When he found him, he was so cold. How could someone so warm turn so cold? How could the teen so full of life and energy do this? Why would he do something so horrible? Why? He was always so happy and excited. What would make him so. . .he couldn't even think anymore. Seeing Dib, seeing his love, lying there, looking as if he were dead. It tore Zim apart.
He had to save him. It was either that or kill himself. He picked Dib up by the waist and carried him to his home base in his arms. As he walked, Dib nuzzled against the red fabric of Zim's T-shirt. That was good, at least he was still alive. All he had to do was give him some medicine