Chapitre 15: 15.Against All Odds.
Damon carried his sedated wife to the medbay. He'd felt the raw panic that Mimi had been in and kept himself from being easy for her and let her go. It wouldn't do any good. It might just give Mimi nightmares. Damon had looked into the past and noticed that Mimi wasn't sleeping at all.
Looking at the past was more successful than looking at the future, but they would get soon a good boost as he would get some power out of this creature. He felt the whole time how strongly Mimi fought against drugs. He kept her rage down. Not let her use that rage to push through the sedative.
She was using her chaos, her rage, and her alpha power, so she didn't need to sleep. But since Mimi wasn't an energy being, her physiology required a good night's sleep now and then. He would put Mimi to sleep when he looked at what was in the medbay.
That had been a very mild drug, and Mimi was almost unconscious. Damon sighed as he looked at the beds. No restraints, and no proper sides to the bed, meaning it would be very easy to get out of those. As long as they could get every place linked up somewhere in between, then it would help.
Two walked into the medbay and joined Damon. He looked at Mimi who was lying in bed, moving restlessly, trying to fight herself back awake. He could also feel her panic and distress.
He said, "Whatever you need, I can get it. What did you give Mimi? She's almost unconscious. "
Damon said, "The smallest flank into the muscle, to test her reaction. She was in a complete panic, and the drug was so effective she hadn't slept in seven years. This will take a minute. I made that flank when I tasted her blood and it was supposed to be much milder. She is very sensitive to drugs, I see. "
Damon looked through the cupboards. There was a hell of a lot of stuff he didn't know about, and there were instructions, painkillers, and numbing agents, but not a single sedative or anesthetic. Most of them were pills or capsules, only a few preloaded injectors with numbing agents. Two was with him to look through stuff.
He sighed, and two said," I'll go grab some meds and supplies, and we'll get started; medbay will link up, but the lady has some equipment down in the basement again; five and seven are taken. Quite fancy scanners, surgical robots, the ones she can operate on herself, instruments, etc."
Two teleported out. Mariella walked over to Damon and said, " I called and talked with Colin. I got access eventually to the computer when I put effort into it. Colin is very protective of her. I now have passwords for the computer. It has all Mimi's data. She's pretty drugged up already. What are you going to do next? Those beds are a joke. Poor girl. What's with these bottles of pills? Pills are not very effective on her, and then all the binding agents. What did you give her?"
Damon grunted and said, " Smallest flank, to the muscle. Now I'm trying to figure out how fucking little medicine to give her, or how much; it's tricky as I'm not up to date at all; look in Colin's medicine cabinet. No anesthetic or sedative. Miss had a proper panic attack from the injection, so I bet the treatment has been pretty sketchy."
Mariella nodded and continued looking at the medbay. She took one bottle and took out one pill, smelled it, and the binding agent quite surprised her. It could work, but slowly. She was a little unsure about Damon's reaction, though. But she had been taught to tell everything to Damon.
She said, "Damon, do you want to know what Colin put into these as a binder? "
Damon looked at her and nodded.
She said, "His dried bump. It is not scented, but it is his bump. This could work on us too, but pills will absorb slower and not so much."
Damon was silent, the muscle in his cheek twitched.
Number two came and said, his voice was pretty dangerous as well." Well. I guess that Magic House can use these drugs as we have our own."
Ten and nine were linking everything up. They would come in on time. Adam, Charles, the boys, and the rest of the salvatores were watching the children. They had been having their naps, but as they were older, those naps tended to be shorter.
I was trying to get this damn drug out of my head. I wasn't very tolerant of injections or medication without my rage, and the devil wouldn't let me have it. I watched as half the pack came to browse my medicine cabinet. Mariela turned on the computer and opened it. Colin had given the passwords. Well, I guess they have more or less made him give them. They weren't everything that there is. Those were my public records, not my whole story.
Damon went to sit at the computer and read, furrowing his brow and grunting occasionally. Mariella was having some sort of mind-to-mind conversation with him. I slowly found that damn drug and started to use my other powers to unload it. And slowly changed my position once I could stand up.
Damon turned to look at me and stood up. He came over to me and said, " Please, just stay still. You're still on the drugs. Now you're going to get some more, then you're going to sleep, and we're going to get you fixed up. Just stay still. You will not get your rage. But let's start this now, then properly."
He sat on my bed and watched me for a moment. His expression was clinical. He was in doctor mode. It felt strange to feel him in my thoughts again and he was deep, so deep I thought he'd never been there before. Mariella came to my other side and undressed me. Damon kept me trapped by his spell. I was unable to move myself, but my body parts could be moved like some dolls.
Mariella looked at my thermal undershirt, made of the warmest angora. She touched it. She was almost jealous, as it was very soft and warm. She unbuttoned my shirt and stripped my upper body bare. She took everything off, starting with my bra. Damon undressed his upper torso and touched his magic symbol, and I saw it wake up. Then he touched my symbol, and I felt his magic there. My symbol was activated. It felt strange to feel his magic in my skin. I was trying to snatch it in my tanks but that damn symbol did not let me.
Mariella grabbed me and held me. She lifted me to a more sitting position.
Damon said, " Come on, lady, let's even things up a bit. I can't do it all at once, but it's a start."
He came closer and took my wrists in his other hand. They were still behind my back. He growled at Mariela, who released her grip, and he glued our symbols together and our chakras. My heart chakra, my soul chakra, my love chakra, all of those snapped against his versions. The connection was born. Our bond deepened and evolved into a true soulmate bond, and he dug deeper into my mind. Tendrils of his telepathy went almost everywhere to learn to see.
The connection that was made opened me so wide again, and Damon was ready. I could feel my powers leaving me. He was sucking them in without a second thought, but he was going through everything I had been through, moments of them. I did not let him see it all. Just snippets from here and there. Not actual memories. I knew still how to protect my memories.
I had hidden the exact location of Lake Lanier, but he experienced what it felt like to hold that slab of stone in my lap as I carved names into it. Feel the weight of it, the vibration of my carving pen in my hand, the wind whipping my hair, stone dust. Coldness of that slab. The emptiness of my heart. He saw there wasn't just one slab. He was with me when I talked to the relatives, and he saw my mercy gigs, my moments of weakness, my pain, desperation. I let him hear how relatives screamed at me and blamed me. How parents blamed me as I was not a good enough surgeon.
I felt him to my soul, and I realized he had gone through everything I gave him seven years ago and accepted it. He was ready for it, but I wasn't anymore. He had taken it all in. Fully on. He sought that connection so strongly now.
I let him experience the pain and anguish. I let him see how difficult it was for me, every patient I lost. If he wanted to see it all, I could show him. But I didn't tell him those 16 times when I was caught. I did not tell him or show him my recoveries, not everything in my work. Those were in their place, the place where Damon didn't have access. I did not tell him about poison bullets. That was one secret he would never know.
Damon went through it all. He sent it to every member of the pack, to Mariella, to the wolves because they were the pack, and everyone was supposed to feel this and learn this lesson. He knew he could not find everything, not yet, but this was a start. They had to feel what this creature in his arms had gone through only because he was Weathervane, a coward who couldn't decide what he wanted.
He was stroking Mimi, still holding her against his powerful body, feeling her too cool body against him, feeling her too skinny, so really too skinny body, feeling this soul, all seven years of suffering. He knew he felt she was not showing everything, not in the slightest, but now they would have time.
But they would get on with it because now they had grown up, they were ready, and they had realized that they hadn't known how much importance Mimi had had for the whole pack. When Damon drew the power, he sent it through the pack bonds to everyone, and the entire pack felt themselves coming up alive. Everything was no longer lame, nothing, but they had their chaos back, their willpower more, and even their rage.
Mariella felt how Mimi's rage, how the pack's rage sank into her well and merged there, brought her emotions to life, her every need, and now she knew that sex was once again great, amazing. Life would be so freaking perfect nowadays.
But first, Mimi had to be put in order and under control. Damon had controlled the whole pack, and Mimi would have to learn that, too. Mariella knew Damon so well, and it would be quite a task for Mimi, but Mariella did not doubt that Damon would accomplish the task. Mimi had been on her own for seven years and she would not be easy to dominate first. But if there was something that Damon loved, that was a challenge, and Mimi was the ultimate challenge for him.
Eventually, he broke away, laid me down on the bed, and pulled the covers over me.
He used the spell to strip me naked, my lower body, and said, " I'm going to look at a few more things on the computer, and then I'm going to give you a good going over and tell you straight where we stand. I will not mince my words, sugarcoat things, or not give you the facts about your condition. As you can see, you're under guardianship again."
He showed me the order from his tablet.
"Charles and Adam are already getting the finances in order, and the babies are leaving tomorrow for the magic house, but you, my lady, will rest for quite a while. After that, you'll pack life and learn some new habits, like eating and resting. There'll be some intimacy, too, and you'll get some dessert in no time."
For some reason, I blushed at that dessert thing and hadn't even thought about the whole sex thing. I hadn't had a single orgasm during the whole time. I hadn't taken care of myself; I had put that side down and used my lust for everything but sex, so it was strong and wild.
I saw Mariella furrow her eyebrows as I felt her in my head. Then the tanks disappeared, and with speed, all my new lusts left, replaced by either Salvatore energy or pure energy. I waited in bed then. I had plenty of tanks, all sorts of energy, and a lot of my mixed-up ones.
Damon said to Mariela through his mind. " Miss needs close care and lots of it. As you can see, physical touch is alien, intimacy is not good, and Miss needs to be retrained again for this job. We need to almost seduce her in the same way as in the beginning. Mimi's lust is pretty damn strong. I'd have to mix it up pretty fucking thoroughly."
Mariella replied, "Goldmine, that girl is a gold mine. Now I even have shooting or blasting energies related to the gigs. She has been mixing things up and oh my god what damn powerful stuff I have. You are not gonna have these. What comes to her lust? Oh, that, yeah, it needs to be mixed up, because it has not been used for sex, just for killing, revenge, and stuff might be not so suitable just use it raw. But let's read through those data and results. Ten will soon link medbay, so we can get some drugs in then."
Damon grunted. This was going to be a bit of a challenge, but he was up for the challenge. He read off the computer, the bullet wounds, and all the other damage. Colin had recorded everything carefully, and Damon sighed as he realized Mimi had been in such fucking terrible shape for years.
With the temperature at rock bottom and blood sugar below 2, Damon didn't even think about how Mimi had carried the kids, where she'd found the energy and nutrients, and he remembered the miserable little ration she'd eaten. This would need some intensive care and a little bit of time. But now it just went up from there, and the first thing would be the wedding.
Mimi would be the bride, a three-day traditional wedding, and Mimi would be oh so wonderfully in control through their wedding night. Damon felt like he was a kid in a candy store when he thought of that wedding night. It had to be done with Mimi and it had been so long since he had last time gotten to do it.
He would probably take the entire pack for the honeymoon, but the handling of Mimi would continue. Then, when they came back from the honeymoon, there would be breed time, and in cat form, he'd breed Mimi repeatedly. This time, Mimi wouldn't be able to do anything. He was now so much sure alpha male that little female would be under him, firmly pregnant and obedient.
Damon came off the computer and gathered supplies. Medbay had been linked, and there were now different beds with proper magnetic restraints and sides. He gathered his diagnostic tools and still wouldn't take the meds until he could get Mimi into another bed and properly secured. There was hustle and bustle as all Colin's little concoctions were sent to the magic house and they were actually happy, as Colin had not worked with them in seven years.
Then Damon said to Mariella, "I'll go through the lady now. There's a proper referral in the printer already. I'll move her to the other bed and then get the samples taken. I bet the lady won't let me take samples on my own without control, but then we'll look at the results and put her under."
Mariella nodded. She looked at Mimi who was still in bed, under covers. Looking very pale and frail.
Damon grumbled, "The boys will probably start moving the new equipment up here then. Look into the past and compare. We have quite a lot upgrades to our medbay. She has her latest equipment. Now you can see, it's a hell of a lot like the early days: Mimi's gestures, her facial expressions, everything."
Mariella glanced at Mimi and then went to take the referral and look for the tubes.
I was still in bed. I was tired, a bit, but I wanted to get to my room to rest and then do something. Not being all weak. This was not me. I had a ton of paperwork to be done and no time to laze in bed.
Damon brought the table back with him and said, "Well, now I'm going to check you over, and then we'll move to another bed as this medbay needs to be updated again when we bring that equipment up from down there, so it's in every linkage. I'll tell you where to go once I've checked you over. Now, will you let me take the blood tests without control?"
I replied, "I don't know. Yes, Colin has always taken a few tubes from me, but I'm still unsure about you. Though it had been depending on my mood, I was not in so a good mood. I have a ton of paperwork, not time to sleep."
Damon grunted and then started to probe and poke me all over. He took my covers off me and took my temperature from several places. His hands were warm, sure, but firm. He looked into my eyes, my ears, my nose, and my fangs, too. He ultrasound my sinuses, and my frontal sinus too. And several of my organs, too. He did everything from the internal examination, even feeling my breasts.
He was fully clinical. I felt a little pinch of pain as he pressed on my abdomen and my sides. I had a few bullets in me. I had an idea of taking them away by myself, but these visits had started. He used some sort of energy also when he pressed my belly, some sort of explorative energy, or then it was his will. He was muttering something in his mind, and I saw the number two typing on the computer now and then. They were having a conversation there. I guess I was the talk of the town.
Then Damon put the last of the scopes on the table and sighed. He got up and went over to number two, then put his things in the cupboard and the rubbish in the bin. He was always so damn particular about everything, well if he could see my bedroom, he could sigh again. He washed his hands first carefully, too. I did not wash my hands unless they were visibly dirty. Bacteria and viruses just kept my immune defense good.
Then when he was done, he talked for a number two moment. Then he sighed and walked to me.
He came up to me and said, " You're hypothermic, have been for years, and your body, well, it's adapted to it and put your muscles to sleep, but we'll wake them up. Your blood sugar probably starts at 0 or 1, but I don't think it's anywhere near 2. You are under 40 kilos, and again, at that weight, breastfeeding babies haven't been wise; I saw Colin had finally got you out of milk last."
He looked at me. I was keeping my expression neutral, not trying to be innocent and sweet now.
He remarked next. "Your pulse is slower, and your blood pressure is unnecessarily low. You are in such a survival mode now. You are there but not feeling well and nowhere near your full strength. Also, I felt at least six bullets still inside you. How did you get them and then not let Colin remove them? Again, I don't know. Now I'm going to move you to that other bed, and we're going to go get some blood tests. Don't even think about this paperwork. I just told Nine and Ten, they will handle them. "
I saw number two walking nearby, too.
Damon concluded his brief report. " Your reproductive system is on vacation, and I bet your hormones are as low as they can be. Your digestion isn't working to its full potential, you're not pulling what you could from your food, and you're not eating enough, I didn't feel at all that you had enzymes, but you're full of spleens, or at least I assume they are spleens. Then you'll have a scan, but you'll probably be anesthetized by then."
Damon went over to the other bed, pulled the blanket aside, and Mariella brought an electric blanket, which Damon put on.
He came over to me and said, "Soon, you'll be out of your fear again, I can promise you that, but for now, missy, I'm going to grab you in my arms and carry you over to that other bed so you can get warm. Then I'll just get everything ready so we can draw blood first."
He came and took the sheet from me, lifted me in his arms, carried me to the other bed, pulled the blanket over me, and put an electric blanket on top. Then he lifted the board and got the blood sample supplies. His arms were strong and his body heat warmed me up even more. His passionfruit scent enveloped me fully.
The warmth felt quite nice; now it wasn't too much, and although the medicine had pretty well evaporated, I was still tired but didn't want to fall asleep. There were too many experiences that could come into my sleep.
Damon now came to me with another small table and put some tubes, which were already in the most important ones. He put a pillow under my arm and took the needle and tube holder. I controlled myself as he started taking blood and tubes after the tube was completed. Mariella was ready and had already taken twenty tubes and went to put them in the machine.
Then Damon went on. I don't know how fucking many tubes he took, but I held still, knowing there was nothing to worry about and everything would be fine. He took some more blood culture bottles and filled four of them. I tried to distract myself by thinking of anything else. Everything else, too. I was thinking about my paperwork. Nine and ten would not understand what they are about, so they would not understand what to do with them. He was totally focused and said little about anything. I tried to get my rage out, but he wouldn't let me.
I had my other rages going on all the time, and I realized this guy hadn't got hold of them. He doesn't even know about them. I relaxed and took out some of my dark red rage, which helped. I felt more powerful, more relaxed, and not so vulnerable anymore. I let my dark red rage wash over me. Damon was no threat to me now. I knew I could take him out if I needed to. I had rage in a rainbow of colors, and each was born out of a distinct thing. I was just so angry and fucked up all the time, so it came out.
Damon took Mimi's blood and sensed this rage, but it was coming from a different place than the normal well. This was one of hell-tasty rage, he was having quite an enjoyable meal same time as he ate it carefully so Mimi would not notice but he would get good powering up.
Damon informed this little surprise to his wife, "Darling, the lady has a whole new kind of rage, and lots of it, of varying strengths, and now I'm trying to work out a plan to get the lady to sleep. This one is yummy, I am having an enjoyable meal here. Because those wells need to be accessed, and the best way would be to get the lady fucking sedated, not quite to sleep but well enough to fight the medicine. So she uses these rages and shows me where she gets them. "
Mariella nodded and answered as she was now in the kitchen, to see what they would get new, " Mimi's got a candy-making machine here. Can you make some drugged-up salty candy? She has salmiac powder in here, masking scent and taste, but the best solution would be if you could make your drugs taste salmiac too. And you give that candies for her supposedly to raise the lady's blood pressure?"
Damon grunted and said, " Not a bad idea. I'll grab some medicine and those tubes, and I'll sniff a bit, too, if I can make a brand-new dental substance. I have now more of her blood to be analyzed again. "
Mariella went over to the kitchen. The linkages would take time as the lady was a bit ripped, and the entire pack would benefit from these. The Salvatores were already emptying the fridge and freezers, handing out food to everyone. This food was made by Dexter, or Magnum, maybe herself too.
Damon got all the blood drawn and gave the tubes and bottles to number two. Mariella had already moved into the kitchen, at least what number two said.
Damon looked at me and said, " OK, missy, now we wait for the results, and then we'll see what's next, but you stay there. I put the magic around you. It's not so easy for you to absorb. You're in that warming up, and you're only 38.6 degrees, so it's going to take time. You're dehydrated, your blood pressure is pretty damn low, and next, I'm going to go and see if I can do anything to help it. We need to get your blood pressure rising and it will help then your body to wake up a little more."
Then he walked away. I could feel the magic holding me still, and I was pretty tired, the heat and all. I sighed and leaned back on the bed to lie down. It had been one crazy day, and Damon had changed so damn much. I knew I was going to have a hell of a change because not all my old tricks might work on that creature, but then again, with the boost I gave him, everyone had come to life, so to speak, so there might be a fuckfest in the offing. Besides, I had changed so much that I did not need to do any tricks on him. I was very reserved, not trusting at all that I would stay in the pack. This was almost too much for me.
But with changes all over my house, everyone was digging and changing everything, linking, doing everything I didn't have time to say anything about. And my little girls, the magic house would take them, and I knew it was for the best. They had been lovely to look after, though. I lay in bed, listening to the commotion, and then the girls were awake when the crying started. Soon it died down. I guess there are quite a few keen carers in the pack.
I had seen their affection over this month and somehow I had not anticipated this kind of caring and fussing over me. I had almost thought that they wanted to visit because of the girls when they could not have any. And I thought about what would have happened if they could have multiplied, have babies and cubs without me. Would they have still missed me?
Damon came back with Mariella, sat down on the chair next to me, and said, "Here, Mimi, suck on a couple of salmiak candy. Mariella saw that powder and it has always raised your pressure. If this raises your blood pressure, that would be a start. That candy-making machine is nice, so I made some hard candy. Here is a pile. Start nibbling as many as you like. I tried to make enough for you."
Fine. I'm always up for a salmiak. I grabbed a couple in my mouth, and oh fuck, these were good. I closed my eyes as this sweet tangy saltiness spread all over my mouth.
Damon said, " Did I get the taste right in any of them? I haven't made many of those sweets, so I wasn't sure. We don't have that kind of machine and I had no recipe, so I went by guess."
I said as I took three more sweets I had to chew. " These are just perfect. Oh my fucking god, they're yummy, I might eat them all. You don't need a recipe, you can make for me always these treats. "
Damon smiled happily and said, " Suck it and chew them. I'm going to go and see the results, so I know where I'm at. I might come to see awhile does your pressure has risen any."
Damon said to Mariela in his mind, "That girl is getting pretty stoned. She's pulling a pretty damn good pace, and those candies are not mild. Her pressure might not rise but drop."
Mariella smiled. Yes, she had noticed when Damon made them they had a proper cocktail and a renewed anesthetic for the teeth. He had made it taste salmiac by eating that powder first. He had learned to make his dentals taste different kinds of tastes. Mimi would soon be pretty harmless. Then, the intensive care of the lady would begin. That infection would be treated away as well, and maybe a week or two, and then it would be time for Damon to care for his future wife.
That infection was nasty, and Mariella's radar had warned about it. She told Damon. "Damon, her infection is not mild. My radar, as lazy it is, warns actually because of it."
Damon nodded. He had the same instinct. He had smelled it in her blood. Then he would start to teach her future wife back to be his.
And yes, he would enjoy fucking her hormones up, then give her a brisk special treatment, and they would have a very peaceful three-day wedding, a very educational honeymoon. During this, Mimi would have one conception after another so that it would be pregnancy time and the cats in the pack when they returned. It would be a long time.
The sweets were so unbelievably good. I leaned back in bed, closed my eyes, and enjoyed them. I didn't mind when I was enjoying these candies. I just felt pretty damn tired and couldn't even open my eyes or move my hand. Then I realized that those were drugged sweets, and I've eaten so many of them.
I could feel the drug kicking in more and more, and I felt exhausted. Damon was close to me. I felt him stroking me, but I couldn't react. He took my hand from under the covers. I felt the needle go into my vein, and then the anesthetic took me to a place where I had no dreams and no nightmares.
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