Colin had called Samuel and told him about what had happened. Samuel had been busy, and he had given Colin codes for meds and for gates, too. Those were changed from time to time, so they were updated now and then. He had collected his bags and started to drive into the Chicago house. He parked his car and took a deep breath to calm himself down. He could sense energies, it was his leprechaun's ability, and this panic, pain, that lingered still in the yard, left there by Mimi, made him shudder, but he controlled himself and went inside.
When he arrived at the medbay, he quite quickly discovered two things. The first was that Mimi really needed medical attention, and quickly because her straps had been badly damaged, but the second thing was the yellow-eyed Damon Salvatore, who growled viciously when Colin tried to come and see Mimi. So this one would have to be calmed down first.
Now Damon was not a wolf but his eyes were feline-like, so this was the first time when his feline side had come out. Colin smirked to himself. He wanted to be the first one who see this, so he took his phone and a few ten-second videos. An evidence so he could brag about it to Samuel.
Fine. So this is what is going to be happening. Salvatore will take a quick nap and let's hope that it will be enough for him to get his mental faculties in order. Colin took a fast-acting, short-duration tranquilizer from his bag and went to hit Damon with it before he could do anything. After a quarter of an hour, he lifted the unconscious Salvatore onto the other bed and began to examine Mimi.
First of all, he unwrapped her from the sheets and watched in horror as Mimi's body was covered in bruises and lacerations. Mimi was out cold either from the drugs or then just by stating that the poor girl was again. As he gently pressed down, he felt nothing anatomically recognizable, but Mimi was on so many drugs, and they alone were affecting the straps. But Mimi would have to be operated on, and quickly, now Colin wondered what to fill the cavity in Mimi's body with before she could grow organs.
He knew Damon had used a bump in the past, but he knew there was a bump here and how to use it, as he had not used it so much. He knew that there were jelly bases so maybe he could make some sort of jelly and fill Mimi within, but then again jelly melted fast and absorbed so he would have to keep on filling her and if she would be at any time aware, she might traumatize, considering how much or how many times Damien had used jelly in his sessions.
He moved Mimi to the examination table, took a suction device, made an incision in Mimi's upper torso, and began suctioning. He tried to get as much as possible of these herbs, metals, and bacteria out of her. Mimi almost deflated. It was not nice, but he needed to get her in a little more stable condition, and getting this shit out of her was the best thing to do right at this moment. As he progressed, he pushed the suction deeper and deeper and sucked all the bloody mass out of her.
Damon woke up when he was almost done. He got up from the bed, put some scrubs on, and came closer. He was a little irritated as Colin did not do this in the operating theatre but then again, not much use. Damon was just so particular about cleanliness and sterility. He spoke to Colin softly.
Damon said, "I guess I was a little out of it myself. Thanks for taking care of the lady already. "
Colin looked at Damon and said, "I'm afraid the lady has got no straps to waste. I am trying to get as much out of her as possible. She is in terrible shape already. I'm trying to think what to put in the body cavity here as I don't think she's growing organs yet. Jelly could be one option but it needed to fill all the time and if she woke up, she might be traumatized being all jellied up."
Damon watched for a moment and walked over to one of the cupboards and picked up a tankful of his own centrifuged, cleaned-out bump, to which he had added some nutrient concentrate. He had several tanks full. He had not yet put in the bump on antibiotics or anything, just quite mild nutrition so Mimi's body could absorb it. And since he was her biological half. This would be best for her.
Colin tasted this and said, "Inspiring, now I know what I can use my own bump for. I knew you had used this, but I did not know that you had ready preparation already done. "
Damon said, "Well, you can take off your scent out if too. It is not so hard to centrifuge, but you need to collect hard and long and do you even do bump for anyone? I collected during the wedding of Adam and Charles quite empty, but those tanks are still in Kansas and I have not yet processed or analyzed them. It is good to study the bump before using it."
Colin grunted. He could make a bump bank, make several males donate to it, and analyze it, so he would have it always at his disposal.
They moved Mimi into the operating theater after Damon had put it into order, so they could clean her up even more. In there, they started to work. They opened the now-empty body cavity, and Damon drained his blood liberally into it.
It seemed that nowadays he had to put quite a lot of his own blood in before it started to help. Fucking shed sessions probably do that. Mimi's body subconsciously rejects his blood, and then it's not a good thing at all. Even when it is Damien who is doing all the nasties, Mimi's body somehow knows that Damien is part of him, not his own creature, but a bad part of him. Damon focused his thoughts again.
They filled Mimi up with a bump and put an artificial heart to pump and circulate the blood so they could get more drips. They moved now and filled up Mimi into one bed. They had not given her any drugs, as she was drugged up to her eyes and had been almost in a coma.
But in bed, a few hours after the operation, Mimi started to stir and be restless, so Damon came and lay down next to her again and let his heartbeat soothe Mimi to sleep. He took her in his arms, keeping this side still up, his core. Somehow, this felt so real. He was helping her, in her time of need, not Adam and Charles but him.
He hadn't even smelled Mimi's blood yet, as he now offered her safety and warmth. Mimi was prone to dropping her straps if she didn't feel safe. This was an important part of stabilizing Mimi's condition at the moment. Keeping her sense of safety was of the utmost importance. Not the time to be Dr. Damon, but to be her safety. Colin was once again almost desperate about how incredibly fickle Mimi's straps were, but Damon was more than ready to help.
Damon could always be untethered for a couple of hours before Mimi woke up and started dropping her straps for the first week. Coin gave her leprechaun drops and nutrition, and watched for infection, but the best thing for her straps was being in Damon's arms. His safety was the best thing for her. It kept her calm. Her body temp was on a satisfactory level. Even Damon was not with her to keep her warm.
In the second week, she stabilized even more, and now Damon had used his teeth in her for quite a long time. When his dental substances got the worst of the metals and poisons out of her system, then the straps started to hold, and she grew organs, small, about 50% of what they should be but functioning. She was weak but not so critical anymore and worse seemed to be over. Damon had still not gotten any memory of those five weeks, and he felt how strong Damien was still. He could keep him under control, but for how long, he had no idea.
Damon's teeth had done quite a bit of chipping, and the medicine started to wear off. Colin got busy with a gig and had to leave. Damon looked at his now sleeping wife in the medbay and again marveled at her tenacity, grit, and willingness to just keep going. He went out to dinner.
He thought that he could actually take some blood tests from her after he had eaten and gone to shower. There had not yet been any sign of infection, but those drugs had kept her body temperature so low. Damon hoped that no infection would come, but he could not be so sure about that yet.
I woke up in the medbay, and thankfully I was no longer feeling panicky and medicated. I was feeling very cold, and all the lights looked yellow. I went to the bathroom after tying all the stupid drip tubes in a knot. I was weak still, but I felt no metals in me so I must be on the mend.
Some medicine was still on because I still wanted to be safe, but now it wasn't a bed or a dark place. My feline side felt threatened on some level because I wanted to get up. There was a good big shelf on the back wall of the medbay, and there in the ceiling, in the corner, was just the right spot to make a safe and secure nest for me to rest.
I took blankets and sheets, and in some sort of way, I climbed up there and made myself a nest and went to sleep or lay there cold because I had some sort of infection and a fever. But this nest was just right. It was still so hidden that no one would even notice it right away, probably. Perfect. I wrapped myself into blankets and sheets, kept my eyes closed and I was utterly safe.
Damon came in from eating and showering. He had talked with Adam and Charles and told them what had happened. He walked into the medbay, stopped, and sighed. Mimi wasn't in bed. All the tubes were tied and ripped out, little splashes of blood were visible and Damon could now smell infection. He sighed again.
Fine, he looked at all the undersides of beds and cabinets, and no, the air vents were not accessible. He stood in the middle of the medbay. Mimi could not get away and then a movement in the corner of his eye made him look over at the back wall. That's where she had climbed onto the shelf to sleep. She had made a nest for herself and was wrapped in sheets and blankets. Somehow, he knew that this was Mimi's feline side.
Damon sighed. This was going to be another one of those recoveries. He reserved drugs first, fever medication. Cleaning supplies, antibiotics, that he made from his teeth as he had gotten a whiff of her blood. Then everything was ready.
He went and got Mimi down no matter how she protested, then he put her in restraints on the bed and filled the shelves so full she could not fit in there. And with heavy stuff, she would not get them cleared so easily. He put in a new IV cannula and gave her a fever shot.
And changed the clean sheets and washed her when her fever broke. And still, Mimi was so fucking innocent and looked at him with her blueberry blue eyes, big, innocent, and round. He should just hang on again. And Mimosa was in heat, so now Mimi's other husbands couldn't get into this Mimi care routine right away. He knew what this would be. But it had been a while since he had to do this so he could do this.
I just don't understand when I'm supposed to be safe, and he takes me out of my perfectly good nest and puts me in chains and sighs. Then he gave me a fever remedy and washed me beautifully, but then again I had to go to the toilet, and my legs couldn't take it. I was in a fever. This was another nasty infection, and the fever did not stay down long. It made me quite restless.
Quite a few times, Damon patiently lifted me off the ground, put the drip in place, and put me in shackles. Then, he always took the handcuffs off when he had to give a fever medicine, and that was quite often when this bug was nastier. My fidgeting didn't make any difference. My wrists were thin enough for me to get them out of the restraints when I was very restless. And I ended up in a heap on the floor. All weak, innocent, and sweet.
This was just a nasty bug. I was innocent, as always. Damon finally got fed up with my little fidgeting and said to me, "Baby, you are the most horrible patient in the universe, really, but I put you in this condition, so I have to fix you. But it is time to do this a little more efficiently."
I was all innocent and sweet. Then he velveted me up, and I woke up in the downstairs bedroom, and there was a phone and wallet on the nightstand. I couldn't really blame him for leaving. I really was a terrible patient and always will be. It's just who I am when I'm ill. I can't help it. I had been asleep yet for two weeks and he had cared for a month, so Mimosa's heat was almost over.