It had been quite a while, and since no contact had come, Damon had called Samuel and asked to come and see Mimi, since he knew she would need his expertise to get better. The room was well lit, with a faint scent of antiseptic lingering in the air as Samuel had sat on the medbay and listened as Damon had explained to Samuel that he had built those machines by himself.
The sound of a steady beeping filled the room, indicating that Mimi's condition was being closely monitored. Damon had now done some dental substances to help her recover. Samuel could hear the determination in Damon's voice as he explained he would graciously help them with the difficult patient that Mimi would be.
Samuel, though reluctantly, agreed, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. When Bran and Damon arrived at the castle, Damon had another sportbag with him.
Samuel could not help but ask Damon, "There is no one in that bag this time, right?"
Damon, his cheek twitching, remained silent. As they entered the living room of the castle, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled their senses. Magnum had arranged a spread of food on the table, all baked by Mimi herself.
Magnum said, "Here is food and coffee, all these are baked by Mimi before her own husband who she had missed and hoped that someday he would want to build a home with her, gave her lesson because she had a male friend who helped her and watched over her when her husband decided fucking strangers were more important than help his wife who had been poisoned."
Magnum kept his voice level, but he saw Damon flinching ever so slightly by his statement.
Damon spoke, his voice tinged with exhaustion, "I'm going to shower and eat first, and then I'm going to see what to do about Mimi. I think she's a pretty tricky patient."
Colin, amused by Damon's statement, observed the room, taking in the delicate fragility of Mimi's condition. They had not shared with him the moments when Mimi had been awake, the sound of her soft voice filling the room, or the way she would find solace in Charles' arms. Samuel's lesson for his father was about the heat that had damaged Mimi quite severely.
She has been asleep for a week now. Charles had about 10 hours at a time with Mimi, then a break, and again. Mimi had been drinking and eating on and off, but only in Charles's lap. Not much yet, but some, little treats so her digestive system would be active. Damon went upstairs to freshen up, and Samuel was amused because Mimi had fallen asleep just before they arrived and wouldn't wake up for hours no matter what Colin did; as long as Charles was there, Mimi would sleep without any medicine. Mimi was sleeping off her medication, and when Samuel started to measure her levels, they found that they had started to go down a week ago. Mimi was sleeping off them.
Damon came downstairs. There was something strange about this now. All three men were so damn smug, as if they had some juicy secret that Damon wasn't aware of. He had been waiting. He'd done Mimi such terrible damage, and with a medical panic and rage on top of it, they should have been in touch by now, but over a month had already passed.
Strange. Damon and Bran had talked when Bran found out that Samuel went straight to Mimi, then Mimi would probably be in the incubator for six months if they didn't do something.
It was a miracle they'd gotten the infections under control, but Damon knew Mimi's bones and muscles wouldn't heal easily. It would take his input. He'd done what he'd done out of love.
He wanted Mimi to understand that he would do anything if someone tried to come between them. The lesson had been hard to do for Damon. But he had done it anyway. He had been clinical, seen Mimi as a subject, and carefully recorded every day, how Mimi's condition got worse and worse. How his serum worked and Mimi pulled through it, but since she was by then so in terrible shape, he had not gotten information on how the serum had metabolized.
He had then after he had delivered Mimi to Charles gone and fucked with strangers again three weeks and a week before he had gone into the house and learned what Bran told him. No contact and Samuel had gone to take care of Mimi. And so had Colin and Magnum. Damon was a little unsure as he had not taken into account these two doctors and it could be that his plan had not worked as he had planned.
They had gotten Mimi somehow down, so she had not been awake so much as he had hoped. A dark shadow fell over his heart. He had done last week dental substance after another as he had smelled Mimi's blood that he had extracted from her, each day, smelled her infection and damage done. He had been the terrible need to sink his fangs into Mimi's neck, but he had poured everything on those collectors.
Damon ate and drank coffee after he had gone into the shower, and then he said, "I'd go see Mimi now. "
Damon prepared to see Mimi as he came downstairs, showered, and ate. He had empty jars and empty collector bags with him in case his teeth reacted to Mimi's problems.
Samuel said, "Mimi will probably sleep for another nine hours at least, but you can do what you can for her. She will not wake up, so you can work what you want."
Samuel was smug. Damon frowned as they went to the medbay.
Charles was lying in bed with his torso bare, and Mimi was completely wrapped up in Charles and sleeping with her cheek to his heart, completely relaxed. Damon felt as if someone had hit him in the heart with a hammer.
Mimi had found another refuge, and Charles, well Charles, agreed to be that refuge. Damon had usually waited until Mimi was fast asleep and then injected her with an injection of sedative. But not Charles. Bran said nothing. He looked at the situation for a moment and walked away.
Samuel approached Damon with a stern expression on his face. "Mimi told me everything," he said, his voice filled with disappointment. "She revealed that Bran...yes, you, Salvatore, are incredibly foolish. Well, Charles will thank you. It appears that his and Mimi's relationship has taken a significant step forward."
The room was heavy with tension as Samuel continued, "And now, Damon, you have no one to blame but yourself. You have driven your own wife into the arms of another man. It is evident that Mimi is now peacefully asleep, oblivious to your actions, thanks to Charles. You can go ahead and do whatever you please. Look at her, soundly sleeping without any medication. This is a subtle hint of what the future holds. Remember, you attract more flies with honey than vinegar. If you truly desire Mimi, seduce her, be present, and install the ceiling lights. But for heaven's sake, do not take her to some forsaken hospital and engage in a shed session."
Damon remained silent, placing the sports bag he was holding on the doorframe. He quietly murmured, "There might be something inside that could be of help."
With that, he exited the castle, climbed into his car, and drove away. Bran followed suit shortly after.
Samuel approached his father, his voice filled with anger, "I am aware of the abuse Mimi suffered at the hands of Damon. She was broken, her body scarred with deep wounds, her reproductive system damaged, possibly infected. When you, all of you, three forcefully took her. I have put every little detail in Mimi's medical records and also I have documented every detail and provided a statement, without disclosing Mimi's identity. However, it is evident that she is once again a victim of your cruel actions. I have included the rack in my report and how you forced a female in heat to take the knot in human forms, resulting in devastating damage and pain, bleeding, and infection. The report has been sent to every pack, leaving no doubt about your involvement. Good luck with your misguided attempts to assist females in heat. No one wants your help after seeing the consequences. The report even contained pictures."
Bran stood in silence, his head lowered for a moment, before turning away and walking off. He had crossed a line once again, and now he had to face the consequences. His reputation as a "heat master" had suffered a severe blow, and no amount of explanation would save him from the damning evidence presented in the written report, complete with vivid images.
Magnum was pleased, and so was Colin. Both of them were very happy about Samuel's lesson to Bran. That heat had been pure torture for Mimi and it was time that Bran's action came to light for others to see, too.
On the other hand, Samuel understood Damon because Samuel was even older than he was. Samuel was only 35 years younger than his father, and twenty years means nothing when age is counted in thousands and hundreds. This would be another lesson for Damon.
Damon imagined he could see all the possibilities, but his view was extremely narrow. He just imagined how things would go, and it was a shock when things went completely differently. Damon did not understand females as well as he thought he did. Mimi was no bimbo who he had fucked and Damon has rarely known normal women in his long life.
Mimi's need for security was the first thing that she needed. Damon did not remember that Adam had been her first security, so she was not so strict when it came to finding safety. And Charles had saved her time after time, never abused her, always just saved, helped.Charles had been her very first glimpse of security, back then when they had tried to rescue her.
It would have been obvious to Damon if he had just thought things through before acting. Samuel was amused since Adam had always had the reputation of being a hothead, and Damon was the true hothead. He acted before thinking, and this was the result. No amount of pre-planning would help if he didn't take every player's account in his plan.
Samuel sighed. He had a lot of free time now because Mimi's situation remained stable, and Charles was for that. Samuel grabbed Damon's sports bag and headed to the other end of the medbay to see what substances he could find. Mimi had almost full straps, but they were fickle, meaning she dropped them as if Charles was too long away from her. She was still very weak and fragile, but mending all the time.
Colin left after a couple of days to continue elsewhere. Samuel would be enough, and he really did have other patients. I started to be awake more and more often as the panic started to subside. I was told I had broken down most of the drugs myself. I had been sleeping and recovering in Charles's arms for a month, so I had been recovering for two months. They told me about Damon's visit and the lesson for Bran. Good thing. I was not amazed when Samuel told me how badly my pussy had been torn even after all those weeks. I did not want to think of heat at all. I was telling Samuel about Damon's little serum, how it had paralyzed me, and, well, Charles was there. He came and wrapped himself around me, keeping me safe, as he protected me very much.
I was sitting pretty well by the 8th week and could eat. Apparently, some dental substance or my own healing ability was starting to put my bones and muscles back together properly. Although Damon had bragged about putting me back together in 2-4 weeks, Samuel and Colin had told me that it had been as big a lie as possible.
None of Damon's substances would have accelerated my recovery, and some had already broken down. Most of those substances had been those that he would have put his teeth in my vein and drained them directly, but he had just drained them into bags and they had been very short-lived, so no use of them. I remembered he had not promised to put me back so soon, so he had lied, not promised.
Magnum and Samuel, as well as Colin and Charles, had been wonderful, and I saw sometimes when I tried to walk, I ended up on the floor. Once again Magnum came and picked me up, helped me on the bed and I could see that his patience was being tested. He tried to tell me that I was not yet ready to walk that I would need someone to support me and I should not try to walk on my own, but I am stubborn and do not listen so well to others always so he picked me off the floor and many times too.
I didn't hate Damon. I just couldn't understand. Will this happen sometime again if he is fed up with Jake and Rob being in my life and my friends? As Magnum explained, sometimes that honey is so damn much better than vinegar—no apology from Damon, no flowers, nothing. I felt him in my head, and he didn't even blur my memories. He did not say a word, nor did Bran.
I needed to get away, to get better, and as lovely as my Kansas castle was, this had been my recovery place, memories of that panic, my weakness, and now I needed to somewhere where there would not be these sorts of memories.
We left for Australia when I could walk, and I was still fucking weak. We didn't do anything else there at first. I mostly sat outside and ate, walked a bit, and looked up at my chickens, or my alpacas. They still didn't let me come near them. When Charles started fixing my bug list and riding horses, he laughed when I told him why the horses wouldn't let me approach. He did promise, though, that someday there must be a horse crazy enough. He took care of alpacas, and llamas too, collecting eggs from under the hens and he loved that. At first time it was a little awkward but soon it was his favorite thing to do.
We'd been at the ranch for a month when I woke up in full heat one morning. I called Adam, and he told me that Damon was upset with me and Charles and didn't want anything to do with me. And that had been Damon, not Damien. He had once again lived with his girlfriends and he had brought them into pack's houses and Adam had driven them away every time. I couldn't help it.
Adam told me he had given feedback several times to Bran and Damon about the whole session and wished me well with Charles. He told me that he was truly sorry about that heat and how Bran had manipulated him into it. He had read my medical files, and he swore that someday he would make it up to me. He couldn't make it himself because the pack's accounts had been hacked, and Bran was fuming. He would have come if that had been anywhere possible, but no.
My heat was a wonderful, peaceful recovery. We made love on the beach and fucked together. Charles is gorgeous in bed. Just as dominant as Damon, and because he is more muscular and taller, he is also an even stronger and tougher opponent. But this was all lovely making love, nothing more to it, and it lasted only three weeks. He was very gentle and taught me again to enjoy being touched and being a woman.
I sent Damon a text after I had recovered, and something happened that I hadn't anticipated but was fine.
" My husband, dear, I am just informing you that I just ran out of heat. So that you know. Charles is a great heat therapist. it was only three weeks, but he taught me I was a woman once again, not a subject to be tortured, I hope you have a good time with your girlfriends and how many years you have been together, maybe you celebrate your anniversary there. Your "wife", if you see me as such, Mimi "
Charles wasn't even in Australia long after my heat. He had a gig list and lots to do, but he and I knew that this experience we had together given us an opportunity for something if we ever wanted to explore it. Fleas had called him and he was more than willing to do good for a while. He knew I needed now some time because my rage had come out and I needed to vent in some way.