Except it was Adam. When Damon had brought Mimosa to them with a fever they had shown them what a miscarriage is like when you don't have time to operate and had forced Damon to fix Mimosa and tell them where he kept her. Damon had been very remorseful and said that sometimes you get obsessed and you don't even understand where it comes from.
He just wanted children, he wanted them so badly. Of course, Bran had been the first to pat him on the shoulder and say that everything would be all right. The need to procreate drives us to do strange things. Bran had told everyone that Damon knows how old he is and how much he loves Mimi and how Damon has discovered what a perfect mother and mother Mimi would be.
Adam hadn't seen me run out. My fever was high but my rage was even higher. It was driving me. I ran through the woods like a whirlwind, stopping every now and then to catch my breath. I caught a rabbit with my bare hands and ate it raw. And I ran.
Damon was worried again he had done it. What on earth was driving him to do those things? He didn't really want a baby or puppies. But keeping Mimo and Mimi in a bunker for almost 8 weeks to get them both pregnant and torture them along the way. Sometimes Damon felt like there was someone else inside him.
And then sometimes he would deny that there was someone else because he actually remembers all the bad things he's done and knew that he remembered all the good things during these torture sessions and it didn't mean anything to him. He didn't know if his rage was almost a separate entity if it was some sort of defense mechanism when he had told Mimi during one torture session or if his mind was really split in two.
And Mimi had been missing for 4 weeks. Mimosa had had a difficult miscarriage and Mimosa was very sick and very ill the Mimo hide he brought with him was actually a magic hide, it could heal but only if you charged it. That was the only positive thing about the whole thing.
Mimosa had had a fever for two weeks and with very careful and diligent treatment it had finally gone away. But Mimi...already four weeks. Damon didn't know what condition Mimi would even be found in. Adam and Bran Samuel and Charles had been searching the woods surrounding the bunker for weeks and still nothing. He knew he'd put a six-month hibernation restriction on her, so Mimi might not be able to hibernate, but Damon didn't suffer to think
I was cold and aching all over, but when I thought about when I could, what was being done to me, I always got my rage on, and then nothing felt, but I'm extremely dangerous because I can do anything. The metals caused their own medical problems, pain, and symptoms. The inflammation from the miscarriage was on full blast and had called a couple of friends. I was in bad shape and only got worse but I didn't care. Rage was all that mattered.
When Adam finally managed to find the rabbits that Mimi had shredded, they started to find out a bit more about the lady's movements. Damon gathered up a big pile of tranquilizers, a rifle, and a pistol. Mimi would have to be caught, sedated, taken to a treatment room, and then treated. It sounded simple enough, but knowing Damon as he knew his wife, this wouldn't make it easy.
Mimi was quite frankly the worst patient in the universe that anyone had ever experienced. The plan was simple. Damon was to find a good ambush site and the wolves were to drive Mimi there. They had actually been watching Mimi for a day now.
Skinny, pale, and shivering, you could smell his infections a mile away and Mimi was extremely enraged. They kept their distance. Damon said "Adam you're a better shot than me, so you're going to ambush and when you're in position I'll distract Mimi enough to get a hit. And don't worry, if Mimi comes at me, I'll be fine." Adam thought for a moment and agreed. He went off to change form.
The rabbits were faster now for some reason and I couldn't catch them that well, there were always beetles and mice if you came across them. Not everything tasted good. Then I smelled Damon. "Oh really, are you going to catch me again, is the knot ready." I thought bitterly in my head.
I was cold, so damn cold and I tried to keep my rage up, I tried to think of equipment, rape, but always I couldn't. Except now. Now I gathered all my strength. That's going down. I was watching and I saw Damon. He was looking the other way. Idiot, I'm not there.
"Baby, I know you're close, come here. I'm so damn sorry, I don't know what always drives me to do that, but come on, now Baby, you gotta get fixed you're sick, I can smell it from here."
Damon knew Mimi was behind him. His purpose was to lure Mimi just a little further so Adam would have a good hit. Just a little bit Baby, come on come on. Adam said, "Just a little bit further..." Then there was a muffled shot and a gasp from Mimi that told him the dart had hit. Now they would just have to wait for the drug to do its job and put Mimi to sleep or at least sedate her so it was safe to approach.
Oh fuck, someone fired. Oh what a nice ambush, I grabbed the dart and saw that whatever was in it was now in me. Oh shit, I let my rage rise to the surface and took off running. I ran as fast as I could. Suddenly Damon was in front of me again. "Mimi, calm down, Mimi, take it easy. Come on, take it easy, it's all right now."
I was just trying to keep my rage on so that it would keep that damn strong drug from affecting me. A real knockout cocktail, but no. Go ahead and rage. I shuddered and groaned as Damon crept closer. I concentrated on not being pissed. He spoke in a calm but authoritative voice, a voice he never used in sheds. "There you go Mimi all right. Come on now stop fussing shh... Let it work, let it work, let it work..." Fuck, he caught me and held me still, and started to calm me down.
Soon I felt another dart sink into my leg and Damon's grip didn't loosen at all. Somehow, miraculously, he had managed to trap both of my hands effectively and was holding my legs in place with his own foot. His body heat and calming calmed my rage and he simultaneously did something in my head to my rage and shoved it back into its well and wouldn't let me get it out again I felt my legs start to go out from under me, he braced and shushed as the rest of the pack came in. My consciousness started to go completely, no matter how hard I tried to fight it, the last thing I felt was Damon lifting me up into his arms.
Damon sighed as Mimi finally began to limp in his grip, it had been a precise game of his to get a tight grip on Mimi and when it looked like the lady was fighting the medicine, Damon had told Adam to shoot another dart.
At the same time, he had stuffed Mimi's rage down the well and prevented her from getting it out before the medicine got to her. It finally did the trick, and Mimi was sedated. For how long Damon couldn't judge. This large animal tranquilizer they were using now always worked effectively at first but the duration was always a mystery. Sometimes it could be hours, sometimes weeks.
Mimi would have to be warmed up and some more tranquilizers and sedatives added, and then she would be easier to treat. Now Damon was carrying his slight wife to the car, so he reckoned the weight was hovering around 30-34 kilos. Pathetic weight.
They kept Mimi asleep the entire plane ride They were on their way to America's Chicago house. Samuel and Damon discussed Mimi's care for half the trip and the other half they argued. Samuel wanted Mimi in the incubator to get a good rest and get stronger, while Damon wanted to keep Mimi awake from time to time so he could watch her recovery.
It would do Mimi good to feed herself and be awake for a while. Not just sleep for a month in an incubator, as Samuel had planned. Another thing they argued about was the medication. What medicine and how much? Samuel had his own team of researchers who had been studying Mimi for years and had given her lots of drugs and antibiotics.
Damon, on the other hand, trusted his teeth. He patiently showed Samuel the collectors in his teeth and the 12 bags that had already been spilled. The bags were striped and always came with a little of one substance and then another. Quite a few of the bags regularly contained velvet, the black kind, a strong anesthetic that would keep Mimi asleep. But since the investigators hadn't gotten the samples and didn't know the strengths and what Damon was so sure of...
Samuel had a lot of problems. Damon had given them samples of velvet but they were different strengths each time and slightly different formulations, real precision drugs, but when Samuel wanted a drug that was always the same, always consistent, that you could trust. He didn't listen when Damon tried to explain that Mimi was chaos, Mimi wasn't consistent and her medication had to be reactive.
Eventually, they arrived and Damon carried Mimi in himself and put her in a patient bed, not an incubator. Damon had patiently told Samuel that Mimi's body temperature was elevated Mimi had a high fever, then the incubator would not be needed, but Samuel was afraid that Mimi would go into sepsis and her body temperature would drop and therefore it would be good to have the incubator warm.
Bran and Adam eventually got tired of the men arguing and persuaded Samuel to go to his research team with a couple of Damon's dental bags. That would keep Samuel busy. And if the scientists could manage to make velvet, that would help too.
Damon took a lot of blood samples from Mimi and sniffed her blood. He put all his bags in a drip. Some had already been dropped off on the plane. If this had been an acute situation, meaning he didn't have time to make the bags, he would have gathered Mimi in his arms and sunk his teeth into her neck, and drained the stuff right down there.
But because Mimi had to be knocked out and do some tests and there were no facilities on the plane, Damon had made the bags. He kept sniffing Mimi's blood every few bags and the self-loathing would rear its head again when he smelled the metal residue. They had to cut Mimi first. All the damage, the infection, the metals. There had been a vague thick mass inside Mimi and none of the internal organs had survived. Damon was disgusted as he sucked the mass and the three balls were still spinning inside Mimi.
Mimi's body cavity had been packed with bumps, it would heal and provide nutrients. It was donated from the wedding and it only smelled of Damon, not Adam and Charles. In addition, the bump had been reinforced with various concentrates and also had a lot of Damon's blood in it. At the moment, the best thing for Mimi was to rest.
They had a pump that worked like a heart and circulated blood and medicine around the body. Every few days they would check on the situation, add more bumps, and when the infection had subsided even a little, Mimi would get organs from one of the pack.
It was two weeks before they got Mimi organs transplanted that actually agreed to survive. Damon was at work the whole time, doing dental work, wiping Mimi down, watching her blood. Adam and Charles would check in every now and then and forcefully take Damon to eat and shower. He didn't suffer from being away from Mimi for long.
I woke up. I was really drugged, tired, and cold. Oh, still running a fever. I could feel my heart beating, so I'd been given organs. Fine good. Automatically I ripped out all the IV tubes and crunched them very carefully even though I didn't have much strength. I had learned to tie the tubes in such a way that they should be changed.
Really, I was pissed and pissed hard. I felt like my bladder was about to burst. I pushed myself into a sitting position. These were good patient beds these didn't have all the way down the sides so I could get up. Oh yeah, it's Chicago, huh? When I realized what house I was in. I didn't know how long I'd been under anesthesia, but that was one thing I didn't need more of right now.
Sleep. Drugs, tranquilizers. I was able to sit up and after a moment of being upright, the next stage, standing up. Yes, I did that too. Well then I started to walk and it wasn't quite perfect because I was as fucking drugged up as I could be. My eyes were floating and the horizon was throwing but I knew from old memory to get to the toilet and make myself pee.
Oh my God, what a relief. Oh my goodness. This time I actually managed to stand up from the toilet, but I had to hold on pretty hard to keep from falling over. Then my eyes blackened menacingly. No, back to sitting.
And out of old habits, I rolled down so that I could crawl. I was at the toilet door when Damon said " Really Mimi? Again. Can't you ring the bell? What is it with you and always having to start doing that when you're still on your meds? And with a fever. "
He lifted me up to face him and looked into my eyes. "Yep still on medication, you know young lady you should be in bed. You still have a fever after 3 weeks of treatment, do you realize, 3 weeks you have been here for treatment? Now I'm going to take you back to bed and make sure you go to sleep. That fever needs to come down and crawling around like this is not going to help it."
Damon was a little on edge for some reason. Strange. I just don't understand, I said innocently as innocently as I could "But when I peed" Damon looked at me steadily for a moment and carried me to bed and tucked me in, and said, "Or peed." And was completely silent. I tried to look as innocent as possible.
Damon put a new bag in the drip tray and had apparently already replaced the tubes with new ones. Then, without asking any questions, he turned my head and cannulated my central line again. Made the drip drip pretty fast. I could see it was velvet, at least for the most part.
When the bag was well underway and my eyes started to close only then, Damon got up from the chair next to me and went to get the new bags he'd put in the drip. I fell asleep watching him work.
I was a terrible patient, at least to Damon. For some reason, once my infection started to subside they kept me more awake so I was a nuisance. I would get out of bed and if Damon came to help I was a limp spaghetti, if Adam came I would grab Adam by the neck and support myself.
With Damon, I really went the distance. For some reason, no matter how much he put me in shape, I got so fed up with those shed sessions that I had an attitude even when I was recovering. Even though he made the alert bell available, it always dropped so that I couldn't reach it and had to try to get going myself.
One time again I was pissed and I was on my way to the toilet, crawling when I couldn't cope and Damon came into the room and started picking me up, I pissed my pants, and I let go. And again I was completely innocent. When I was going to the bathroom at the very last minute...
Damon cleaned me up, and the floor changed all my clothes patiently, and tried to explain things to me, but because I had an attitude and I liked to do my tricks, it took me 6 weeks to recover. I'm told it would have taken much less time if I'd known how to be a good girl.
My husband used to drag me to bed, even though I could almost walk now, and put me to sleep, and then when I woke up in our bedroom there was a phone and wallet on the bedside table. Damon had left again. I guess he'd had enough of his wife for a while.