Damon looked at me for a long time and said, " This is not going to be pleasant as you know, but for now I can't think of another solution."
I nodded. My enzymes had been at rock bottom for almost six months, and Damon could think of no other way than to platinum my liver for a week or two, as long as there were enough enzymes, but that would do.
Mariella had suggested I go to another house for the time being so Damon's radar wouldn't be disturbed. Of course, anything for lovers. Damon wouldn't allow Adam or Charles because the treatment wouldn't work if I had painkillers. No matter what form it took. So I went to a newer castle in Italy, where there were many aquariums to treat and all sorts of things.
I got on my back in bed, and Damon brought me a half-liter bag of pure platinum. He always drew a 50 ml syringe full from the bag and carefully injected it into one end of my liver. When the whole bag was used, I was allowed to get up and teleport away.
This would be hell. Now there was still no way I could relieve the pain, now this had to be kept as hard as possible for as short a time as necessary. I didn't tell anyone that I wouldn't eat or drink much during the whole thing. I'd get myself in shape when the enzymes were right.
Damon sighed as Mimi teleported away. Having to put Mimi through that kind of pain for the greater good was almost too much. But it was better now. Damon lazily went to see what his wife was up to. She had now discovered cooking and baking for real, and often Damon found his wife in the kitchen, like now. It didn't take him long to seduce her into the bedroom.
They spent four days there until Damon smelled how Mariella started to smell of tarragon. Oh shit, medical problem. He teleported Mariella to the medbay and sank his teeth into her neck.
He stayed like that for three weeks, until the bad infection started to fade. At her worst, Mariella had only had two straps. He stayed with Mariella the whole time before she finally opened her eyes.
"Hey, you, what happened?"
Mariella asked tiredly, she couldn't even remember when she and Damon just fucked.
Damon said, " Medical problem, two straps, darling, really, do you have to test me so hard."
Mariella was happy when she was okay. Her rescue radar went off, and she had one thing on her mind,
"What about Mimi? Has anyone looked at her enzymes?"
Damon shook his head, not so down to earth now. He suspected that Mimi would get to keep the platinum for up to a month. Oh, she must have had the platinum for almost a month. Fine. Damon texted Mimi the code to the medicine cabinet where she could find the platinum binders.
I could feel the enzymes slowly starting to kick in after two weeks. However, no one texted or asked any questions. I was always in contact with Mimosa, and she informed me that Mariella had a bad medical problem. Oh well, that explains it. But now I had the enzymes, so I could start to help my condition. I took out my rage.
Two weeks later, I got a text message about a platinum binder. Fine, I put it on the drip, but yeah yeah the feeling started to disappear from my liver. I don't mind, but now I won't be going back for a while. I don't want to.
When Mariella had a medical problem, so did I, but this is a mild one. Fever, nausea, muscle aches, I don't mind when I took my rage all the way out. Completely. Fuck the whole bunch.
Once again, Mariella is the queen. All hail Mariella! Fuck it. I would just politely say thank you to the pack leader. I didn't say anything else. When lovely Charles called and asked how I was doing, I lied straight out that I was perfectly fine, just giving the lovebirds some space to be alone. I reminded Charles how he, as protector, must be in distress and directed him to Mariella.
Mariella had recovered quite well in a week, and Damon was all the time almost maniacally looking after her to make sure she was okay.
Mariella got fed up and said,
" Why don't you do yours? My protector is watching my food, but who's watching Mimi? Is she as okay as she let Charles assume? How about you invite the lady here so I can see her with my own eyes."
Damon sent Mimi a text message to say she could come back.
The reply was, "I can come back, but I'm not coming back yet. Aquarium work calling, and I've got platinum poisoning to recover from, see the enzymes were fine at the two-week point, but now that liver is a bit stressed, I'll come back when I'm 100%, my alpha male."
Damon showed the note to Mariella, who sighed.
She said, "Damon, go and see what's going on. Replace the liver if you have to, but put it on medical mode. Now go."
Damon left.
I was doing aquarium work when I replied to Damon's message in my fuckin' head. For some reason, my hands were shaking a little every now and then, but not so badly now. I'll be fine.
I felt sick the whole time, so I didn't bother to eat. Even the bump caused my stomach to turn. I always took a drip as I passed if I managed to get the cannula in place. I am immortal and resilient. I knew I could recover from anything without any treatment, but it just takes time, sometimes more, sometimes less.
I had my rage, which I had now combined with my own will and a touch of chaos power. With that power, I would survive.
I had the energy tanks, and I could boost partly with them, but as our pack is a lust pack, I had my own strong lust. Well, it wouldn't help to use it because I'd just get fucked and fucked hard.
A voice behind me said very dangerously firmly.
" Liver a little stressed, baby, really. Have you been eating at all this whole time? I think you've got some medical problem going on, too. And why on earth is your rage all over the place?"
Oh, this individual has a Question Time.
I turned around and said, "My rage is wide open because I'm pissed off. Did you know that platinum in the liver is monstrous? A smaller amount, much smaller, would have been enough. But you wouldn't have believed me. It doesn't matter how fucking many times I've had platinum in my liver because you know fucking better."
My voice was pissed off. Damon looked at me questioningly from head to toe and said,
"Oh yeah, you need to be sedated somehow, and your rage is on display like that—tougher job. I can't help you, Mimi, if you don't start putting your rage down. I can do nothing."
I waved at Damon and said, "Cheers then, look immortal, I'll win this in the end, as you know. Just leave me alone. You're probably going to take a pretty long vacation from me now, but you won't miss it. Bye-bye,"
Damon teleported away. Oh fuck, a good 1-0 just got done.
Damon teleported over to Mariella with a pissed-off look on his face.
He said, "A medical problem, rage right on display, combined with the lady's own will and chaos, and the lady doesn't want any help. Now I don't know what we can do about it. I think we, darling go to the bedroom and forget about those crazy little bitches."
Mariella sighed. This, this was Mimi's superpower. How to get Damon to back off and back off properly? Damon couldn't always rise to the challenge and didn't always want to. He'd offered to help, and apparently, Mimi had said something that struck Damon again in just the right way to make him back off. Now, it was again a balancing act to get Damon in the right frame of mind without too much wrenching because then Damon wouldn't have the energy to finish the job.
Fine, she let Damon lead her into the bedroom and fuck her. She knew that Damon would tell her what hit him at some point. Even if not intentionally. But it would come. They had been fucking furiously for two days when Damon said,
"You know, I had no idea how much platinum Mimi's liver was supposed to put in. The idea was that it would be effective but fast. Well, now it was fucking effective and less fast. It didn't even occur to me to ask Mimi what amount was enough or how much she'd had before."
Damon sighed.
Mariella gasped, Oh, such a problem. Of course, Damon felt bad for leaving Mimi to her own devices badly platinumed. And the lady had then taken the rage, and then nothing would feel anymore, no matter how you hurt. And a medical problem on top of that. That's what had blown the rage out of the water. Mimi just assumes that she let it out herself.
"Damon, Mimi's rage medical problem is the cause. Miss just hasn't noticed it herself. Miss needs to be knocked out somehow. You need to make a cocktail, darling, and make it strong. It's just got to take effect as quickly as possible." Mariella wondered aloud.
Damon sighed and said, "It needs to be shot in the heart. Do you want to see it? I bet the look on her face is worth seeing. We just need to get the medbay in a bit of shape first, so it'll be easier to teleport Mimi straight to treatment. "
Damon was already starting to plan.
Mariella knew they were on the right track. Damon needed to be in charge and strong in these situations, too. Mimi knew that and knew how to turn it around every time. Not anymore. Mimi hadn't fucked with Damon at all unless Damon took the alpha male initiative and roughly took Mimi by force. She'd only been with Charles mostly.
She hadn't even looked at Damon with a bold, beautiful look in her eyes for some time. Yet another thing that sort of eroded Damon's authority over Mimi. Well, if only this would help again. They put the medbay in place, and all was set to go soon. They would get one little bitch to treat whether she wanted it or not.
Damon went to the medbay and loaded up three tranquilizer darts. That would be enough. Even one would be enough, but it was best to be safe. Mimi would now come for treatment. That was a certainty.
I continued my activities in the Italian castle for a couple of days. I knew I'd probably have to have a little surgery at some point because I was feeling pretty full. It just meant one thing.
My multiplication enzyme had been activated once again. It's an advantage if you want to grow new organs quickly; it really is, but then it's more of a disadvantage nowadays when it's not under control. Because then I'm growing organ after organ when I don't need to.
Everything about me is strange and peculiar. Nothing can work the way it does for others. I always have to be allowed to do things my way. I was on my way to the kitchen when Damon and Mariella came out again. Damon didn't say anything.
Seemingly calmly, he just raised his gun and shot me right through the heart with a tranquilizer dart. I looked at the dart and felt my legs buckle. I was unconscious before I hit the ground.
Damon said. "This is how you do it. It looks like this lady's got the multiplication enzyme on. "
Mariella sighed. That was amazing.
They had teleported, and Damon had shot straight at his target without hesitation. Mimi's expression was certainly worth seeing as she slumped unconscious on the ground. Damon walked over to Mimi with a serious expression. He lifted the eyelid of the unconscious woman and shot another dart into her.
Then he teleported them back to the medbay. Mimi was stripped and shackled. Then Mariella began to be cannulated while Damon made the referrals on the computer and came to take the blood. He didn't put anything in the drip yet, as Mimi would go into surgery first. Only then would he look at the blood work and know what was needed.
The surgery took 6 hours, and they finally managed to block the amplification enzyme. Mimi was able to grow an incredible number of organs and, most amazingly, spleens.
She specialized in spleens, and Mariella wanted to harvest spleens. Because they were damn good in case someone else got infected, they put Mimi on an antibiotic drip and fever medicine.
Damon wasn't going to keep Mimi asleep the whole time, as he wanted to see if Mimi's rage was properly controlled and if she had any other symptoms. Mimi was still asleep when they left for dinner. Mimi was in chains, well restrained, and all the tubes were put in so that the young lady couldn't reach to tie them.
Blood tests had made it painfully clear that Mimi had not eaten for weeks, but now she was in a drip. Damon and Mariella went into the kitchen to eat and then ended up in the bedroom for a few hours.