I'd still be in a house in Paris before I could get enough orders to come to Monaco to live there. I had ordered beds, mattresses, and furniture, and now they took a while to deliver, so that I would live here for at least a week.
I had ordered wagyu meat already, but one of my intentions was to look again for nearby farms and go through them now without medication. Maybe look for flour and milk farms as well. I hadn't quite decided yet.
But I had made it clear to myself that I was in no hurry to get to the gigs. I really had a lot of money. If I went to a killing, it would be more for fun than making money. The flea business was a different matter, but you had to be okay not to be a weak link because the chain was only as strong as its weakest link, and I would not be the weakest link.
And all the safe deposit boxes were still pretty full of stuff. There was cash and everything else in there, too. I could empty them out at some point, but when I was fit, I hadn't even got myself in shape. I weighed about 28 kilos, maybe less, and I had deep wounds all over that didn't heal. I didn't know why. I had blisters on my skin in several places because of the jungles and various plants. I have few rashes as well, one of types itched, so I did scratched myself quite a lot, few types were painful.
My blood was teeming with various poisons and toxins and the breakdown products. I had tried faithfully to drink a molecular concentrate, but some plant was keeping Mirella asleep, so she couldn't help or give any formula for anything, and when I took my blood and sniffed, my teeth did nothing at all.
I was very powerless, lying on the sofa under thick blankets at times, half asleep, half awake, trying to remember to eat whenever possible. Bridgette was in Australia, and I hadn't bothered to tell her about my condition, or Jarod, for that matter. I had just called when the gig was over and told them the main points.
I knew Magnum would keep the fleas in check, and I wouldn't have to worry about them yet, but one day, I would. Now, I just had to be very patient and remember that it took time and one day, I would be 68 kilos and fit again. Hopefully, only then will I be able to appreciate it.
I didn't even have the energy to cook to eat properly. I ate anything that required little preparation and was quick to make—for example, a pasta dish. I cooked an insane amount of pasta and fried 1.5 kg of minced meat. I seasoned it, put it in some egg milk, and put it in the oven.
You could eat it for days when the food didn't go down in terrible quantities. I didn't even know what condition my internal organs were in or if there was any point in eating, but yes, I did shit something that meant something absorbed then; I must have got something. I tried to drink coffee and Coca-Cola, but it was so hard to go to the kitchen to get it, and I drank when I went to the kitchen. And I didn't go there very often.
Mimosa was asleep; she was really exhausted, and I knew she had supported me with her own strength, and now she couldn't take it anymore, either. I was gathering strength to drive to Monaco, as I knew it was a long drive, almost 10 hours. I had a Porsche SUV now, a black one, and it had already got some miles on it as I had been saving the world with it, too.
I had found a vitamin K supplement I was taking. It helped when some snake venom was making my blood poorly coagulated; I had had countless wounds for weeks that hadn't healed, and some had been there for almost six months. They kept opening up.
I used to bandage them as much as I could, and I was using a lot of bandages, and when I couldn't get them all bandaged properly on my back, I put huge bandages on them to cover most of the wounds. I went into the shower and soaked off the bandages myself, swearing to change the dressing. I had a shower chair, as I couldn't always stand. The intense pain blackened my eyes. So I needed to sit.
I had drunk very little blood, what I had here, mixed blood was brought and somehow incubus or succubus just didn't taste good. I had a thirst for blood, but it was a pretty exotic act when the blood didn't agree. But I coped and always acted, prevented, stopped, and gave myself and my body time.
I was on a strong antibiotic all the time, which I had found here. Colin had left these sometimes. It probably prevented or helped the infection if I had one now. I'd had a great many infections and probably had quite a bug biting me, but then again, given my weakened condition, I'd probably be pretty damn susceptible to germs, even the ones I'd fought at one point.
I was frankly in the worst shape I'd ever been in, but damn if I hadn't saved the world all by myself. It was something to be proud of, and quite normal to be a bit frazzled on a trip after 13 hectic months. I just learned how incredible weak shape I can go and still function. I am freak, truly.
Then, it was time to drive to Monaco. The drive would take nine hours, but I didn't mind. I could do it with no trouble at all. I made myself some coffee and rolls and several casseroles full of pasta to take with me so I wouldn't have to go out to cook right away.
I could sit. I had gotten myself slightly better, and even Mimosa could lift her head and sigh. Mirella wasn't showing any signs of waking up yet. The car was warmed up, and I put some clothes on. I had just changed into clean bandages before leaving for the trip.
I got in the car and put my lunch on the other front seat, after I had loaded the boxes of pasta on the back seat and others. I locked the door to the house in Paris, got in my car, and drove off. I didn't know that the men were still doing their thing, and I couldn't help wondering why Mimosa had been awake for a moment earlier and then smiled or something when she had gone back to sleep.
Men were ready. The drive to the airport was quick, and the fully packed cars were quickly driven into the plane's hold. During the flight, the men were silent. Each of them wondered what to do, what condition Mimi would be in, and what to do first.
Samuel knew that this would also be quite a balancing act between the two as far as taking care of Mimi was concerned. Adam was now Mimi's mate and might not be content just to stand by and watch Damon act. Then again, Damon, well, he was jealous as hell and might very well be protective and defensive of Mimi. This was going to be interesting. Samuel hoped the lady didn't have a severe infection because he didn't know how long anyone could keep lifting Mimi off the floor.
When the plane landed in Monaco, the men quickly got out and packed into cars, Samuel driving his own as Adam and Damon entered the other vehicle.
The men arrived at the house, and no one was still there. The house was gorgeous, and Damon knew this house had not been cheap and, however fucking rich Mimi was.
Its pure whiteness was only accentuated by the pink trim, and Damon knew that the view would be spectacular in this house. Adam had taken the house under his own name, not Bran's. Adam had called the security company recently, explained the situation, and there had been some familiar faces there, so he had gotten the codes and keys to the house.
Adam felt irritated with Bran. He had clarified to Bran that they were no longer under Marrok's control. Bran wasn't really listening. Bran was about to push his power over Adam again, trying to pull the pack back under him, reminding him of all the benefits of being under the Marrok.
Once they got the doors open and after a quick tour of the house, the first floor was where the medbay would be put. Damon found the large hall he'd chosen for the medbay. There were no large full-wall windows, just the usual ones, but it had a decent door and plenty of space, and he was already measuring which section to isolate as the operating room.
Then the men started unloading cars, carrying things in, and putting everything in order as best they could before Mimi came. Samuel had been a bit miffed that the incubator hadn't fit in the car, as it would be needed, but Damon didn't see it as a necessity yet.
Samuel knew Damon was planning to give Mimi a dental treatment, probably to keep her warm while he was lying on top of her. But he would eventually get an incubator here, which would be easier.
They started putting the medbay in order and other things that Mimi had apparently ordered there. They had temporary movable walls, and Damon took a drill and screwed those walls in place, isolating part of it as an operating room, putting in his own air conditioner, and keeping it sterile as best he could.
He put in a special air purifier and then released a disinfectant gas, an ozone-like gas, into the room when it was completely sealed. That would work quickly, and the air conditioner would take care of the room so that it was ready for use after five hours. As said, he took care of the sanitation when it came to the medical field.
Adam and Samuel were mostly unloading Mimi's orders, beds, and couches, Damon said and showed him a few places to put them. He sensed Mimi was driving towards Monaco after a few hours had passed, so Mimi was now in range, and Damon sensed how incredibly out of shape she really was. She was as end as she could possibly be. He kept his expression under control.
He said, "Miss is on her way, probably an hour or two, so then we'll be ready."
The men woke up, and Adam could see straight from Damon's expression that Mimi would be in a terrible way and everyone should just get ready and then be totally calm but act quickly and get the lady under control. Damon would probably be the main one. He would get her under control most efficiently, not letting her decide here.
They had only been at the house for five hours when they saw Mimi drive into the yard. They had moved their car into the garage, so Mimi didn't even see them. Damon knew that Mimi rarely drove her car into the garage, and when it required getting out of the vehicle, that lady was exhausted and drained, and she probably didn't have a shred of extra strength.
It was around nine o'clock in the evening. Damon knew Mimi had probably driven all the way from Paris for nine hours straight. She would be an easy victim. They had most of their stuff brought inside, but there were no cupboards or shelves there yet, so things were on the floor in bags.
Damon already had the anesthetic ready to be drawn into the syringe. He would have anesthetized Mimi as soon as possible or checked to ensure it was safe. If only they could deal with this quickly and efficiently without a volley of objections or I'm okay sentence.
His cocktail was strong, and he would observe what Mimi could take. Adam had also found a couple of handy things; one was an electric blanket. They had a couple of beds set up in the med bay with these little tables on wheels where Damon had then stored some things, instruments, supplies, and some drugs.
Damon had six bags full of various drugs and dental products and collectors ready in case his teeth went all wild. Adam and Samuel were actually putting the shelves in place. They would start filling them as soon as they were installed correctly. More had been ordered, as this was an enormous space.
All the men were ready. All the men were wearing their scrubs, and they were prepared. The atmosphere was one of anticipation when they heard the banging of the car door. They went to meet her.