I then decided to go to the hospital when one place called and asked for me. The hospital was in Chicago, so I went there to be a trauma surgeon.
Again I was on call quite often, working overtime, and I always ate in the cafeteria whatever was available. I had provided the list that Damon had made of my food or what was suitable for me, so I always had the perfect food.
After I had been in hospital for three weeks, I got a message that our wedding was in a week. Oh fine, that's fine. I left the hospital work then and concentrated on gaining a little weight for a week.
I was only 36 kilos, as the hospital portions were not very big and I only ate once or twice a day. Yeah, well, I'd have a week to get myself in shape.
I was on my first day off and getting in shape when my three future husbands decided to come and see me, and I wasn't prepared at all, so I hadn't disguised my very slim appearance in properly covered clothes. When Damon walked in, I was baking a bun and had just taken a large batch of butter eye buns out of the oven.
Damon looked me over very sharply, and so did Adam and Charles.
Damon said to the men, " Here's the result when the lady goes to the hospital by herself to work. When I left her to sleep, she was 56 kilos. Now 36 kilos. Pretty well dropped 20 kilos in three weeks. I wonder if she's eaten anything or lived on nothing but air again."
Damon's voice was pretty damn sharp and his expression even sharper. I handed him a freshly baked hot bun.
He took a bite, devoured it, and said, " Nice bribe, Mimi, but it won't work. You'll get intensive care then, and this is not optional; this is mandatory, but you decide your level of consciousness. If you object, then you will sleep for another week, but if you are a good girl, then you will be awake. "
Damon took my hand and said, "Come on, I'll show you the latest application to get you in shape."
He took me to the medbay, where there were jelly tanks. He saw the look on my face and said, " These are the nutritional gels developed by Samuel's team, especially for you. Look, taste, smell. This is what you will now get under your skin and in your stomach. Nothing but nutrition and calories. These tanks here are even more effective because they have my blood in them, and work every time. "
I was still skeptical, but I tasted the jelly, and I didn't notice any medicine in it. I sniffed it, and the same thing.
Damon said, "First you go on your stomach, and I'll start on your back. I'll give you time to adjust and realize this is nothing more than nourishment. If you still can't tolerate it, then I'll put you down and jelly you up for a week."
I went down on my stomach naked.
I felt him start from my upper back, still going down, and I felt the jelly under my skin, and it did nothing. He stroked the jelly into place, and at some point, I noticed that Adam and Charles had come like ghosts too. I turned around and let him jelly my front, then the naughty one jellied my limbs so that they became very heavy and it was difficult to move.
He looked at me for a moment and said, "I didn't promise you, darling, that you would get lots of exercise. We are going to store up food and energy for you and save you at the same time. Now be a lap cat again."
Every day was a jelly day, chatting to the men and whoever's lap I happened to be in now. Damon was away a lot with someone else who wasn't with me, and I told Charles I thought it would be great to do or start my own animal hospital.
I dreamed about it in Charles' arms quite a lot, and Charles said, "Mimi, you have your secure bank accounts where Damon can never go. I've invested quite a lot of your money, and don't tell Damon about any of this yet. He seems to attract fortune seekers. That last wife of his tried to drain several of your accounts with Damon's help. I stopped it. But honey, did you know you own quite a few casinos in Las Vegas? They're an excellent investment, and I've bought a lot of casinos now. There are hotels and stuff. I've got quite a lot invested, but we're going to get a veterinary hospital done. I'll start organizing that right away. You've already told me everything you want, honey; your wish is my command."
I was amazed. I knew I had money, but I had casinos and hotels. Wow, and an animal hospital. I kept planning, and Charles seemed to be on his phone constantly. Sometimes, I was lying on the sofa, and Charles was on his laptop.
I was really rested for that week, but at least I got to talk and plan our animal hospital. Damon was jelling every single day, and I didn't bother to say anything back because I didn't want to sleep now. Then came our wedding day.
Again, I didn't know what kind of dress to wear, but I did know that our wedding would be at the Kansas Castle and it would be a three-day affair. Damon stayed the day before to be with me while Adam and Charles went to get the place ready.
Damon said, "I'll give you a jelly in the morning, but I'm not going to jelly your limbs now. You're still only 42 kilos, so it's good to get some more nutrition in you, or maybe you want a blood test?"
I said, "Fine, jelly, but aren't Adam and Charles in charge of my health now?"
Damon glared at me and said, " Really, darling, do you think I'd let them hold that responsibility any longer than I have to?"
When I told him about my animal hospital, Damon looked at me and laughed, and then he said, " It's so sweet that you two have your own minor project so Charles can have something to do. Just remember, darling, you are Mimi Salvatore first, and it will be Mimi Salvatore's clinic. Then, the minor project will be fun. You'll have your own toy to play with now."
I didn't have time to answer, and I thought, "You'll see, and it won't necessarily take that long, you damn fool."
At five in the morning, Damon came into my room and said, "I see you're not sleeping again, well it doesn't matter now, come on, and we'll get you gelled up, and then we'll get on the plane, we'll fly to Kansas and you can put your dress on there. "
We went to the smaller medbay again, and Mimosa had already left with the men beforehand. I got on my stomach and let the jelly go ahead. The jelly felt thicker than normal again, and Damon said, "It's just a special jelly. Here's my blood in it. It's all right darling, you must be good."
My entire backside was gelled from neck to lower back, and my arse had its own layer. Then he helped me onto my back and started right in my belly.
He said, "I'll fill your bowels up, too, so you're not in such a hurry to eat. Just take your time."
He opened my stomach, slipped a tube into my small intestine, and opened the tap.
Only when I felt the jelly in my large intestine, and my stomach cavity was already quite full, I realized there was more to the jelly than just blood. I was quite flanked as my heat had caused the jelly in my back to be absorbed, and it was also being absorbed relentlessly from my abdominal cavity and intestines.
I tried to fight back, and Damon just stroked me and said, " Shh, darling, you can't help it now, you see. More jelly keeps flowing into your gut when you're hungry, and your abdominal cavity is still going. I've already coated your rib cage and most of the base of your skin. Easy now, darling. I'll be done soon, and then I'll tell you a few things to keep in mind for the next few days."
Damon's voice was steely, and the passionfruit really stank in the air when he noticed how sedated I was already. He had won me over again and had me under his power.
After he had poured a million kilos of jelly inside me so that I was completely sedated and unopposed, he helped me sit up and put some clothes on me. We went to the car and from there a short drive to the plane. The flight would take a little over an hour, and the ceremony wouldn't start until noon. It was eight o'clock when the plane landed.
We had an hour's drive to the castle. The effect of the jelly didn't go anywhere, although this is not the same jelly as the wet dog's; I don't know why this darling guy uses this purple jelly so often, but I really don't.
We were in the car, and Damon helped me into the front seat and put my seatbelt on. He said as we started to drive, "Have you ever seen a vampire die from a hybrid? Well, a hybrid doesn't die; it becomes a werewolf again, but it's painful and often or almost always messes with your head. They don't become the same as they were before."
He looked at me. All I could do was blink slowly.
He continued. " I have holy water in my pocket in little syringes; the contents of one will most certainly kill the vampire side of Adam or Charles, and I will do it without hesitation, believe me. They won't die but can, and they'll be completely broken, and I don't think you want that to happen. No hint to either of them that anything is wrong because nothing is wrong. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
Damon looked at me sharply and said, " Oh, Mimi, nothing would give me greater pleasure than to rip Charles out of your life, but I am a man of honor, and if you don't give me a reason, I can allow him to be part of this pack. But darling, please give me a reason...Charles is the first victim, and then, if you don't believe me, then Adam. And then Nick. I'll leave Nick for last because I know those two mean a lot to you, and I'm being generous. I'll let you marry them."
I was quiet and kind. This was going to be another balance of horrors wedding because knowing Damon and what he was prepared to do to not end up with Charles, I knew now I had to be really believable and perfectly behaved because this boy was just waiting for one little slip-up. He had already given the warning, and it would be time for action.
The rest of the drive was in silence. I tried to get the medicine out, but he had so relentlessly stuffed it into me that it didn't seem to be going anywhere. When we got there, Damon looked at me long and hard and still showed me the syringes. He dropped one drop on my hand and hissed in pain as it burned.
We went in through the side door and straight upstairs, where one of the bedrooms was obviously dressing then, but we still had time. He laid me on my stomach on the bed and gelled my back again. Oh, so funny, and my front too, with the same sedative gelling.
I wondered if I even needed flanks all day. When it was 10:30, he made me take a shower. Yes, I did get myself washed, even though I was completely sedated, as I was being guided the whole time. Then it was drying and hair. Dark red, long, and with big curls. He sat me down in front of the styling table and happily started drying my hair.
I washed my hair with passionfruit-scented washing liquid and shampoo. These, too, had to be very carefully chosen for me these days, and only one brand worked for me. Apparently, my body starts to reject easily anything artificial and unnecessary, like additives.
Then he bit me with different make-up before he found just the right one. After that, it was the dress's turn. We were black and red. The top of the dress was black lace, and the bottom was blood-red satin. I got a tiara in my hair and a veil, blood red. Of course, Damon again put on all the jewelry he had given me.
And high-heeled shoes, of course. Then he left me sitting there still completely drugged and said, "Samuel will come and get you when it's time. Just wait there and be a good girl; you won't get rid of that drug. That medicine I gave you in your abdominal cavity is a concentrate and will keep you under control."
Without a doubt, it will. I sat on the bed and got ready. I hoped this would be my last wedding, or at least a wedding like this. I loved Damon; I did and was trying to make it last the next three days. What would happen on our honeymoon? I didn't know.