sick dib 🤧

zim looks through dibs window to see dib on his bed, reading a book about spooky stuff and writing some stuff down in his journal. he was surrounded by tissues with a tissue box nect to him, his face hot :[ (poor dib D:) zim: eh?? what is this?? dib: he sniffles and blows his nose. he groans I HATE THESE STUPID SICKNESSES!! "sicknesses"? is that right? wait...nevermind...dont worry hes just talking to himself again