Damon carefully lowered Mimi onto the soft bed, feeling the weight of her frail body, barely 30 kilos. The room was filled with a sense of urgency as he swiftly and gently undressed her, driven by the desperate need to provide her with comfort. As he removed her clothes, he couldn't help but notice the extent of her injuries. The sight of many bruises and several broken bones made his heart ache. The bandages she had applied after her shower were thin and now stained with blood, a somber reminder of her pain. Damon covered her momentarily, giving her a moment of warmth.
With a purposeful stride, Damon made his way to the sink, the sound of rushing water filling the room as he washed his hands meticulously. His focus on Mimi's well-being was unwavering. He grabbed a package of latex gloves from the moving table, the familiar crinkle of the packaging echoing in the room.
As he glanced at the bandages Mimi had set aside, he realized they were insufficient for her wounds. Determined to provide the best care possible, Damon left the room to fetch a different type of dressing. He was meticulous with wound care, and he wanted nothing but the best for Mimi.
He also picked up a tank of bump. He had noticed that it also soothed the wounds and prevented the bandages from sticking to the wound. He then took a stool on wheels, its metal legs screeching slightly as he moved it closer. Carefully, he placed two pairs of latex gloves in his hands—the sound of the gloves snapping on echoed in the room. With gentle precision, he removed the bloody bandages from Mimi's wounds, revealing the raw, red flesh beneath. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, mingling with the antiseptic smell of the medbay.
He changed the gloves several times, the sound of the gloves being pulled off and discarded, punctuating the silence. He meticulously cleaned his hands each time, trying to be as thorough and sterile as possible. There were several wounds, probably at least ten, and as Damon felt Mimi's broken skin, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. He could feel Mimi's pain, a palpable energy that radiated from her body. It was as if the pain seeped through the velvet that ran in her veins.
Mimi was truly suffering, her pain so intense that even the velvet couldn't shield her from it. Damon knew the velvet had provided some relief, but it wasn't enough. Determined, Damon walked over to the medbay, the wheels of the stool squeaking softly beneath him.
Sensing the urgency, Adam asked, "What's the situation?"
Damon replied, his voice tinged with frustration, "Mimi is still in agony, even though I administered a ferocious dose of black velvet. My teeth are producing more medicine, but this is a living skeleton, full of metal. She has deep fucking wounds and feels as cold as ice. I don't know if this is sepsis or something else."
Damon took a brief pause, his eyes blazing with fury as he continued, revealing the truth about Mimi's torment. "That fucking demon lied to us. Mimi had to fight every day for 18 hours, with only five hours of respite. They tortured her relentlessly, allowing her just one hour of rest. It's unbelievable that this creature treated us for 18 days and manufactured all those dental substances for us. You wouldn't believe the horrors Mimosa showed me, the atrocities they inflicted on Mimi. Wulfe's brother, Horatio, Nick, Elias, the original family, and Spike and Drusilla were all complicit, watching and enjoying."
He glanced over at Mimi, his gaze filled with concern. During their conversation, Damon heard a loud crash as the dish hit the wall. Adam cursed, his anger boiling over. He had taken one of the steel dishes and slammed it into the wall in a fit of rage.
Adam said through gritted teeth, "Fine, I'll make sure the fleas know what Mimi endured. Let them find this Horatio and give the originals a taste of their own medicine. The same goes for Spike and Drusilla, too. You focus on taking care of her, miss. I'll do what I can."
Damon nodded, understanding the urgency and the need for revenge that fueled Adam's actions. However, Mimi was his priority now, and he would do whatever it took to care for her. He sensed Bran had reassigned Samuel to other tasks, not even bothering to inform him about this situation. After a moment, Damon pressed his teeth back into Mimi's neck. He carefully poured another medicine into her, feeling her sink deeper into unconsciousness, finally free from pain.
As he examined her, Damon couldn't identify any recognizable internal organs, suggesting that she was severely injured internally. She was undoubtedly worn out and broken, and her healing would take time. With renewed determination, he cleaned her wounds more aggressively, knowing she was now painless and could endure the process.
Now and then, he would bite more velvet into Mimi and continue cleaning, rinsing, and dressing. After six hours, each wound was dressed and carefully gone over. Mimi was asleep. Damon quickly went to the computer and discovered that Mimi had taken a blood test on herself. He noticed dozens of different metals in her blood and knew that normal bonding agents were not as effective as his teeth. He took the collectors and let the substances drain out.
Then he put Mimi in the scanner and looked at the results, shocked; bits of the implant were here and there. There were several pieces of organs. The replication enzyme had been on somewhere in between, and now the cavity of Mimi's body was full of mass that would have to be removed.
Damon thought about the best course of action. He could operate himself, but Mimi was really worn out from the blood test results, and without surgery, he couldn't get her better. Mimi would have to get her organs from him. He could donate his own and grow new ones, but since he couldn't get them from her himself. So he needed help. Samuel was gone, but Colin.
Damon called Colin and told him about the situation. He was pretty damn upset and cursing. He'd actually been in America the whole time. If she'd just called, he'd have taken care of the men and her in the process. But he was now free and promised to take his leprechaun substances with him. Colin said he was in Chicago and would be at the house in half an hour.
Damon made Adam take Mimi back to the pack, and Mimi was his mate again. And Adam's, too, but that wasn't the biggest problem. The biggest problem was getting the lady fixed up. When Colin arrived, they started the surgery after Damon had shown the scan results first.
They had their work cut out for them. Colin cursed. He put several types of leprechaun stuff in Mimi's mouth, a few drops at a time, and casually told Damon about the straps. Mimi's straps had taken a hit, and she originally had fewer than a hundred straps. Colin's stuff strengthened the straps and gave them a little more so that Mimi could endure the long and difficult operation.
The operation and cleanup took 24 hours. The implants even struck electricity in a way that Damon could feel, and they acted quickly when they removed everything. They drained Mimi's body cavity with Damon's blood and put new organs in Mimi that Damon donated. Damon packed between the organs with a centrifuged bump, and then they exchanged Mimi's blood, draining almost all of it. Damon had donated his own, which Mimi then received as well.
Mimi was then put to bed, covered up, and now it was her turn to have the metals bound and the food and antibiotics dripped. Now we just had to hope that Mimi's infection wouldn't come back, that she would recover, and now rest was the most important thing. After two days, a few metals were left in Mimi's system.
The infection was smoldering, waiting to take hold. Damon didn't leave Medbay. He didn't go anywhere. He sat by Mimi's bedside, watching, keeping her asleep, pain-free, waiting for her to get her strength back. Slowly, instinct kicked in again, and Damon wondered, thought, and tried to take a clinical stance to see if there was any harm.
Now, it would be time to wait again. Colin went into the kitchen from the basement floor after Adam had come over and told him the whole thing. Adam cursed and swore the demons' heads would go. But he had work to do for now. The fleas demanded to be controlled, and so did Bran, trying to distract Adam from his own work. Adam didn't think so much of Bran as a pack leader anymore. Colin slept in one room and ate. He knew this was the hardest part of the wait, and he stayed to see if he was needed.
At night, Damon left the medbay and went upstairs to build a nest in their bedroom. He made a good nest. The nesting pheromone slowly spread through the house; Colin smelled it and knew what would happen; he saw nothing wrong with it yet. He called Adam and told him that Salvatore was going to go nesting with Mimi. Adam understood and gave his permission or told Colin not to interfere, and Colin could leave.
Damon carried the sleeping Mimi to the nest and took care of her there. He purred to Mimi almost the whole time, keeping her asleep. He let his nesting instinct kick in. He was now tending to his female mate, his own, and keeping her safe. His telepathy tried to search the whole fight club experience, but Mimi had hidden this. He had put Mimosa to rest back on Mimi's mind, now he just wanted to be in a warm nest, safe and hold Mimi in his arms, sheltered, to himself.
But after a couple of weeks, he had an idea. Mimi was still very thin, cold, and in need of food. He didn't want her to have any cannula or even a feeding button, and the next instinct developed inside her. He developed a whole new kind of purr. One that would wake her up, put her in a more alert mood, and let him feed her.
Colin and he had carefully removed the feeding glands, so there was no need to worry about that now, and Mimi's mouth had already healed. Mimi was cold and tired, but he could get her pretty much up to speed. He could see for himself how this new purr was even affecting him.
I woke up in our bedroom in Chicago. I was warm and safe, and Damon was next to me, purring. I was in the nest. But beyond the normal sleepiness and the immense sense of security that nesting brings me, I found that my body was reacting rather peculiarly.
First, Damon's purring was different. His purring was now moister, intermittent, and had quite an interesting effect on my pussy. I was wet. My pussy was throbbing in much the same way as if he was playing eternal flame. I was quite confused. I was on my back, and Damon was beside me.
The room was dim; the curtains were drawn tightly in front of the windows and were dark, thick velvet curtains. I saw Damon smiling at me when he noticed I was awake. I was still pretty damn tired or powerless, skinny even.
He stroked me and caressed me and noticed when I spread my legs. He climbed on top of me and started kissing me. His hot, heavy body pressed tightly against me, trapping me against the bed so I couldn't get away.
I felt him moving his hips as his enormous cock found its way unerringly between my pussy lips, penetrating the depths of my cunt so deep I didn't think it was possible. My pussy felt splitting, and a fierce moan escaped my lips, but Damon glued his own lips to mine, kissing me, and I was helpless. My pussy had no choice but to succumb to the assaults of Damon's cock. Damon stopped kissing me. My breathing was already heavy as I felt some pretty delicious sensations inside me.
He looked me in the eye and said, " How did you like my fucking purr?"
I smiled and said, my voice already a little breathless, " It seems to work, but why?"
Damon looked at me and said, "Because I need to fill you up, missy. You're still pretty fucking skinny. "
His breathing quickened as well. Arousal shone in his eyes, and we surrendered to our lust. Fine. We were pretty horny, and yes, he filled me up pretty soon. Now, it wasn't until the second time that I exploded as he released his wonderfully rich cream deep inside me.
We were together the whole time. Damon wasn't going anywhere inside me. I was quite tired at first, and as tremendous orgasm after tremendous orgasm swept me away, I was almost half asleep and felt him filling me, stroking his cream on my body, feeling how he had filled me.
He made me drink himself slowly and naughtily and again I got more filling. He controlled my vampire side, not letting it come on at all now, and I believed he was irritated that I had compelled him, even if only for a moment. We had several weeks of fulfillment therapy or fucking in the nest, just how I wanted to put it again. Then I fell asleep, as he velveted me.
Our bed was as before when I woke up, and Damon was gone. The phone and wallet told their own story. There was no sign of the nest, of our passion. I looked at my phone. It had been two months since Damon had put me to sleep in Medbay. Well, we'd had a pretty good sex holiday, that's all.