Damon watched day after day as Mimi just got weaker and finally, they put her in the incubator. Bran had ordered Damon to be brought out of Europe as soon as Samuel arrived. Damon's punishment would be to watch but not to touch. He had arranged for a two-way mirror and a microphone in the medbay so that Damon could hear everything, and see. But he wouldn't let Damon smell Mimi's blood. Now it wouldn't be in a way that would allow Salvatore to be the savior once again. Not now Damon would have to watch while others tried to save his wife. He'd have to see how Mimi was doing. Bran was furious at Damon for how he had fooled them all, how he had manipulated the entire pack into accepting a roughly shed session. How he had taken Adam and Charles' humanity away and had them beat Mimi first. Now Salvatore wouldn't have his teeth in her neck and then everything would be fine and he could leave. It wouldn't work that way.

Colin, Samuel, and Will were working all the time to make Mimi's straps last. Colin had now done a lot of gnome stuff and Mimi was stable. 4 straps. But stable. Damon saw this and so did Bran, but Bran was adamant- Damon would not interfere with Mimi. After four days, Mimi was given one more strap. And after three days, another one. Damon started to get upset and said "Are you really going to play with Mimi's health just to make me suffer? At least give me a tube of blood so I can see if I can get some kind of stabilizer going. There's a reason Bran I'm the one to save Mimi, at least the quickest and easiest. "

Bran said "You have no right to ease your conscience, now suffer and see. It was you, it was you who did this. 12 weeks, Damon, three fucking months. Don't start whining about getting a quick fix when that's just not how it works now. Believe, but fine. You get a tube of Mimi's blood, and let your teeth drain, but I decide what to give Mimi. Not you. " Damon restrained himself. His rage was pretty damn intense and he knew exactly that this was his doing. He felt pain, he regretted it. But then he started talking to Bran, telling him everything he was experiencing at the moment, telling him how there was another half of him, like another being, even though he could see what it was doing he wasn't there all the time, and he couldn't control himself.

He had talked and talked, time passed and no one brought the blood tube. Damon watched as Bran went to the medbay to see what was going on. Mimi had been in treatment for 8 weeks now, two fucking months and her straps were 55. They tended to fall off very easily. The incubator was not to be disturbed, Mimi had not really gained any weight. She weighed 24 kilos. They were getting some nutrients and they were eating away.

When Bran came out of the room Damon said "I have now watched for two months as my wife fights for her existence and I feel her, I am a telepath, and the fuck as I feel her deteriorate. Is she on 5 or 55 straps? I guess it's time for me to go do my job. I may have suffered enough. Or Bran, take the risk that soon something will snap in my head again and I won't care. Because there's always that risk. "' Bran sighed and walked, back to the medbay and chatted with the men for a while. Will had already left days ago and as Damon watched Samuel and Colin were on edge and he suspected that they would have accepted help sooner. Bran came back and said, "Go, and see what you can do."

Damon went into the medbay and walked quietly to sit next to the incubator. He took a chair close by and sat right up against the incubator and slipped his hand through the opening in the side. He took Mimi's bony hand in his and tried to reach for her mind. He gave it a kind of energy. He sent through their truesoulmatebond love and affection, longing.

And was surprised when there was a very small response, forgiveness. Damon wiped his eyes with one hand and tried to concentrate on strengthening his wife's soul before he could get to her body. He kept talking to Samuel and Colin telepathically in his head, listing all the substances he had found in the shed when he had gone there again. It had been like a new place and he could still smell Mimi there.

Samuel came very carefully and took a tube of blood, the straps dropping 53 when he disturbed Mimi too much. Samuel gave Damon the collectors ready and the blood tube in one hand. He sniffed the tube and it smelled as wrong and as sick as could be. This was going to be a real fight. Bacteria and viruses had invaded every part of Mimi's body, and infection after infection stank in her blood. Damon let his teeth drain. And they did. Samuel hurriedly hung bag after bag to drip and none of the bags still had velvet in them because it was unnecessary. Mimi was in a coma without any additional medication. After a week Mimi had 120 straps and they were not falling off. They could actually do something about Mimi now. First of all, they cut Mimi and Damon gave his organs, which may be the lady would start to get a little stronger, everything inside Mimi had rotted into a greenish-brown sludge and they flushed and put a lot of antibiotic concentrates in there, and Damon's blood. Then the organs. Mimi was put back in the now-new incubator that was made for two. Damon was now determined to put his teeth in and keep Mimi close. Samuel also cannulated Damon and he knew how much Damon had already spent his resources on dental work. Damon then went into the incubator and Samuel and Colin lifted Mimi next to him. Damon wrapped himself around Mimi and put the teeth on her neck and felt them rooted into place. He was not conscious for long as he fell into a kind of stupor and let his teeth work.

When Damon's teeth hit Mimi's vein the vein wall thickened and expanded and rooted into the teeth. Damon or his body had knowledge of what Mimi's blood should be and that is what the teeth now compared the situation to. When it became apparent that the blood was not right and this would take a lot of work the teeth sent an impulse to a special part of the brain and that part started to put everything that required energy to shut down. Damon went into a kind of coma and his thinking and telepathy all went out of order. The teeth activated another part of the brain that worked as a chemist. It began to produce substances to correct deficiencies or changes in Mimi's blood. Soon this part of Damon's brain was very very active and consuming energy. The sensory cells in the teeth were constantly comparing the situation, and the brain's control center was making the teeth make different compounds. Every now and then the sensory cells in the teeth would activate and take a sort of sample of Mimi's blood to see where we were going. And then the reaction was accordingly. Damon's whole body was now involved in this and his brain had released the kind of neurotransmitter that made his body work when, as a giant reservoir of matter, there was no tissue or no substance that Damon wasn't now using to treat Mimi. And it wasn't Damon's own will, it was his teeth. Their job was to get the blood back to normal or as normal as possible. There was a limit and when the limit was crossed, the teeth would calm down and let Damon wake back up and he could then decide for himself whether to continue in this way or with the drugs.

Damon woke up and took his teeth out of Mimi's neck. They were now in a sick bed and no longer in an incubator. Mimi felt hot, though, and Damon knew what was next. Time to crawl on the floor. But that's what Adam and Charles were free for now, and they would take care of this side of things. Mimi would be a model patient for them, after all. Damon went to dinner and drank his coffee. Then he went back to the medbay. Mimi lay helplessly in bed. He could do something to make her take it. Damon shuddered at the thought and went to Bran. He said "Mimi is better now, full straps and able to suck nourishment, although the infection is still there, but Bran I have to go and far away. Send me somewhere fucking far away and for a while, because just now, I saw Mimi again as a victim I could hurt. Satan's side is waking up again. " Bran said " Fine there's a list of the naughty vampire women of Australia. Now go do your job. Magnum will be your contact and he will then handle the rescue side. Those will take you a while. " Damon thanked him and took the list. He was sick of always doing this to Mimi but the pleasure had once again reared its head as he imagined Mimi crawling on the ground helpless. This was safer. He left the phone and wallet, wishing he could come back and spend some quality time with Mimi but now he had to escape and fast, while he himself was still in charge.

I woke up and I was cold, weak, and out of shape. And I was pissed. Fine, let's get going. I had a vague image of Damon but no idea how fucking long I'd been asleep again. I can tell by the length of my hair that I've had it for several months. I'm not surprised at all. I got into a sitting position and was there for a moment as I tied all the tubes and ripped out every cannula. And then I stood up and went to the bathroom. I had to pee and oh my god that was a relief again, but I couldn't understand why they had put me so far away from the toilet when there was a bed nearby. I got up from the toilet and started to walk, but I went to the nearest bed and stayed there because I couldn't bear to go anywhere else. Besides, it was easier to get to the toilet from here. It was a bit hard and I don't think there was a mattress. I think it was a table, but it doesn't matter.

Charles came back to the medbay and carried Mimi from the table back to the bed. This was certainly not an easy or nice patient. Mimi was running a raging fever and delirious at times, and fidgety. She and Adam had now spent two weeks picking her up from wherever and putting her to bed, giving her fever medicine with antibiotics, which their teeth produced with gusto. Adam was resting because making the antibiotic was hard. When Adam woke up it would be his turn, thank God, to get to make the antibiotics. And then to rest. Adam had to be Mimi's nurse. And Bran had to take care of Mimi and wondered how the fuck Damon could do it. There were three nurses and they were all nearly burnt out.

I don't understand how I keep waking up in the same bed, no matter how I try to get closer to the toilet. I had collected blankets and made a nest of them near the toilet, I had tried to sleep on the table with the blankets and no sooner did I drag myself to the toilet and that trip exhausted me so completely that I couldn't go back. It was as if Charles was a little tired of me too. He said "My God Mimi, you're impossible. Now come on, let's get you back to bed and I'll get those cannulas back in place. " and I was all innocent, wide-eyed, and weak. When I peed. Adam had got me a toilet seat and when I was found on the ground with the toilet seat on top of me they couldn't understand how I had done it. That didn't work either. Eventually, someone sat next to my bed the whole time, and when I got up. I was either given a bedpan or then lifted onto the toilet seat and made sure the tubes stayed in place. Yes, washing felt good and I was weak as a kitten. When the fever finally broke and I was moved to the bedroom. By the time Damon brought me back it had been 15 weeks, a pretty god-awful long recovery from a 12-week session. Charles and Samuel and Adam and Bran did explain how fucking close it had been to how fucking bad shape I was in.

Then magnum came to rehabilitate me and that joy lasted a month. And then the men had to have a party. Damon was there too but I went with Magnum to see the wings of the houses and mimosa and Mirella came with us. Then we abandoned the magnum and went on a girl group ride. We decided to go to Canada and find a big house there and visit the farms around there. Now we could fucking do it at last. I guess the men are still out partying and fucking. After all, we'd already been driving around America for a month and here for a couple of weeks when we hadn't found the perfect castle yet. We were looking for a castle in Canada, mimosa wanted a castle. It was November and I said "Let's get a castle and spend Christmas there. I want to fucking spend one Christmas. I haven't actually spent Christmas in this pack for a long time, but now we have Christmas. We'll decorate and get a tree and presents for each other and a backyard sauna and roll around in the hangar after we've been in the sauna every now and then and enjoy ourselves, but first, we'll go to the local farm and get some food and a Christmas ham and a turkey and everything." we were very excited about our girls' Christmas. We then found a castle in Nova Scotia. From Halifax itself.

And to this day that Halifax castle or mansion is still the Christmas mansion of our pack, we gather there every now and then to celebrate Christmas, but it's quite differently decorated and renovated even today. And even today I'm still no nicer or better patient. Not a drop better.