Damon had heard how the shells inside Mariella had begun to crack, just enough to expose themselves to Mariella's immune system. The immune system began destroying ammunition after shell, rendering all pathogens and substances harmless.
Damon knew that Mariella would have to be furious with him for so long before all the shells and contents would go. This was an easy solution, but Mimi. He had no way to help Mimi.
He knew that so many more of those shells had been drained into Mimi, and she would unfortunately have to feel them in her skin for some time. Damon thought it was wrong and pissed him off when he couldn't help Mimi. All he could do was be there when one of the shells broke, and Mimi needed treatment.
It took five days, and then Mariella was safe. Damon had already prepared Mimi's body earlier so that she would be able to go on her own when the time was right. He had already explained everything to Mimi and explained long and hard that neither Mimi's willpower nor chaos or even alpha power would help her because Mimi had a different kind of shell. Not the shells of energy beings.
Damon went to Mariella and said,
"Now, darling, now you're going to be okay. No more two straps, no more medical problems. You see, darling. I had to make you mad, and good for me. Because it took enough rage for the shells to break slightly, your body destroyed them. Now it's all gone, and Mimi's all right; look there she goes."
Damon sat on the bed and waited for Mariela's reaction. She stood up and pulled Damon to her standing position, wrapped herself around him, and kissed him long and greedily. they began to tear the clothes off each other, and their passion knew no bounds.
I wasn't interested in anything else but decorating. I started putting the castle back together, and I found secret passages, and they often had a couple of rooms connected. Nests, perfect nests. No one would ever find them, I would have my peace guaranteed, and everything would be fine.
Day by day, my project progressed, as I carried in the nest whenever I had anything. I had bought beds and blankets and rugs and all sorts of nice things. Then I did the flea jobs every now and then, and again I didn't always pay so much attention to the time. Then one day, I realized I'd been here for a month, and well the rest of the crew were fucking; as I said, they were energy creatures, I wasn't.
I'm a flea and a decorator. My nest turned out great. .it was pink, light green, and a couple of different shades. It's kind of like pear and apple shades. I knew that the hectic month of our heat would not turn into anything. I was already learning to enjoy the moment and then move on.
The nausea had been mild for a couple of days, and I hadn't paid much attention to it. But then it got worse, and soon I was lying on the toilet floor and throwing up straight into the toilet bowl just all the time.
Luckily, after 8 hours, it subsided enough for me to grab a bucket and move to the sofa. The vomiting took so much out of me that I couldn't believe it. Then, after three days of vomiting, I started to get cold, and I realized that my shells had let go of their contents.
Fine, we'll manage. I lay in bed in the middle of blankets and was still throwing up. Two days later, muscle aches had joined the mix, not just in my limbs. Trying to vomit when your stomach is on fire is awfully nice, and you instinctively watch your muscles.
I was getting pretty exhausted and said to Charles,
"My love, how busy are you? I've got a medical on again, and I wondered if you could get some dental stuff for some of the symptoms."
Charles replied worriedly,
"Honey, you should have told me earlier where you were. Don't worry, I'll get to you."
Soon, Charles teleported into my little lair.
He looked around and said, "Salvatore is not going to appreciate this. But let honey, I'll check you over now and see if I can get some symptom relief."
Charles began to examine me thoroughly, feeling all over me with extreme tenderness but firmness.
Then he said,
"You have a brisk fever, you are very dehydrated, your muscles are in some kind of permanent cramp, and the nausea is not going away. Fine. I'll take a tube of your blood and go and see Mariella. First, I'll move you to another room so it's a bit easier to treat. But not medbay yet. Don't worry."
Charles scraped me up in the blankets and moved me into one of the larger bedrooms I had decorated with animal prints.
He took a blood tube and a needle and pulled my blood directly from my heart when I was so dehydrated. He said,
"Now I'm going to have a consultation with this. As you know, Mariella can give us a formula so we can do the dental stuff. There's nothing to worry about."
I didn't care; I just stayed shivering in the blankets and every now and then vomiting bloody mucus.
Charles asked Mariella in his head, "Mariella, are you free? Mimi has broken shells, and I would like to have your opinion on this blood. "
Mariella sighed. She said, "Fine, bring that tube over here so we can both sniff. Damon is Mimi's protector; he too, can and often does help even better than I can. We're going to the kitchen downstairs and come on in. "
Charles teleported over and handed the tube to Mariella. Mariella sniffed and frowned and said,
"The rescue radar doesn't say anything yet. "
Damon took the tube and sniffed. He frowned and tasted some blood. After a while, he started rubbing between his eyes.
Damon said, "Fine, we need darling to go and see the lady's condition, then we'll know what to do. The lady may not appreciate it, but it's getting to the point of dehydration, where something needs to be done. And you didn't get the blood drawn. I think the lady wants a couple of flanks if that game's on again."
Charles had no choice but to take them to Mimi.
When I smelled the passionfruit, I knew that Salvatore must have had a sniff of my blood. It takes a little time when I get well without treatment, but I'm in no hurry.
Damon walked into the room and said,
"Fine, my lady. Let's have a look at you then. I can tell you right now that I'm going to take some blood tests, and if you don't want a flank, you might want to see if you can find the veins. I'm going to check you over, and then we'll see. It might be wise to transfer you to Medbay."
Damon came and relentlessly took the blankets off my head and began to feel me. I tried to be brave and take it all in. As he wrestled with various points, I cursed to myself in my head in a talented manner.
Finally, Damon looked at me and said, "You have a wider vocabulary then Mimi. It's polite to swear in your mind, but then you should remember that I'm still a strong fucking telepath, and I knew and felt quite directly how tender you are. "
He stood up, looked at Mariella, and said, "Keep your darling shields up. These are contagious germs. Now, we may have to isolate the young lady in another house. You're not coming, darling. I will take Mimi myself and get her rehabilitated; this is not a negotiation ."
Mariella fell silent and walked out of the room. Damon approached me and said, "Fine, I will move you to another house and give you symptom relief, some meds, and when you need to be isolated as that bug is contagious to the rest of us. I'll have to see if I can always help. "
Damon moved me to my French vineyard.
They gave me a couple of pill bottles, loaded me with 10 syringes of anti-nausea medicine, put in a cannula, and left. It was my time again. Oh, yeah. This job now involves such an exercise in imagining that I am in better shape than I would be. I am in a fit state of mind.
Because otherwise, I long to be held, close, and rest, and now I have no one to keep me close. And I knew this was what Damien was trying to do. To make me miserable and make sure I didn't have anyone.
My symptoms lasted two months. Damon had put his radar off because he couldn't deal with me, and likewise, the rest of the pack had just continued their fuckfest while I threw up for eight weeks straight.
None of Damon's meds worked, and I knew that had been the purpose because Damien called me several times and gave me all the facts. How would I always be infected, and there could still be some head medicine involved to intensify the need for care?
How he was enjoying himself while I wasn't getting what I needed. How it made his soul chime. Oh fuck, I was disgusted and pissed off, rage was of no use in this disease. I just had to endure it.
You're not in terribly good shape after a disease like that, and the symptoms had receded, so was the condition. I lay in bed, unable to do anything. I then called Adam. He didn't answer, so I left a message,
"Mimi here, I'm no longer contagious, but you can tell the Salvatore that none of the drugs worked. The cannula clogged up in a week, and I couldn't get a new one to fit. So, I'm still pretty much finished. I'll be back one day when I can get myself down to at least 30 kilos. And hydrated ." I weighed a maximum of 27 kilos, which could be less. I wasn't so sure.
This was a tough illness because I had to be alone. My cannula was really clogged because I was dehydrating so fast, and I didn't have the strength to get more fluid. It's fucking awful to be ill when you know you need help, and you can't get anyone. Now, I didn't want to risk a single flea. No wonder Damien had stuffed me with so many bags of these shells and then the triple shells.
Damon was quiet at breakfast when Adam and Charles came to the table. Adam had let Charles listen to Mimi's message, but neither was going to say a word to Salvatore.
They were just about to go out for a meal to take care of Mimi. Now, it would be their turn. Charles was almost physically distressed as he imagined Mimi vomiting for eight weeks with no one, no medicine working, and not even getting any fluids in her. Fucking fucking Damien.
Adam was in the same mood, but now they had to be completely normal and ensure the pack leader didn't get any clues. Charles knew that Mimi had been hanging on by her rage and willpower for the whole eight weeks, and that's why they were better off being treated because Mimi actually wanted them. Yes, he knew that Mimi had a month with Damon in the heat of passion, but so did they for a month, even if it was in two pieces. Mimi was his, and he was hers.
Mariella felt that Adam and Charles were deeply distressed because she was then the protector of them all, including Damon. And she was confused. What was it that was suddenly making them so anxious? She knew that Mimi had been contagious, but Damon had left the good drugs and cannulated Mimi.
He had done it at the risk of his health because these germs could also strike Damon. Mariella furrowed her brows and wondered what she should do now. She went over to Charles' lap and said,
"Can I come and drink some of your blood? You could give me your pheromones. You have such lovely ones. Something is bothering you, and badly, tell me."
Charles let Mariela eat naughtily, but he wasn't up to the job even though he came. Mariella had, in fact, undone his trousers and pierced herself in his prick, and was now fucking him while drinking very naughtily. Eventually, Mariella came, and Charles stroked her and let her linger in his arms for a while.
Mariella said, "Start telling me. I'm not going anywhere until you tell me."
Charles sighed and said, "We're going to see Mimi soon, so don't be surprised. It may take a while, but I won't bother you anymore about it now."
Mariella said, "Do I always have to look at the past, or what's the problem? Start telling me."
Charles said briefly, "Damon's drugs were ineffective, and Mimi's cannula was blocked. She is now safe to approach, so we are going to help. You don't need to think about this. Adam and I are doctors, and we'll get her well."
Mariella was shocked. She got off Charles' lap, went over to Damon, and asked, "Those drugs you left Mimi with must have been the right ones?"
Damon furrowed his brows and said, "They were, and they were strong. Yes, they worked. Why on earth would you doubt that now?"
Mariella said, "They didn't work, and the cannula was blocked. Adam and Charles are off to help Mimi, whose symptoms have only now stopped. I just looked into the past. Mimi has been vomiting for eight weeks, unable to get fluids much at all at the moment, I would say weighing less than 30 kilos ."
Damon sighed, and he felt like he had let Mimi down so that he could fuck Mariella. Like said, this protector radar, when it was off, Mimi didn't even cross his mind. And Adam and Charles must have been thinking about Mimi again for two months.
Then why is he twisting the relationship with Mimi when he doesn't seem to give a fuck when his radar is off. Again, it's not fair to Mimi if he slips into her heart and then leaves her in the lurch, not even though that month made his soul sing.
So does Mariella, but he'd learned that a lot of things make him feel so fucking perfect, but now this betrayal. Mimi probably thinks he deliberately gave her drugs that don't work. This is not going to fucking work. Damon finished eating and said seductively to Mariella.
"Come on, sweetheart, and I'll put that little bitch in her place."
Mariella was desperate again. She noticed how Damon automatically started to blame himself and then retreated back into his protective shell and wanted to take Mariella to fuck her.
Not even to interfere with Mimi. She didn't have time to go to the trouble of making out with him yet, but Damon had to get unloaded. Adam and Charles would have saved Mimi, not Damon, which would have been the right choice.