I woke up in bed with barbed chains. I didn't open my eyes or move as I just tried to sense as much of my surroundings as possible. Damon said in my head. "'Oh you're awake, we're at the medical facility. You've had quite a bit of treatment. We've been here for 4 days and they just brought you in now. Does it hurt you, baby, anywhere?" I thought in my head " No it doesn't, fine, you know what Salvatore, I'm not going to rot here for too long but I thought I'd take my anger out a bit. What's the situation with Adam and Samuel?" Damon said "Same as me, on meds so much it's hard to stay awake, spiked handles, vervain drip, Adam and Samuels going aconitum. " I opened my eyes and looked. Damon was pale, tired, looking sickly. The vervain was obviously quite strong and probably had aconitum in it. I had neither. Damon said out loud " Take it easy baby, you won't heal, look at you with a belly full of stitches. " oh well that's what it was. It doesn't matter. I closed my eyes and started to concentrate. The scienYourtists came into the room and they put another bag of something for Damon to drip. I kept my eyes open. They gave Damon a shot and he groaned and passed out. They moved on to me. One lifted the hem of my robe and pressed on my stomach. The other hung several more bags on me and put them on the full drip. One examiner said "Your pack is interesting to examine. You are a challenge to keep under control, but as you can see, we are pretty good at restraining you. Those bags are a strong sedative but before you get any more riled up, I'm going to put you back to sleep." The man pressed the plunger to the base and I hadn't even realized when he had put the syringe on my cannula when the blackout came.

I woke up cold and hurt. Hard. I couldn't feel Damon in my head and I opened my eyes. I was still in the same room and I too had Vervaine and Aconitum and apparently, some metals going. I felt really sick and threw up on the floor. Damon opened his eyes, he looked even worse. He said quietly as if he didn't have the strength to speak " You've been in treatment again for about a week, I don't know when they did something to us sometimes. You've got metal poisoning, mercury, it makes you sick." I nodded and kept vomiting every now and then. The investigators came into the room and ordered the cleaners. Then they put a bucket where I threw up. They were very pleased that I threw up. But fine, the worse I felt the stronger the rage. I let myself be all limp while the investigators measured everything. The stitches were in my stomach but in a different place. In the end, they didn't put me to sleep because I was weak enough. Damon looked at me worriedly as I just lay there, completely unresponsive to the researchers' treatment. Adam and Samuel were also in the same room and quite unconscious.

When the investigators left, I let it come to the surface. My rage, completely and utterly. I concentrated and ripped my hands out of the spiked shackles, my wrists were pretty messed up but it didn't matter. I managed to wring the shackles off my ankles. I got up and went and ripped all the lines off the men. Then I gave my blood. There may have been some metal in there, but I knew at least Damon needed my blood. He drank greedily when I put my torn wrist in his mouth, he almost ate my wrist. It was very refreshing and by the time I'd got his barbed shackles off. He was done. He didn't have the rage on display like I did. I went over to Adam and unlocked the shackles and put my wrist in his mouth. My blood was tasty. When I was helping Samuel, Adam, and Damon were all ready. I left them to help Samuel and went looking for an exit, nothing bothered me.

I walked like a terminator and found the outer door relatively quickly. The men followed behind me and hadn't actually killed anyone. I found a car with one set of keys and went to the driver's seat. The men didn't object because my rage was obviously quite spectacular. I drove us to the house. Apparently, I was pretty pissed off because Damon's teeth were pretty much-dripping velvet, luckily there was a container in the car where he poured his doses. This velvet was black. And fucking strong. There was Colin and Charles and Bran waiting at the house. I'd put my rage away on the way and the mood in the car had calmed down. At least as far as Damon's teeth were concerned. I walked calmly to the house and Colin, Charles, and Bran began to examine the staggering men, apparently my blood was wearing off.

The nausea was still on and when I got inside I walked straight into one of the bedrooms, shut the door, and went into the bathroom to vomit. At some point, I noticed that Charles and Colin had come in and were helping me from the bathroom floor to the bed. Colin gave me some injections. I was absolutely exhausted and just lay in bed. Dresden came into the room with Constantine and they started sucking the metals out of me. Whatever Colin had given me helped because I was barely awake. Colin tucked me in and the men left. I woke up in the night to find I was terribly cold. I didn't feel very well, I felt ill and I went out. Damon was in the kitchen looking for food, he was already looking much better although tired. He looked at me for a moment and said " What are you doing up at this hour? Dresden and Constantine took all the metals out 4 days ago. You've been sleeping since then, I guess you've been trying to heal or regain your strength. Charles, Bran, and Samuel have already left and Adam is sleeping, we're starting to be okay, how about you?"

I went to Damon and said "I don't think I'm alright. Bloody cold and I feel absolutely sick." Damon felt my forehead and said " You're burning up yes, fever and lots of it. And this was not the best medbay to be in. I think you'd be more comfortable in bed." We'd returned to the same house we'd been kidnapped from after Adam's people had fixed it up. This was a small house for a pack, with three floors and not a million rooms, I had at one point been thinking of buying another house here but things happen. I nodded and Damon ushered me into one of the bedrooms and tucked me into bed.

He said, "I'm going to go and see what kind of medicine cabinet there is, you stay there okay?" I nodded. I was so damn cold and sick that I didn't even want to move. The stitches that had been bothering me before I had been driving and after that I had snapped them all off, no one had noticed because I knew the wounds had been a bit open. I stuck my hand inside my nightie and felt my time. When I took my hand off, it was bloody. Damon came into the room just as I was looking at my bloody hand. He sighed and crouched down next to the bed " Let me guess, you plucked those stitches out, didn't you? Fine, I need to take a look at the situation and get some more supplies first. Now don't put your hands in there again. Okay?" I nodded. Damon stood up and stomped away.

He returned after a few minutes bringing packets of various bandages. "Now baby let's do this so I can see what situation you have in your stomach. If there is an infection as I suspect there is no way to close it yet, even with my blood. And then we'll go to another house, the nearest one with a good medbay. I think I'll actually drive us to Chicago, at least there's top-of-the-line equipment there. And I'll call Samuel." I looked at Damon innocently and said " Thanks for doing this, it's probably not what you wanted to do." Damon patted me and said " I'll give you the black velvet first. This is strong so you'll fall asleep. My hope is that you'll stay asleep long enough for me to examine you and then for the drive, or at least part of the drive. " I was too weak to even begin to put up a proper fight. Damon took one of my arms out of the blanket and pushed the needle into my vein and started to push the plunger, he said " Sleepy time, baby." I fell asleep.

Damon let the plunger push down because after he had taken Mimi's arm out of the blanket, he had smelled an infection and it was pretty damn bad. He wanted Mimi to be as painless as possible. He took the blankets aside and stripped Mimi of her nightdress which was bloody and rotten.

Mimi's stomach was open in three places. She'd had some surgery at the Medical Institute, judging by the location, one had been on her liver, one on her pelvic area, Damon wasn't sure if they'd done the uterus again and then one was a spleen or pancreas or bowel operation. Every wound oozed putrefaction and they bled lazily. Damon began cleaning the wounds as best he could and bandaging them up. All of these and would require a very extensive opening and inspection of the entire abdominal cavity. Damon was not at all sure of the function of any organ. Oh that someone had checked through Mimi as soon as they arrived. But as the three of them had been in bad shape so Colin and Bran and Charles had put the three of them in shape and when Dresden and Constantine had sucked the metals out of Mimi and she had slept with Colin's medicine, well Colin had thought she was fine.

Eventually, Damon got the wounds dressed and took a sheet to wrap Mimi in. She was burning hot and Damon tried his best to cool her down. He put Mimi in the back seat and turned on the air conditioning in the car to keep it as cool as possible. Damon gave Mimi an extra dose of black velvet before leaving so she would sleep the whole way. Samuel announced that he was already in Chicago ready to go. Damon arrived there after a 4-hour drive and carried Mimi who started to wake up and tremble on the way to the medbay downstairs. Samuel sighed as he took her temperature. 47.9 degrees. Damon asked " Do you want another dose of velvet for her? I've got some black velvet, it's strong as hell, and keeps her asleep for hours with a few milliliters."

Samuel handed over the jar and said "Give me a sample first, then you can put Mimi back to sleep." Damon put a good dose of jet-black velvet in the jar. He took the syringe loaded in his breast pocket and put the needle back into Mimi's vein and pressed the plunger. The shaking stopped as Mimi drifted back to sleep. Samuel got more medicine and gave Mimi another maintenance dose of tranquilizers. Damon set up the operating theatre and Samuel found the fever meds ready to go. He gave her a dose of that too and put a maintenance drip of that away too.

They operated on Mimi for 18 hours. All the organs were gone including the lungs and heart. All were badly infected, but Mimi miraculously grew new organs on her own. But she couldn't even heal her skin with Damon's blood so Mimi got a line of stitches in her stomach.

I woke up. Cold. Stomach pinching all the way. Oh, stitches. I took out a few stitches that were really annoying and sat up. Dizzy. It doesn't matter, I'm pissing. I stood up and went to the bathroom. I sat down and went to the toilet. I got on the toilet and was pissed. I was just about to get back on the toilet when Damon's voice said, "Here we go again." He stood me up and looked at me for a moment and said " You know those stitches are there for a reason, you see, you're bleeding when your skin won't even heal with my blood. You can't take those stitches out yet." He helped me to the bed and put me on my back. Then he sewed new stitches in place after he had cleaned my stomach first, it was only a little bloody. He put a bandage on the stitches. Cleaned up the supplies and came over to my bedside and said "No crawling, no rolling around on the floor, no stitches removed. Okay?" I said "But when I got pissed so much."

Damon shook his head and said " You're the impossible one. Piss all over yourself, they can always be replaced. Don't go off on a rampage. You're upstairs so you're not so far away it's easier to watch." Damon walked over to the medicine cabinet and retrieved another large syringe of pink fever medicine to be taken orally. Damon was absolute and made me swallow it with a terrible glop. After half an hour my strength began to drain away as sweat was now pouring from every part of me. Damon waited for my temperature to be normal. Then he again lifted me naked on the towels as he made my bed and then came to wash me. This was always so wonderful. Somehow that temperature drop causes such a sweat that you feel really dirty, and when Damon washed my hair and dried and braided it. I started to feel powerless but much more tolerable. I didn't like being weak, not at all. I eventually fell asleep, apparently, there were anesthetics or sedatives in the drip bags.

I was not a good patient. The bandage bothered me so half asleep I would tear it off and then somewhere in between, I would always have a couple of stitches when they stung and pinched really badly. The fever didn't immediately subside and I wanted to go to the toilet I didn't piss myself, I went to the toilet several times and Damon's new job was to lift me from the floor to the bed. He said after the tenth time "Mimi, one more time and I'll put you in restraints, understand?" A voice from the doorway said, "I would have already, Damon you are too gentle." Adam had come. I said to Adam " He wants me to piss on myself. I'm a neat girl and I pee in the toilet." Adam laughed and said, " Yes you are, but if you can't get to the toilet..." I had got to the toilet by now.

The stitches had been there, or the strongest stitches had been there for five days but there weren't many. All the other stitches were more recent. I was waiting for my skin to start to close up to get those stupid stitches out. Adam watched with amusement as Damon sighed and again took his suture kit and started stitching up the stitches I had gotten out. Adam went to one of the cupboards and handed Damon a tube. Damon grinned. First, he squeezed the tube around the edges of the wound and held it for a moment. Glue, really. He quick-glued my wound closed first before putting the stitches in. Oh, fuck. Oh fucking cunt. Damon put glue everywhere he could find it. Then he put a bandage on the wound and glued that in place, too. I looked almost insulted. The fever and the infection were going to be going strong for another week. The stitches were left alone but the fever made me restless and I was on the floor. Often. Eventually, Adam got fed up too and Damon went to the medicine cabinet for a strong anesthetic. He came to me and said "This will keep you asleep until this infection is overcome. Now we don't have the energy to pick you up off the floor anymore, and another thing. Remember when you wake up. You will not go to the first wash. Is that clear?" and I didn't even have time to answer when he pressed the plunger. Everything went black.

I woke up in my own bed downstairs. Somewhere I could smell coffee. Bran came into the room and said. "Come on, little girl, have some coffee if you're up for it. You've been asleep for two weeks, Damon had to leave. I did notice that there was a phone and a wallet on the nightstand. I got up and followed Bran into the kitchen, only Adam was there. I grumbled my morning and went and sat down with my coffee cup and drank it. I weighed something like 43-44 kilos, I could still get better, but I knew where to go. The Pennsylvania mansion. I could keep in touch a little bit, maybe email Jarod, or meet up with Bridgette, I wasn't going to go to any gigs, I wasn't. now I wanted to have a good time. I was in Chicago for another week and I gained two or three kilos when I concentrated on eating. I went for a drive to Pennsylvania and I was very happy when I got there. I cooked and fixed up the rooms. I kept in touch with my fleas and I was always kept very informed of what was found and where there were suspicions of institutions. We would chat about anything and I would even message Jarod and let him know what was going on. Then I called him and we talked for 4 hours on the phone.