I'd been on the gig for three weeks when it started. First, the cramps, which started at the bottom of my stomach and went up to my diaphragm, then the vomiting. I was lying in bed with a bucket, vomiting and moaning. I knew what had been done to me. Oh, why do they never believe? What the fuck is wrong with those men?
And then it started. I had already reserved a bed full of thick, fluffy towels, their comforting warmth providing a small solace. The green mass that came with the cramps was a nauseating sight, a sickly hue that made my stomach churn. There were blood clots, large and heavy, like the weight of my hand.
It felt as though I had squeezed that mass inside me by the kilos, a relentless pressure. I carefully stuffed it all into a garbage bag whenever I could, the unpleasant smell filling the room. I carried the full bags to the living room; the weight straining my already weak body. The vomiting and the pain continued a constant symphony of misery. The bleeding subsided intermittently, but it didn't quite stop, a cruel reminder of the ongoing torment.
A sharp pain wracked my whole body, causing me to gasp in agony. And then, after what felt like an eternity, the cramps intensified, and the mass flooded out of me, a relentless torrent. I lay powerless, still on the towels, my body drained of all energy. And then the fever rose, engulfing me in its fiery grip, the world around me tinted in a sickly yellow haze. I was nowhere near recovered, and this ordeal would surely bring my condition down even further.
Time lost its meaning in the throes of the fever, its grasp slipping through my delirious mind. I had been lying in bed, surrounded by blankets, sick as a dog, for who knows how long. Shivers wracked my weakened frame, my body unable to find warmth or comfort. The violent bouts of vomiting continued, leaving me dehydrated and weak. A pounding headache throbbed relentlessly, adding to my misery.
I had just regained some semblance of balance in my caffeine intake, only to have it all unravel once again. My system would be thrown into disarray in no time. I knew I needed help, but I wondered who I could reach out to. I didn't want to disturb Jake and Rob, who were both enjoying their holiday with their families. Hugh was in Canada, too far away to offer any help.
There was no one close enough, no one I trusted enough to expose my vulnerable state to. I was always supposed to be strong, invincible, but now I was reduced to just another sick and helpless version of myself, a mere shadow of who I once was.
I didn't know where Magnum or Jarod was. But then I tried Higgins. If I could get her to bring me my dental kit from the Philly safe house, there were a couple of fever meds I could try. Higgins had helped me a lot during the last Europe gig, and we'd spent time in some countries together. I mean, doing stuff.
She was a lady of the place and was very hard at work doing the flea stuff as well. I trusted her very much, and I had no problem with her seeing me in a bad way, as she had been in this business for quite a long time.
So now I had a plan. But the execution, first Mimosa slept. She had come out of my mind, too. She was sleeping next to me in bed. I could feel the heaviness in her breathing, and the faint scent of her warm fur filled the room. I knew that Bran had bred Mimosa, too.
Call for help. But when the phone was so agonizingly far away. I steeled myself and crawled like an insect, with the weight of the blankets on my back, the rough fabric scratching against my skin. The stench of sweat and dirt clung to the bed, making me feel nauseous. As I inched towards the table, I felt like a sluggish snail, leaving a trail of green, sticky, foul-smelling fluid.
Eventually, I made it to the table, the cool surface providing some relief against my clammy skin. I concentrated and forced myself to sit down, my trembling hands struggling to reach into the bag on my desk. My head spun, and my vision darkened. I lay down, gripping the phone tightly, struggling to dial the right number, and my hands shook uncontrollably. Finally, I heard the phone ring and put it on speaker.
"Higgins," the voice answered.
I tried to sound composed, "This is Mimi Salvatore. Hi, are you in New York?" My voice quivered, and I fought to keep it steady.
Higgins replied, "Yes, I'm in New York myself for the week. Why?"
I racked my brain for an excuse. "I've caught a little bug, and Damon's off somewhere, probably with the ladies. Could you go to the safe house in Philly and fetch one of those boxes of mine and Mimosa's dental supplies? Mimosa has a high fever, and I'm not feeling well either."
Higgins hesitated, her silence palpable. So, I pressed on, desperate to convince her, "I've had some trouble with the pack. Things I don't want to discuss right now, please?"
Higgins mulled it over and finally relented. "Fine, I'll have Magnum retrieve the box and come see you myself. I can help with the chicken soup, if you don't mind."
"That's fine," I said to Higgins, trying to sound grateful. "That's fine. I'm just not my usual cheerful self. I purchased this whole hotel and I am living penthouse on the corner of a hotel where I'm staying, so I'll inform them to give you the key from the lobby."
I provided her with the address, and Higgins remarked, "It's not a cheap hotel you're staying in; you're quite wealthy, but I'll be there. Magnum is already en route."
I chuckled weakly. "Being upset leads me to do many things, including retail therapy. Buying whole freaking hotels."
Higgins laughed, "Alright, I'll have Magnum on standby, and I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
I informed the hotel downstairs about Higgins' arrival. Exhausted, I crawled back into bed, leaving a blood and green mass trail behind me. I wrapped myself in the blankets, shivering uncontrollably. I was so exhausted, but I kept the phone close, eagerly awaiting her arrival. Twenty minutes later, I received word that she had arrived. I heard the door open.
Higgins had been torn between two decisions when Mimi's call came through. The sound of her voice, usually vibrant and strong, had been tinged with weariness, weakness, and urgency as if she were battling a genuine fever. Aware of Damon's past actions towards Mimi, Higgins became certain that she needed help.
She confided in Magnum, whose confirmation only solidified Higgins' concerns - Mimi wouldn't fall ill unless something truly dreadful had been inflicted upon her. Even then, the infections she contracted were far from ordinary. Though worried about Higgins' safety, Magnum resolved to call Colin and inquire whether Mimi's infections were contagious to humans in general.
He knew it couldn't be a mere flu. As Magnum gathered the supplies Mimi had requested, a sense of foreboding crept over him as if they would be insufficient. He dialed Colin's number and shared his suspicions, prompting a string of talented expletives from Colin.
Colin promised to join them as soon as he gathered the supplies, assuring Magnum that humans would not be in danger from Mimi's germs. Colin then contacted Samuel, who briefed him on the gelling situation. Colin remained silent, giving no sign of why he inquired about Mimi's condition, allowing Samuel to assume it was related to fleas.
Deeply acquainted with Mimi's struggles with sedation, Colin pondered where she could have contracted the infection. He was well aware of the jelly base used in these procedures, but it had to be meticulously clean and sterile, and patients often disliked its texture under their skin. With a heavy sigh, Colin gathered the items his instincts told him to bring, hoping that Mimi's delicate straps hadn't suffered too much damage.
Higgins arrived at the luxurious hotel and received the key to the penthouse from the elegant front desk. Mimi had also reserved the key to Magnum, and she carried a bag filled with supplies, ready to assist her in any way possible. As Higgins made her way through the hotel, she couldn't help but notice its opulence.
She had experienced her fair share of extravagant accommodations during her travels, but this hotel exceeded her expectations. Every room exuded immaculate perfection, and the elevator boy guided her to the top floor, where the plush carpet cushioned her every step.
Signs scattered across the floor showed its exclusivity, reserved solely for Mimi's use. The corridor housed six expansive apartments, each spanning at least 80 square meters, and no expense had been spared in their design. Higgins could already discern the subtle alterations Mimi had made to this section.
Approaching the door, she inserted the key card into the reader, and with a hesitant hand, she grasped the handle, slowly swinging the door open. The apartment was enveloped in dimness, the evening sun failing to provide ample illumination. Higgins fumbled for the light switch, anticipation mingling with trepidation.
Yet, an overwhelming stench reached her nostrils before she could even see. It was a repugnant amalgamation of blood, vomit, and something so putrid that it threatened to induce her own nausea. Cautiously, she approached the source. She discovered open garbage bags in the living room, revealing their vile contents. A mixture of soiled towels, stained with blood, concealed a nauseating green mass, emitting an unbearable odor.
Acting swiftly, Higgins tied the bags tightly and disposed of them down the garbage chute. She switched on the air conditioner to ease the lingering smell, allowing the cool air to circulate. She refrained from opening the windows, instead relying on the full blast of the air conditioning to combat the noxious scent.
Fortunately, it worked, and the repugnant smell dissipated, leaving a faint lingering odor in the air. Higgins cautiously navigated through the living room, his footsteps barely audible on the clean, polished floor. The pristine kitchen revealed nothing out of the ordinary, devoid of any signs of life. Another empty bedroom confirmed there was no one else present.
With a deliberate motion, Higgins removed her coat, draping it over a chair alongside her bag. She maintained a composed expression, as Magnum had assured her that Mimi's germs were not transmissible to humans during their journey. Approaching the door to the remaining room, she mentally prepared herself for what lay inside. The doorknob felt cold against her palm, causing her hands to grow damp with apprehension as she turned it, slowly swinging the door open.
The room was dimly lit, casting faint shadows that danced along the walls as Higgins gingerly explored, her fingertips tracing the textured surface. She deliberately kept the lights dim, considering Mimi's potential sensitivity to brightness.
The scene that unfolded before her eyes was one of chaos and distress. Two distinct trails stained the floor, one a vivid red of blood, the other a sickly green that had seeped into the carpet. It became clear that Mimi had retrieved her phone from her bag, as it lay discarded on the floor, having been pulled down from the table during her struggle.
The overpowering stench clung to the air, enveloping the room like suffocating blankets. Higgins left the door ajar to ease the oppressive atmosphere, allowing the cool breeze from the air conditioning to infiltrate and refresh the space slowly.
Her gaze shifted to the bed, where Mimi lay curled up, trembling uncontrollably. The young girl's complexion was ghostly pale, her feverish and anguished eyes betraying her suffering. Feebly, Mimi expelled a small amount of vomit into a nearby bucket, accompanied by the unsettling sight of bloody mucus trickling from her mouth.
Moved by compassion, Higgins sprang into action. She hurried to the bathroom, retrieving and dampening a towel before returning to tend to Mimi's needs gently. Throughout the ordeal, Mimi remained silent, her voice silenced by her affliction.
Higgins' face contorted in an indescribable expression of disbelief and disgust. I could tell that my appearance was far from dazzling. To make matters worse, my noble mucus blood vomit stained everything, filling the air with an unbearable stench.
As if on cue, a sharp cramp seized my lower abdomen, and something unpleasant oozed out of my pussy once again, a sight I dreaded acknowledging. Higgins approached the chair beside me, tenderly wiping my mouth with a damp towel.
Her soothing and calming voice tried to reassure me."Mimi, listen, Magnum is bringing Colin to help. If only he had something to assist with," she said. "Are you sure I shouldn't call Damon anyway?"
She looked at the sleeping Mimosa next to me, her brows furrowed with concern.
Through weakened but resolute words, I responded, "It's a miscarriage. Bran has impregnated me and also Mimosa again. And no, Damon has no right to help me now."
My frustration and anger were palpable, like a burning fire consuming me entirely. I witnessed Higgins' complexion turn pale at the mention of miscarriage.
"When the entire situation is his fault," I continued, my voice trembling with emotion. "Months have passed, but do you remember the last time I reached out to you and asked for a Magnum? I had those damn demons in my sights, the ones who threw me onto that fight club ship and the men to that other dimension. Not a soul was safe, and those demons were on the run. But as soon as I contemplated taking them down, they scurried into hiding because the fleas were on their tail."
I recounted the events and a surge of frustration and bitterness coursed. "Everything went smoothly, except because they had a fear demon, a powerful one, and that's my weakness. They know exactly how to exploit it. And who was there? Salvatore, who swooped in and saved the day, screaming bloody murder about the entire ordeal, calling Bran and stressing just how dire the situation was going to become. Nobody remembered that I fought those demons for eight damn weeks on that ship. I endured the drugs, the medication, and I survived."
My voice grew more strained as I recalled the subsequent events. "No sooner had I returned home than I found myself trapped in a cage, negotiating for my freedom. Then they dragged me to the medbay, tied me down, and began injecting me with tranquilizer jelly as if I were some kind of animal."
The memory of that violation surged through me, leaving me seething with anger and resentment. The scene was etched in my mind, each detail evoking a sensory onslaught that I wished I could forget. It is not good to have a photographic memory.
As I continued my story, Higgins' face contorted in disbelief. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes widened, expressing a mix of shock and astonishment. It went from one of those what the fuck looks, can't be fucking true to oh my god.
"At the same time, they put a one-and-a-half-centimeter diameter tube through my nose and into my stomach. I felt a sharp, uncomfortable sensation as the cold metal invaded my body. From there, it snaked its way into my intestines, causing a strange twisting feeling deep within me. And then, they started putting jelly in there, too. The jelly was supposed to provide nutrients, but it turned out to be nothing more than a concoction of fucking tranquilizers," I explained, my voice filled with frustration.
"I could feel the slimy texture of the jelly as it oozed through the holes in the tube, invading my intestines and stomach. It spread throughout my entire digestive system, causing a nauseating sensation. To make matters worse, they stuffed my stomach cavity full of jelly, rubbing it in and massaging it. They even injected muscle relaxants into my stomach muscles, making them weak and pliable. The effects of the medicine were potent, turning me into a zombie-like state. I lost all ability to function, unable to sleep or even comprehend speech." Higgins was silent. She wiped my brow with that towel. Trying to help me. I was grateful.
"Every other day, Salvatore came to fill me up," I continued, my voice filled with bitterness. "And frankly, Damon didn't even care what shape I was in. He always had some fucking whore to call after he'd abused me."
I paused, feeling a surge of anger and helplessness. "Now, I'm not sure if my amplification enzyme kicked in at any point. I've been pushing this mass out of me for four days now." I continue wearily to telling story.
"The feeling the jelly gave me was terrible. It made me feel sick constantly, and the pain was unbearable. But I was rendered completely unable to express myself. Mimosa, my companion, was completely unconscious, unable to provide any comfort or support. And Bran, the one who held all the power, took advantage of my vulnerable state and violated me. He covered up the smell from Damon for four fucking weeks, just fucking fucking fucking. And when Damon finally came to pull the hose out, it was excruciating, yet I couldn't even make a sound. The hose was bloody as it ripped through my gut."
"For the next six weeks, Bran put Damon on gigs and Adam on gigs," I said, my voice filled with resignation. "Bran gave me a six-week heat. That drug stayed on full blast for another five weeks, so I was helpless while Bran did what he did. In the last week, it was just coming off. I weighed 33 kilos after the whole thing. 33 fucking kilos. I'm not so sure I wasn't full of organs."
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "I spent four days at the house eating and came here. That was three and a half weeks ago. So yeah, let's not call Damon. Fucking jerk, jelly me again."
Higgins remained silent, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. Magnum, who had entered the room at some point, stood beside her, his eyes wide with horror. As I glanced around, I noticed Colin had also come in before I eventually passed out, as my strength ran out fully.
Colin scrambled to catch Mimi as the Magnum just stood there with his hands in his fists and his knuckles white.
Higgins said, " Hey, let's put this place in order a bit. Let's let Colin look Mimi over."
Higgins recognized her boyfriend's rage; although he was human, Magnum was no slouch. Magnum had been regularly drinking the blood drinks Mimi gave him, making himself pretty fucking much more powerful than the average man. Magnum was tough; he was unforgiving, and Mimi's story had hit and sunk them both.
Over the years, they had both gotten to know Mimi, this pack, and what Mimi had been through. Higgins herself knew how demanding the fucking world saving mission had been for Mimi and this pack clearly didn't trust Mimi. Higgins didn't trust Damon completely and didn't know why, and this incident seemed to speak for itself. She wouldn't want any of them taking care of Mimi, either. Higgins noticed the slight tension in Colin's body language and then distracted Magnum.
Magnum was furious. Mimi was one of the most important people in his life, and there wasn't really anything he wouldn't do for her. Vengeance was taking over his mind, his hands were still in his fists and he was already thinking about how he would beat up everyone, even Bran.
He'd like to see the look on the faces of the entire pack when he revealed the truth. He saw nothing wrong with Mimi killing demons and even though she was prone to fear demons he had to remember that Mimi was immortal, resilient and had gone through a fucking year where there had been far worse demons than the ones she had gone up against in that warehouse. And no one in the pack had been there for Mimi. No one had put Mimi in shape after that year when all they'd done was fuck and drink.
Magnum swallowed and then hissed, " Oh, how I wish I could tell Salvatore the entire story."
Higgins sighed. "Maybe a little later, okay? Let's start by picking up all this rubbish and cleaning up and airing out the place."
Higgins finally got Magnum moving. They put all the dirty bedding in the wash. Magnum took a knife and cut the stained bits off the carpet. It could then be replaced. Higgins ordered new bedding and put the bed in order. However, the mattress was also dirty.
Higgins closed the bedroom door, where Colin helped Mimi and called room service to remove the dirty mattress. The smell was finally dissipating; the bed now had a new mattress and had been made up. Magnum had vented some of his frustration at cleaning up with Higgins, but his sense of justice and the idea of revenge still smoldered in his mind.
Meanwhile, Colin had dug Mimi out of her blanket stash and changed into another bed. He had taken Mimi into another bedroom, put plenty of clean sheets on the bed, and laid her down on them. He listened to her heart, her lungs, and felt her. He kept her naked to lower her body temperature just a little. He also went through Mimosa. The wolf was asleep for now.
Once again, Mimi's straps were cranky, making Colin curse as he used more leprechaun stuff to stabilize them. His leprechaun used his magic and put the Mimosa back into Mimi's mind. That too would help keep Mimi's condition more stable.
He felt around, Mimi's abdominal cavity was full of soft mass, so everything was liquefying and then he didn't know how to stop it, maybe surgery but if Mimi had been in for four days, then infection would be more likely and surgery a higher risk.
He then looked at Higgins and Magnum. He would not tell them every single thing he had noticed. He didn't want to worry the two of them anymore.
So he spoke in a calm voice, saying what he had to say. "Her body is not ready for pregnancy, hence this violent reaction. This should not happen again. She should find a permanent contraceptive. Now, her blood is teeming with toxins and several opportunistic pathogens that have invaded, as this reaction has driven her immune defenses wild. She has a dangerously high fever, almost morbidly underweight, dehydrated. Do I need to continue? Then what can I do? I can try to hydrate, bring down the fever, and maybe help with the infection, but I still don't know her physiology well enough to do anything about this rejection reaction. Her reaction is violent. She is destroying her own internal organs, and I don't know when it will stop. I put Mimosa back in Mimi's mind. It's good for both of them, and I can care for them. Then when that mass will stop coming out, I don't know. I've flushed out as much as I can."
Higgins thought for a moment. "Do you think we should call Damon? After all, it's been months since Damon left for the gigs. If he should know what Mimi went through."
Colin was quiet for a moment and said, " No, because then Damon is a wolf with a sick female. Damon might help, but I feel this might trigger a nesting frenzy. Well, when the female is weak or sick we males sometimes get the need to build a den, I mean just pile up bedding and pillows into a big den and hide the female in there, keep her anesthetized or sedated, feed and hydrate her and keep watch. Mimi doesn't benefit from that now. And what Samuel has said, Damon has a damn strong nesting instinct. He's already nested with Mimi twice. I've put her on fluids now and tried those dentifrices of hers but with pretty modest success. Now we just have to wait and see. If Mimi's condition goes down, then maybe then, but for now I say no."
Magnum said, "Oh, I hate to be so powerless. But would Salvatore's blood help? Hugh is on his way here and there are a couple of good bases on the way where we even have some centrifuged bumps and Salvatore's blood. I can ask Hugh to grab them with him."
Colin thought for a moment and said, " Good idea, do that. Salvatore is Mimi's biological half, so it might help calm things down. For now, I will do nothing about these infections just yet, and I'll try to help where I can."
Magnum nodded, pulled out his phone, and went to make a call.
Higgins made sure Magnum was far enough away before asking Colin, "How bad is it?"
Colin sighed, gesturing for Higgins to come closer. He put his hand on Mimi's stomach, motioning Higgins to do the same.
" As you can feel, this girl is nothing but a pulp. There is nothing anatomically recognizable here. The infection has had four days to fester, and this reaction is causing her organs to be destroyed. She probably had the amplification enzyme on at some point. She wasn't in peak condition to begin with, and Mimi's organs are damn sensitive to stress."
Higgins paled and said, " Well, Hugh is coming and he'll bring what he finds when he comes."
Colin nodded and said, "We, me, Hugh, and you will now treat Mimi for the time being because her pack doesn't care about her, that's obvious. If things get much worse than we can look into it, but I'm going to write everything down, every detail and then only when Mimi is well will I put the information in her file so that the pack doctors can read it. I know one abortion led to a nesting, but not now. Now they have no right."
Magnum came closer and said, " Hugh will be here tomorrow. He's bringing suction, antibiotics, fever medicine, and Salvatore blood."
Colin nodded. He heard the noise and turned around. Mimi was moving in the bed.
I woke up once again to the cold, but it hadn't hurt too much yet.
Colin came over to me and said, "Miss, this is going to take a little work, but I'll get you fixed up. Don't you worry about it?"
I nodded. I was no longer nauseous and felt at least a little cleaner. Colin seemed to do something with his bag, and I opened my eyes.
Higgins and Magnum both looked at me with concern and I said, "No pack, no way. I'm so fucking cranky to everyone. Bran was an opportunist and at first, Adam and Samuel were defending me from Bran. They kept me safe, but after that fucking demon dimension, Bran has somehow gotten a hold of them, and now he's trying to be some fucking pack leader. I guess you knew those demons attacked us because of Bran's actions, not mine, and Bran threatened me with some pretty fucking nasty shit if I ever revealed the truth, but I have the evidence."
This brief statement made Magnum swear even more, and I saw Higgins trying to calm him down.
Colin came over to me and said, " Miss, you go back to sleep now and get some rest. I will not let you stay awake."
I didn't have time to say anything when I felt him put the syringe into the cannula and press the plunger. I fell asleep right away.
Colin sighed. This would again require the tenacity to keep her unconscious until the infection subsided. Higgins and Magnum retreated to the kitchen to make dinner while Colin put more fluids in the drip.
A day later, Hugh came in. The doctors retreated to talk and help Mimi. Magnum and Higgins weren't going anywhere. They wanted to be there to help Mimi. Magnum knew the outline of Mimi's diet, and he prepared food so that when Mimi woke up, she would have something to eat.
The doctors looked at each other, and after Hugh had gone through Mimi and Colin was putting her meds in place, Hugh said, "I see no alternative but surgery, get that mass out, fill her with a bump, pour Salvatore blood, and hope for the best."
Colin nodded. He went to talk to Higgins and Magnum, who called and supplies would be delivered in a couple of hours so the men could make some operating theatre. Magnum asked downstairs for the keys to the other apartments, and he and Higgins would be together while the men made themselves a medbay, or something like that.
Hugh had put a suction catheter inside Mimi, and they were sucking the mass out before the operation. Mimi deflated like a balloon. Then, when the men came carrying supplies, Magnum and Higgins had cleared out one apartment, almost empty, and they started putting in everything that was needed for the emergency surgery.
A portable disinfector had been brought in, and a bedroom that had been converted into an operating theatre was being cleaned. The men carried the sleeping Mimi to the medbay and then, six hours later; they were ready to operate on her.
They opened Mimi up, flushed out, this now empty body cavity, then drained a lot of Damon's blood and slowly new organs grew. But not yet a uterus. After sixteen hours of surgery, Mimi had organs. Her incision wound was healing, and the doctors kept her asleep, on an antibiotic drip, and gave her as much nutrient concentrate as they could.
It wasn't until a week later that the infection had calmed down enough for Colin to let Mimi wake up. Hugh had left when Mimi was stable, but Magnum and Higgins had gone nowhere.
Colin sat and watched. He had moved Mimi back to her bed, and she looked exhausted even as she slept. He knew that medically induced sleep didn't really help in the same way that normal sleep did, but as Mimi's pack didn't remember this, when was the last time she'd slept properly?
Colin couldn't help but think how fucking unfair Mimi's life was. But Mimi was resilient, and he knew Mimi, well, she might even try to understand what the pack had done and forgive them at some point. But not to Bran.
I woke up in my bed, in my hotel room, or apartment, and Colin was sitting next to the bed. Soon the door opened and Magnum and Higgins came in, carrying a large tray. I smelled the coffee and oh; the smell was lovely.
Colin said, "You were asleep again for a week. Hugh and I operated on you. One flat has now been converted into a medbay and there is an operating theatre. The infection has now been beaten once again, but we need to find a solution to this. You are far too vulnerable."
I told Colin about the pills Samuel had developed and how Bran confiscated them and gave Samuel a marrok order not to make any more. I hadn't understood why then, but now, men lose their brains now and then when there's a woman in the pack.
A woman has a womb, and a woman can get pregnant. It would be nice to do that. Now, I learned in the next few years that Bran actually goes in packs and tries to get women pregnant. And it never really works. Well, that's his obsession and his problem.
Colin promised to get back to me and said his leprechaun stuff might even help. Any help would do because I didn't want to go through that again.
I eagerly accepted the tray and went to eat and drink coffee. Although I wasn't hungry, the food was lovely, and I smelled and tasted very well, so everything was perfect. Higgins and Magnum had cooked, and when Colin had to leave when another emergency arose, Magnum and Higgins weren't going anywhere.
Magnum was rehabilitating me, as best he could, and he had studied my nutrition so I didn't get to eat what I wanted. But it was good to have company. Mimosa jumped loose and chatted long and hard with Higgins about anything and everything, and my wolf was a very talkative type.
I recovered at the hotel for another week or so and then did some flea work while I was there. And I was rehabilitated. Magnum and Higgins were with me all week, and Magnum did the work while I was there. Mimosa gave me six kill lists, and Higgins organized them.
I got a tip about a good kill list from Reddington that I was actually thinking about doing. I didn't know when I was going to tell the pack about my miscarriage. I so wanted to tell Damon in detail how awful the whole jelling thing had been, but then again, I would just hand over the weapon for next time if I admitted it was awful.
Thank goodness at least Magnum and Higgins knew about it, because I didn't feel comfortable keeping all the horrors to myself all the time and being so damn strong all the time. But fine.
Let's take care of a few pharmaceutical bosses out of the day. Magnum went off to take care of the more demanding items on Mimosa's list, as did Higgins, and then I went to the Reddington gigs for a change.
I was just in passing I thought I haven't had a good time in well over a year, probably two years, and when was the last time I had sex with Damon, well it was before the World Salvation gig, and even then, it was a fucking nest; he had to get to fill me up, so it wasn't our usual frenetic goings on.
But this was my life, and God was right to warn me that my life would not be easy, but I wasn't alone. This, if anything, taught me how important friends I had. Even if the pack was full of assholes, I had very important friends who would not really abandon me.
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