Chapitre 503: 22. Black Velvet.
I continued to put the wing in order, put everything in medbay cupboards and boxes, went out to eat, put bedding on the beds and rugs on the floors, and watched the fish. I didn't even register the time per se and didn't pay that much attention to how I felt until one day; I was in the toilet, and the first cramp came when I felt my cunt burst into the toilet. Cold sweat broke in my forehead, pain tore through my abdomen and I was helpless a while before this flood was more or less over for now.
Oh fuck, I had been pregnant, gestating, breeding again. The pain was again such that I couldn't even get off the toilet right away as I tried to hold on and make the wave of pain in my stomach stop a little. Eventually, I managed to stagger out of the toilet into one bedroom and gathered a pile of towels under me again. It would be that time again, it seemed.
I was so deeply pissed off and furious that I gathered my strength and sent everything I was feeling, every cramp, every cold flush, my chills, all directly to Damon through our bond. I let my rage toward him burn in my mind, but I had no idea what kind of reaction it would make inside me. It would be once again a good impression about just how powerful my willpower is, actually.
The inflammation spread to other internal organs, which also started to die. Soon the whole body was on alert, and as a result, there was a flood of amplifying enzymes that guaranteed functioning organs. Organ after organ began to grow to be destroyed by the inflammation.
Mimi's organs began to spiral into an awkward, resource-consuming spiral that would not be easy to break. The destroyed organs quickly turned into a green mass under the influence of enzymes, and bacteria began to gain a foothold as the immune defense system attacked its own body. Bacteria, viruses, and fungi started to grow and soon immune defense was overwhelmed by these two. There was no way for them to get everything under control.
In response, I got a pang of remorse and apology from Damon, but then again, there had been one phone call a few days earlier in my phone where I had answered, listening sound of sex when my husband was fucking others. Oh, that. I lay in bed and knew neither Samuel nor Colin could do anything about this, as it just had to be allowed to run its course.
My fever rose, my body trembled, and this was as worse than it always is. I hated my state of being. I hated Damon's sperm inside me. I hated him, too. I did not want him anywhere near me, trying to be all doctor and fixing me up, not this time. I was fucked up, sore, sick, and for good reason, too.
After a while, my phone rang, and I answered it. After I had managed to take it from the table.
It was Colin, and I had to tell him what had happened. I got a barrage of curses, and he promised to call Samuel if they could get together and take care of me. When I tried to tell him that there was nothing that could be done than just let this be, Colin did not listen to me at all. He told me that there is always pain relief, flushing and so much more that they can help me with.
When I told him about Damon's phone call earlier, he told me that Damon had gone to take care of Mimosa, too. Never mind. Now I was so fucked up about the whole Salvatore that I didn't want to hear anything for a while. It just made this so much worse. Like Mimosa's heat was something he wanted to treat, not mine, and he had just used that shed session as an excuse to get away from me.
I could feel the fever rising even more, pain and aches were starting to hit my muscles as if some sort of infection would be on its way, which I did not doubt at all. And I cursed to myself. I feel like I can't get well at any fucking time. A few hours later, I started to get a really nasty cough. I felt like my lungs were full of something and this time I hoped there would not be any mask breathing.
I changed towel pile after pile of towels under me, showered when, meaning laying onto the bottom of the shower with my legs apart, trying to flush and push the mass oozing out of me, while leaning onto the wall, feeling very faint. Kept the water truly hot as my fever rose and I wanted warmth. At some point, I heard voices, steps too, and felt Colin turn the shower off, grab a towel to wrap me up in, and help me to the bed where Samuel had changed the bedding.
I had a fit of cough; it felt like I could not breathe and Colin tried to support me, tap on my back to make whatever was in my lungs to loosen up, well, threw up bloody phlegm quite a huge load in the end, right in front of Samuel and I saw the actual worry in his gaze briefly.
I had just gotten my breathing working in some way when cramps hit my belly again and I moaned out loud. I felt like I was about to come again and thought that I had been well and truly knocked up, as this mass was not going to stop anywhere inside me.
Colin helped me lie down on the bed for a moment and I said, "It's going to flood again. I've been well fucking well pregnant, as this stuff won't stop inside me. I have no idea what the fuck this cough is all about, too."
Samuel came at me. They both did, and they checked me over fast, using some kind of portable ultrasound too. Both of them were quiet and focused, but kept the ultrasound monitor in such a way that I could not see it. I tried to stay put, not wiggle too much, but the pain was too much when they pressed and a few fits of cough were there too. Then Colin covered me for a little while. Samuel put his tools away and sat by my bed.
Samuel looked at me and said, " The infection has spread, and now that's your internal organs, you've got the multiplying enzyme on, and we've got to break this cycle. You have some sort of infection. That cough could be even fungal, going on, but since this abortion is taking over, your immune system is not equipped to handle pathogens at the same time. I'm going to try to get you to sleep, and then we'll try to figure out what to do, but at least we'll open you up and flush you out."
I nodded and whimpered weakly as a sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen again, and I felt the mass just draining out of me. My breathing was not its best either, and I knew that this would mean probably quite a long nap for me. It is just not meant for me to be awake and happy.
Samuel started rummaging through his bag as Colin tried to clean the mass out. He kept me almost in a sitting position to try to ease my breathing, too. Then I felt Samuel push the needle into my vein and press the plunger. The pain and agony went away, and I was almost asleep. I heard them say something, and I was carried away. Another injection and then came darkness.
Colin and Samuel took Mimi to the medbay and put her to sleep, and then it was time for the operation. It all came from inside Mimi, and when they put Damon's blood in, the reaction got worse. Mimi was so fucked up with Damon that no amount of Salvatore's drug or bump was going to do it. Mimi's willpower had made her body reject Salvatore in a very physical, dangerous way, too. Fungi and bacteria had badly overtaken Mimi's lungs, so they had to remove every organ or the remnants from inside Mimi.
Samuel cursed harshly because a bump would have been just the thing, but Mimi's body immediately recognized it and attacked. They couldn't use any antibiotics or any dental stuff. all the Adam's and Charles's bumps had been used, and they had not yet done any dental stuff just in case, but they had made it if needed.
Now they were dealing with Mimosa's hard and demanding heat, meaning neither of them could do anything, and if he would go and tell this reaction to Salvatore, there would be no way to know how he would actually react to this. Samuel knew that if Damon continued this behavior in the future, the result would be the same: the savior would become the destroyer.
Once again, the infection pulled Mimi into sepsis, and she had to be put in an incubator to rest. They had brought Mimi to Chicago, and there was the best chance for Mimi to recover properly and in peace. Samuel and his team were given lots of antipyretics to try in case Mimi developed a fever at some point, and they and Colin tested many antibiotics.
Antifungals were in use, too. Her condition was stable, but once again she would be weak when she had recovered from this. Slowly, the infection began to dissipate, and Samuel was still not at all sure if the allergic reaction to Damon had dissipated. They did not use any Salvatore-made substances or bumps, meaning Mimi's nutrition was not optimal, but it was satisfactory.
Mimi was in the incubator for six weeks, and thankfully, the infection cleared up without a fever. Samuel and Colin began to think about even more effective contraception, even though Dresden and Constantine had been cursing Mimi while she was still asleep. Samuel sighed and wondered where all this was going to lead, if one of these days the energy umbrella Salvatore had created would be necessary.
I woke up in my bedroom downstairs in Chicago and Samuel came into my room again, as if on cue. He explained how bad my reaction had been to everything Damon-related. Fine, I decided to allergize myself to my husband. Then I did. I went to dinner, and Magnum was sitting at the table looking at me. Oh yeah, or this time next. Six fucking weeks again, because of that damn idiot, but I kept my rage toward Salvatore under control just because of my powerful reaction. It was time to move on and see what came next in my life. I was 37 kilo-powerless skeleton, needing to eat and get my fitness back and then maybe sometime, some good times too.
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