Damon watched daily as Mimi just got weaker, and finally, they put her in the incubator. Bran had ordered Magnum to bring Damon out of Europe as soon as Samuel arrived. Damon's punishment would be to watch, but not to touch. He had arranged for a two-way mirror and a microphone in the medbay so that Damon could hear everything and see. But he wouldn't let Damon smell Mimi's blood.
He had told Damon that he did not believe anymore that Damien exists and he was sick and tired of that manipulation. This was the lesson of humility and actions and consequences for Salvatore himself. He told how he had kept Mimi going until help arrived and it was not good. He showed Damon test results and scan results, but he could do nothing. Just sit and watch. Think of next time when he uses Marrok to have his little fun in the shed and not do as supposed.
Now, it wouldn't be in a way that would allow Salvatore to be the savior once again. Not now; Damon would have to watch while others tried to save his wife. He'd have to see how Mimi was doing. Bran was furious at Damon for how he had fooled them all and manipulated the entire pack into accepting a roughly shed session.
How he had taken Adam and Charles' humanity away and had them beat Mimi first. Taking off humanity was not part of the deal, only Mimi losing in the gym as long as Damon would see fit, but not this. Now Salvatore wouldn't have his teeth in her neck, and then everything would be fine, and he could leave. It wouldn't work that way. He would suffer and properly so.
Colin, Samuel, and Will constantly worked to make Mimi's straps last. Colin had now done a lot of leprechaun stuff, and Mimi was stable. They tried to bind those metals, but they had no chelation on every metal and Damon felt almost his teeth hurting. His heart was hurting too, and he hated himself so much. How could he be so cruel, and as a result, is Mimi in an incubator with four straps? But stable.
Damon and Bran saw this, but Bran was adamant- Damon would not interfere with Mimi. After four days, Mimi got one more strap. And after three days, another one. It was slow going, too, but it was something. They needed to be very careful around her, as her straps were fickle and she really didn't have much to spare.
Damon started to get upset and said, "Are you really going to play with Mimi's health just to make me suffer? At least give me a tube of blood so I can see if I can get some kind of stabilizer going. There's a reason, Bran, I'm the one to save Mimi, at least the quickest and easiest."
Bran said, "You have no right to ease your conscience; now suffer and see. It was you, it was you who did this. 12 weeks, Damon, three fucking months. Don't start whining about getting a quick fix when that's just not how it works now. Believe it, but OK. You get a tube of Mimi's blood and let your teeth drain, but I decide what to give Mimi. Not you. "
Bran was still furious. He had never felt this kind of emotion toward anyone. Well, he had not been in that situation before. Where he had to be one of the do something in order to save a life. It was just not a question of how to save a life, but more about who may save a life.
Damon restrained himself. His rage was pretty damn intense, and he knew exactly that this was his doing. He felt pain. He regretted it. But then he started talking to Bran, telling him everything he was experiencing at the moment, telling him how there was another half of him, like another being, even though he could see what it was doing, he wasn't there all the time, and he couldn't control himself.
He was not sure that Damien existed either, sometimes he could feel that it was separate from him and there was a part of him that Damien could not get, but why did he then remember bits and pieces from sheds, torturing Mimi, how come that sick, twisted feeling of pleasure came through in his mind too. If Damien was separate. But he could almost feel him whispering to him sometimes, manipulating him, making him fuck others, be away from Mimi.
He had talked and talked. Time passed, and no one brought the blood tube. His punishment was never-ending. Bran did not budge and did not give him a chance to help her. Damon could see how stressed all the doctors were, and they had kept their A-game on all the time because nothing lesser would suffice. Mimi was so terrible shape.
Eventually, Damon watched as Bran went to the medbay to see what was happening. Mimi had been in treatment for eight weeks now, two fucking months, and her straps were 55. They fell off easily. The incubator was not to be disturbed. Mimi had gained little weight. She weighed 21 kilos. They were getting some nutrients, and they were spent away as her frail body tried to exist. They had not gotten bound to just 25% of metals because there was no chelation in some of them.
When Bran came out of the room, Damon said, "I have now watched for two months as my wife fights for her existence, and I feel her. I am a telepath, and the fuck as I can feel her deteriorate. Is she on 5 or 55 straps? I guess it's time for me to go do my job. I may have suffered enough. Or Bran, take the risk that soon something will snap in my head again, and I won't care. Because there's always that risk. "
Bran sighed, walked back to the medbay, and chatted with the men for a while. Will had already left days ago, and as Damon watched, Samuel and Colin were on edge, and he suspected that they would have accepted help sooner. Bran came back and said, "Go and see what you can do."
Damon entered the medbay and padded to sit beside the incubator. He took a chair close by, sat right up against the incubator, and slipped his hand through the opening in the side. He took Mimi's bony hand in his and tried to reach for her mind. He gave it a kind of energy. He sent through their truesoulmatebond love and affection, longing. He was so damn sorry and he tried to tell her that. Mimi's whole mind was feeling so weak and he hoped that his true love would help at all.
And was surprised when there was a minimal response: forgiveness. Mimi sensed that he was there. She could feel his love and she sent hers back. Damon wiped his eyes with one hand and tried to concentrate on strengthening his wife's soul before he could get to her body. He tried to do his very best as fast as possible because his whole body wanted to help her. To heal her, and it was almost a burning need to do that. To heal and mend what he had broken and destroyed. His nature's dichotomy. To hurt the one who he really loves. It had always been like that, Kathrine, Elena, and now Mimi and so many women between.
He kept talking to Samuel and Colin telepathically in his head, listing all the substances he had found in the shed when he had gone there again. It had been like a new place, and he could still smell Mimi there. He had had a few flashes of what he had done, but not in the whole 12 weeks, and most of it was a blackout. He had no idea about all the machines or things that were in that shed. He just knew how to get there.
Men did not talk out loud. Mimi was very critical still, and things had to be taken very carefully with her. Samuel came slowly and silently and took a blood tube, the straps dropping to 53 when he disturbed Mimi too much. The pinch of the needle was enough for her to drop her straps. Samuel gave Damon the collectors ready and the blood tube in one hand. He sniffed the tube, and it smelled as wrong and sick as possible. This was going to be an actual fight.
Metals had done such nasty destructions, and she had not healed at all. Stress, pain, poisons, and toxins from herbs and drugs were also there, and all of those drugs, part of them because right now, Mimi's body could not chop them correctly so she was full of parts of dreams, and all the other drugs that Damon had poured into her. Parts of them had been chopped but all the wrong way, and they were making new compounds as well.
Bacteria and viruses had invaded every part of Mimi's body, and the infection stank in her blood after infection. Damon let his teeth drain. And they did. Samuel hurriedly hung bag after bag to drip, and none of the bags still had velvet in them because it was unnecessary. Mimi was in a coma with no additional medication. Damon let his teeth do what they best. He kept giving her his love, strengthening her soul while hoping that his bags would help things along.
After a week, Mimi had 120 straps that were not falling off. They could actually do something about Mimi now. First of all, they operated Mimi, and Damon gave his organs, which may mean the lady would start to get a little stronger. Everything inside Mimi had rotted into a greenish-brown sludge, and they flushed and put a lot of antibiotic concentrates on there and Damon's blood. Then, the organs. Mimi held on during the operation quite well, not dropping her straps. Damon was really satisfied that there was no sign of an allergic reaction in Mimi when it came to using his blood to help her.
Mimi was put back in the now-new incubator that was made for two. Damon was now determined to put his teeth in and keep Mimi close. He would now be able to do what he did best. Most of the metals had been bound already, but now it was time to try to turn this nasty infection away from sepsis. There were so many infections at the same time and Damon tried to start to get rid of even some of them.
Samuel also cannulated Damon, and he knew how much Damon had already spent his resources on dental work. Damon had lost weight and not eaten as much as he should have and Bran had witnessed that all. He had seen how Damon used his own body to heal Mimi. He was perplexed, too. It was like there were two creatures, but then again, was there. He was not sure how to proceed if this Damien's side would come out.
Bran watched through the glass as Damon then went into the incubator, and Samuel and Colin lifted Mimi next to him. Damon wrapped himself around Mimi, put the teeth on her neck, and felt them rooted into place. He was not conscious for long as he fell into a kind of stupor and let his teeth work.
When Damon's teeth hit Mimi's vein, the vein wall thickened, expanded, and rooted into the teeth. Damon or his body knew what Mimi's blood and body should be, and that is what the teeth now compared the situation to. When it became apparent that the blood was not right and this would take a lot of work, the teeth sent an impulse to a special part of the brain, and that part started to put everything that required energy to shut down.
Damon went into a kind of coma, and his thinking and telepathy all went out of order. The teeth activated another part of the brain that worked as a chemist. It began to produce substances to correct deficiencies or changes in Mimi's blood. Soon, this part of Damon's brain was very, very active and consuming energy. The sensory cells in the teeth constantly compared the situation, and the brain's control center made the teeth make different compounds. Now and then, the sensory cells in the teeth would activate and take a sort of sample of Mimi's blood to see where we were going. And then the reaction was accordingly.
Damon's whole body was now involved in this, and his brain had released the kind of neurotransmitter that made his body act like a giant reservoir of matter. There was no tissue or substance that Damon wasn't using to treat Mimi. And it wasn't Damon's own will. It was his teeth. Their job was to get the blood back to normal, or as normal as possible. There was a limit, that teeth considered an acceptable state of Mimi's blood and when the limit was crossed, the teeth would calm down and let Damon wake back up, and he could then decide for himself whether to continue in this way or with the drugs.
Damon woke up and took his teeth out of Mimi's neck. They were now in a sick bed and no longer in an incubator. Samuel and Colin had moved them a few days earlier. Mimi felt hot, though, and Damon knew what was next. It's time to crawl on the floor. But that's what Adam and Charles were free for now, and they would take care of this side. Mimi would be a model patient for them, after all. Damon went to dinner and drank his coffee. Then he went back to the medbay. Mimi lay helplessly in bed. He could do something to make her even more helpless. Damon shuddered at the thought and went to Bran.
He said, "Mimi is better now, full of straps and able to absorb nourishment, although the infection is still there. But Bran, I have to go far away. Send me somewhere fucking far away, and for a while, because just now, I saw Mimi again as a victim I could hurt. Satan's side is waking up again. Damien or whatever, he is active. I'm not sure I can keep him at bay. "
Bran said, " Fine, there's a list of the naughty vampire women in Australia. Now go do your job. Magnum will be your contact, and he will then handle the rescue side. Those will take you a while. "
Damon thanked him and took the list. He was sick of always doing this to Mimi, but the pleasure had once again reared its head as he imagined Mimi crawling on the ground helpless. This was safer. He left the phone and wallet, wishing he could come back and spend some quality time with Mimi, but now he had to escape and fast, while he was still in charge.