I was doing gigs for a little over two weeks, mostly in New Mexico, and I was involved in the gigs all the way. We did very well, and I was actually thrilled with what I had done. I was back in work mode. No time to be sex beast or house cat. Only the leader. I had bought a house in New Mexico before, and Adam's people had put its security system together. These were pack houses even though I had bought them. I didn't mind. I had a few places I liked to keep for myself, like my house in Sicily or Monaco's wonderful mansion. I didn't want any fuck fest to let men have in those houses.
After Adam had talked to Dresden and Constantine, they also recommended magical protection, and Adam paid a lot of money to the wizards to get the job done. I was just about to leave when Dresden called. He was coming to look at some of the very security things Adam was demanding in the house, such as stones in the doorway, to weaken the enemies.
I was reeling in my mind all the things related to work and also to myself. Who or what I was. What roles I had and what was true for me. Who I was really, in my core. I had sort of existential crisis more or less as my job, well my role as leader made me do hard decisions, then world saving gig, my dark side, those feelings, instincts they were all new to me and i just had not have enough time to go through everything.
I hadn't really thought about where I was going. I just knew that this was my life now, to dedicate myself to my organization, and there was nothing wrong with that, per se. There was few people to talk about this stuff and I had my role as leader, as inspiration and that was position where you can't have crisis of what you are.
I could have been with the men, but the pack visit threw us into the middle of nowhere. I thought I'd stay a few more days when Dresden promised to come tomorrow and the day after. It would take him a couple of days, as the spell needed fixing twice.
I made myself some dinner, and in the early evening, I felt the first cramp in my lower abdomen. It had been swollen and uncomfortable the whole couple of weeks I'd been on the move, and now the undulating pains had me holding my stomach and waiting for the pain to subside.
I cursed to myself as I leaned against the wall. I had just finished my fish soup, but now I couldn't do anything but rush to the toilet. Then, the bleeding started. Large clots the size of my palm were dripping into the toilet bowl, and I wailed loudly as I tried to push it all out. Pain pretty much tore through me more or less. I grabbed a towel then, stuffed it between my legs, and went to bed. It wasn't the best bed, and I took more stuff under me as I went to bed with the phone. I could feel flood gushing out and lot of it.
I called Samuel," It's Mimi; I had that alpha heat about a little over two weeks ago with the alpha thing. Bran put it on, but it didn't last two days while Bran drugged me and kept me as his sex toy. Now I'm in New Mexico; I have terrible cramps, greenish, stinky discharge, and blood clots the size of my palm. i am flooding all the time something."
Samuel said," If I go by those symptoms, that it's a uterine infection, but since the discharge is coming out, there's nothing to worry about. There's a green cabinet in Medbay; it's not locked, and those red capsules are painkillers made by Damon that you can take if you feel like it. I'm in a hurry now. There's a terrible bug going around, and Colin is just as busy. If you can get hold of Damon, tell him, but for now, you can't help but hang on. That stuff is coming out; it smells, and it hurts, but it will pass. "
I heard in his voice that Samuel was in a hurry. He had barely time to listen to me even.
I said, " Yeah, Damon left. Apparently, he left his wallet and phone when the phone didn't answer."
He said, " Call me again if the symptoms don't go away in two weeks, or if you get a terrible fever, bleed a lot, or if the bleeding stops but the pain doesn't go away. Then you'll probably have to have a surgical drain."
I said, "OK', I'll just bear with it then."
Samuel said nothing as he hung up the phone. I somehow suspect that this was not uterine infection, but I had no other choice than try to suffer. With my metabolism, this shape, two weeks would drain my fitness. Fuck.
A wonderful two weeks. Really! I lay in bed for a couple of hours, and then the fever rose, and I had to get moving before it got too high. Got to the medbay and found it was already set. Fever was not thing for me to have, whipping my metabolism too high. I did not contact any of my own medical personnel as I was such a freak that they would have no chance of caring for me.
Apparently, somewhere in between, Samuel goes to put these in place. I took the capsules and still had to get a drink from the kitchen and always took two capsules. It kept the fever away, but I got sweaty, and then I had to take a shower. Flooding continued, feeling of sickness as well.
The pain or fever medicine, whatever, helped enough that I could eat and take a shower to rinse off the secretions that kept running down my nether regions. The blood clots were still coming, same with the greenish discharge, but luckily, the feeling of pressure in my flanks and stomach went away.
I felt very hollow somehow. Some of the stuff was like tissue, and I had to collect it from the floor of the shower and flush it down the toilet. I hadn't actually read much about uterine infections, so I knew nothing about what was normal and what wasn't. Something about this was not just right, not at all.
I sent Damon a few messages, but the phone kept hanging up on him. My fever got pretty high because I was shaking like a leaf and didn't want to get out of the covers. I ate what I liked, and it wasn't much, but now I didn't think about it. I felt worse, if possible. The drugs seemed to wear off faster, and they worked less on the fever, and I really wondered if I should call Samuel again, anyway. It had been a few days, and Dresden had texted me he was coming a few days later.
My situation got worse, and I knew that I might have gotten resistance to those capsules or then whatever this had been had gotten worse.I knew that hopefully I would get better in some point.
I heard Dresden doing something at the door a couple of days later. I thought I'd say hello and ask him if he had any idea what was normal in a werewolf uterus infection. Once I got most of the stuff out again. I hadn't showered since I couldn't stand my legs so well.
I gathered the blankets around me and went to have a look. I was now staying in the downstairs bedroom because I was so shaky on my feet that I didn't want to risk the stairs. Falling down from there and hurting myself would not be wise. Even if there was a lift, it was easier to be on the ground floor, near the kitchen. I had no idea how much I had lost weight already, this had been almost a week now.
Dresden was dressed in his leather jacket again, his hair was longer now than I had last seen it, Dresden was a cross between Michael Shanks and Paul Blackthorne. He was perhaps a little more true, and obviously, the hard experiences had left their mark on his face. He was a wizard, so he would stay young, or at least look young, for a long time.
His sorcery was revealed when you looked into his violet eyes. They were now dark in the dim light, but I had seen Dresden cast spells, and they glowed violet. Dresden turned around when he heard me.
" These stones are now such that if some of them have bad intentions, then..... are you alright?"
Dresden asked when he saw me. He had pretty strong stubble and dark circles under his eyes, so he had been busy, too.
I replied in a weak, feverish voice. " Yeah, well, I'm not. Samuel says it's just a uterine infection, and I need to watch for a couple of weeks, and if it doesn't get better, then ask Samuel again. This has been a week on now. Can you tell if this is a normal uterine infection? I mean, do you have any experience with wolf uterine infections? Though I am freak so everything I do is always exaggerated. "
Dresden was silent for a moment and said, " I have something, but what about Damon? He's a doctor, too."
I said a little sarcastically, "Left phone and wallet and disappeared. The phone has stayed off, and I have tried to text, but no. So it's like I've got some tissue coming out of me, long pieces of something. I had an alpha female lust, and Bran used me as a sex toy when he got himself aroused by the smell of my lust. But it didn't last long, that if it triggered this infection, if it got all knotted up..."
Dresden said, "Now go to bed, and I'll see if I can give you a couple of symptom-relieving potions. You've certainly got a fever. I'll look you over. I've seen uterine infections before, and they weren't quite like this. Can you get yourself to bed? "
I nodded and slowly staggered towards the bed. Dresden came to support me. He helped me into bed.
He said, " You're going to burn up. This fever is closer to 50 degrees Celsius. But I have some supplies in the car, so I can make you a couple of potions. You are in skinny condition again."
I said, " Thank you."
And Dresden smiled. It was rare to see him smile, and I said, " You should smile a little more."
Dresden said, " There's not always a reason to smile. Wait a minute, would you mind if I quickly felt you out?"
I nodded and decided I was being brave. I rolled away from my blankets and lay shivering. I was wearing clothes, and the smell was not pleasant, but it was as if Dresden hadn't even noticed. He felt my chest for a pulse. My heart was pounding like it was the last day.
His hands were tender but not as experienced as Damon's were. He pressed and felt, and when he got to the lower abdomen, he rested his hand for a moment as if to think. I felt a slight tingling and realized it was his will which he was sent to sort of probe my insides.
He thought for a moment and nodded. "You don't have a uterus infection. This is some kind of abortion. Someone impregnated you, and it can't be done because you're not supposed to reproduce yet. This is a reaction to that,"
I said, "So Bran got me pregnant, and now this is some kind of super abortion; he flooded my insides. "
Dresden nodded and said reassuringly, "Fine. I'll curse your uterus and ovaries as soon as you grow new ones, because now everything will disappear inside you. You will then be sterile until you grow a new uterus and ovaries. Your other organs will still be intact. I also recommend sterility for the men in your pack, just in case. I make a couple of potions that really help with that fever and pain. But now you are susceptible to germs, always if this happens. Now, I don't sense an infection in you, and we'll see if it doesn't come. I'll get you into another bed, a clean one, a clean bed. Your fever is just the reaction of this abortion; there are all kinds of molecules released, and it makes your body try to purge itself. "
He picked me up in his arms and carried me into the other room. Then he did some kind of spell which cleaned me.
He said, "Now I took most of it out with the spell. There should be no more leaks. Now rest. I'll bring you a drink soon. I guarantee they won't taste good! "
He got up and went to do whatever it was he was doing.
I wrapped myself in a blanket. I felt lonely. Somehow, I felt that if something like this happened to me, I would want to experience it in Damon's arms. Not alone. Or Adam. But no. I really don't want a child. But the pain, the fever, the smell, it was just awful. I texted Adam, and after a while, the phone said the number was not in service. Oh well, not by force. Let's be on our own, then.
My mind couldn't even bear to think about what would have happened if this abortion hadn't happened. When would I have found out I was pregnant with Bran? What would have become of it? And did Bran know? Did the male sense if the female was conceiving? I pondered my thoughts and shook with fever. Then, somewhere in between, I heard footsteps approaching.
Dresden came back with a bottle of something bright green and a very vague smell.
He said, " This will help. It doesn't taste good, but the medicine never does."
He helped me sit down, and I caught a glimpse of his other side. Constantine had told me once when he was drunk when I came back from a gig, and he had tried to hit me that Dresden had had a child, but it died in some big wizard war as Dresden had been on the Fae payroll at the time and there had been an enormous war, Dresden's daughter. The 8-year-old had then died in those skirmishes when the fairy godmother of Dresden had killed her.
I saw a glimpse of the father that Dresden must have been in his day as he watched me drink every drop. He gave me the most awful-tasting potion in the world, which put me to sleep in 10 minutes.
I was just about to fall asleep when Dresden said, " When you wake up, this should be over. Now rest."
He stroked my forehead and stayed by my side until I fell asleep, when I woke up with no pain, no fever. Interesting. I had been asleep for a week.