~Manipulation~ dib membrane x reader

He stopped abruptly at a house that stood tall, adorned with three circular windows at its crown. Dib fished into his pocket for the house keys, and when he got them out, fussed with them for a moment before shoving them into the keyhole and turning. The door unlocked, and he let you inside. You took off your shoes and placed them neatly beside the door, Dib kicked his across the hall, sending them flying to the wall. You jumped slightly before turning to the left, realizing dib was motioning for you to come to him. You walked over, observing all the tech that was in the house. He placed his hand on a scanner and a metal door opened, revealing professor membrane's lab. You gasped in awe at all of his projects. Some were up on stands, on tables, in display cases, or on the ground: discarded. Dib payed no mind to it as he walked to an examination table in the back. You stopped looking around for a moment before realizing that dib was looking around for supplies to use. You stopped at the table and called out to him. He turned to you and saw you patting the table with your hand, He walked over and stood beside you, looking at you, confused. "Will you sit down for me please?" You asked sweetly. He obliged and sat up on the table while he watched you grab bandages, disinfectant, and cotton balls. You sat on the table beside him and tilted his head towards you, looking at his damaged face. You clicked your tongue in a disapproving manor, and began to walk to the sink,then wet a cotton ball under the nearby sink. You stood between his legs for easy access to his face, and pulled a garbage can to your side and began to wipe the dried blood from his nose, not noticing that you had placed your hand on his knee. You used the disinfectant to clean his scrapes, and held his hand through the stinging as he let out a slight hiss upon contact. You bandaged them up after and smiled at him slightly. Dib looked at you sadly, seeing how zim had beaten you up badly. He placed his hand on your un-injured shoulder and looked at you sympathetically, now feeling happy that you came to his rescue. He stared into your eyes for a moment before saying "can I be the doctor now?" You giggle softly before replying with a "sure dib." He wiped your nose off and cleaned the scratch from zim on your cheek with great care, letting you squeeze his hand when it hurt most. He finally finished your face and timidly asked to see your shoulder. You blushed ever so slightly and carefully slid the t-shirt off of the puncture wound.