Damon spoke to me from the doorway, "Hello, baby, I heard you needed a therapist; well, I'm the only one. Everyone else says you stink; sorry, Baby."
I said, "Good thing you're here, at least. This will take time. I will be soon able to take a bath and then after that let's get this heat on and hope that this time it will work. This heat needs something argh..."
When another spasm struck again, Damon furrowed his brow. I Was panting in pain, my forehead was sweaty and I was biting my lip not right about scream out loud.
"When did you start hurting, Mimi? How long has this been going on?" Damon asked.
His voice was worried, and there was a steely undertone in his tone that told me no glib explanation would suffice. It was steady and soothing, but so commanding that it was obeyed straightforwardly. It was Damon's doctor's voice.
My voice was pained, almost forced out between my clenched teeth. "It has been probably hurting for about three years now. I need to soon get my bath, it eases the cramps and then my remedy, and after that, we can get this on. But a word of warning, I have no idea what kind of heat this will be, if will it last, or if will be the third uterine infection for me. Charles says my heat just develops. That's why it spasms when I need to get cock."
Damon was silent for a moment, approached me, and said, "It's been years. How long has your heat been like this? We had that good rush in the Azores, but what about after that?"
I pointed the tablet by the bedside and said," There are my medical records if you want to see them unless you have studied them. My heats are in the reproduction section. This is a new system by Charles."
Damon took the tablet, opened it, and started to read through it. He sat on chair. He did not like what he saw. I saw him looking through some scan results, too, as he was enlarging them, frowning and looking concerned.
He put the tablet onto the table and said to me, "Now that I look at the data on the computer, you've had a problem with a heat problem for years. You don't get heat, or you get a uterine infection. Now, baby. This needs to be adequately investigated."
I said, "I need fucking. My uterus is contracting because Bran suspects that I will be able to reproduce soon. That's why this is so painful when I should be having breeding, and Adam and Charles both don't work either, if this is a cat thing, though. Anyway, this just has to endure. It could be that this is supposedly cat-related, too, but could you help me because I'm apparently supposed to have sperm inside me, and they need to be potent cat sperm as well?"
Damon shook his head. He said, "Nope, I took care of your cat side, this is not it."
I tried to offer the next explanation that had shoved down to my throat, so to speak, "And I haven't fucked enough, but it's often before the heat that I get all dry and don't feel like it. A couple of years ago, I had this pain for eight weeks before the heat, and then I had a terrible heat that lasted 14 weeks. According to Bran, this kind of initial symptom is just a sign that a hard heat is coming. Mirella has made a substance that helps a little. The bath helps too, a bit, and I have my bubble bath ready for me. Mirella had found me a wonder bubble bath that suits me, as well as new shower gels that are good to use for your pussy as well. Not dry it out too badly."
This was the kind of glib explanation Samuel offered when Charles asked. According to Samuel, I hadn't been fucked enough, which was why my uterus was contracting so hard. And my pussy was dry, for lack of sex. Samuel and Bran had pretty well made this out of my fault. I was not horny enough. Samuel reminded me how much I used to fuck with Damon and keep my pussy active, and now, I was all work and not play, even though I had two more husbands.
Damon looked at me momentarily, and his expression softened.
"Mimi, sweetie pie, it's not supposed to hurt. I know you believe Saint Charles on everything, but trust me on this: it's not supposed to hurt. And as for Bran, don't trust him; you don't even smell like cat heat, and you're not supposed to be breeding yet. I couldn't put clips on you because of the infection. Believe me, otherwise, I would have. What comes to you having not enough sex, no go, it is no explanation too either. Now there is something wrong with you, that I can tell. I have a gut feeling and that says, no bath."
I had got up to sit, to go into a bath and now this one did not let me. I was dizzy from the pain. Trying to get my mind working properly. I felt so damn powerless.
I could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times Damon had called me a sweetie pie.
Usually, when he wants me to believe or obey.
"Now, I should do a little exam on you before I can give you any heat therapy, OK? Because I am not sure that you are in heat. Despite your very wonderful aroma, something in you is not right. It's not a good idea to go on a rampage until I'm sure what your body is up to."
I nodded. I said, " Give me a few drops first and then just start fucking. It was painful at first, but once I got wetter, it would be fine. I don't want to have another uterine infection. Mirella's stuff, it's in the cupboard over there. Give it to me, and it'll make it easier."
Damon looked at me momentarily and said, "I'm going to be straight with you, but don't trust Mirella and her stuff so fucking much. First of all. No fucking if it is painful. Then those drops. Not approved of me. The same goes for your bath and bubble baths. I'm going to smell that, and then I can tell you what it is."
He went to the bathroom. I heard him emptying my bathtub, rinsing it carefully. Damon took the bottle from the bathroom cabinet and sniffed.
Then he coolly took and emptied the entire bottle into the sink and then carefully rinsed his hands afterward as well. He came out of the bathroom, frowning with displeasure and anger, almost. My cramps were getting more and more frequent and I realized that was because I smelled his pheromones.
He looked at me and said, "Is that somewhere else?"
I shook my head and moaned as another spasm struck again through my stomach.
Charles had assured me that the heat hurt sometimes, which meant more treatment was needed. These spasms had started sometime in the past, just after that gang rape. There was never anything physically wrong with me, and when Samuel and Bran agreed and told me 16,000 different stories of heat that involved pain, I really had no choice but to believe. I had a couple of good ones when Damon put one on the Azores, and then there were a few heat rushes. But then again, a few of my heats ended up in nasty uterine infections, just after a few weeks of diligent fucking, so there was no idea why that happened.
Damon asked, again very calmly. "Medbay?"
I was back on my side, trying to breathe through this very nasty cramp that tore through my lower belly.
I said, through gritted teeth, "Next floor."
Damon didn't even ask but came, scooped me up in his arms, and carried me to medbay. It took little time for him to find it. He put me down on the examination table and gave me a gown.
"Switch to that one, and it'll be easier to examine." He said and went to check this place out, starting to collect drugs and whatnot in a moveable steel table.
I did as I was told; the pain came in increasingly frequent waves, and I tried to control myself. I was sweating with pain and there was nausea with it, too. I could tell by the look on Damon's face that I wasn't doing a very good job of masking my pain. However, I managed to get the gown changed and was naked under it. It was quite a flimsy thing. Mirella had gotten these for us. They were tied on the neck alone, so your backside was bare unless you kept it together with your hands.
I sat on the edge of the examination table. Damon had collected various instruments and a few medicine bottles on his movable table with needles and syringes. Damon came over to me and pulled the tray close to him.
"Baby, I need to do an internal examination of you now. I won't fuck you in pain and I need to find out what the hell is wrong with you. It will probably make the pain worse. I'll give you some painkillers for the duration of the examination; it might make you tired, but don't worry, it's short-acting, and I'll only give you enough to get the examination done."
I nodded.
The waves were getting quite strong, and when Damon lifted my gown, he saw how my entire stomach was rippling as the muscles contracted. And everything else, too. My abdominal muscles were rock hard, spasms tore through them, but most of the time spasming was internal.
He furrowed his brows. Damon had never in his thousand years of life seen any werewolf female experience the kind of violent muscle spasms that were now coursing through Mimi's stomach. They were almost like birth contractions. Her abdomen was rock hard and her muscles spasms infrequently. Somehow he knew that her womb and everything else were contracting all the time.
Damon drew a powerful painkiller into the syringe. And in a good dose, too. He would administer it in response so that he could perform the internal examination as painlessly as possible. He considered a muscle relaxant, but that might not remove the pain. He knew that muscle relaxant would not affect her uterus, and it was one thing that contracted, causing her pain.
He wondered why Mirella had poisoned Mimi with dandelion extract and lupine, which were not suitable for Mimi. Both of them lowered her immune defense, and her libido, too. They had also a nastier effect on Mimi too and how fucking long she had poisoned her for. He hadn't said a word about it yet, but Mirella would have to have a pretty fucking good explanation, and now the molecular stockpile wouldn't do.
Damon put the central vascular catheter in place casually, then inserted the syringe and pressed the plunger. He watched her response, and it was after quite a large dose that she began to relax, making it appear that the pain started to ease up.
After Damon cannulated me and put me in position, giving me painkillers, the pain was finally starting to ease.
"OK, baby?" he inquired
I said, "Yeah, now it doesn't hurt so bad."
The medicine didn't tire me out as much as I expected, and I was just happy that the pain eased. This was such a relief every time. Damon moved to the foot of the bed and started the examination.
He pushed something inside me, and the pain returned as soon as it caused the slightest bit of pressure. I gasped. Damon gave me some more medicine. I was getting tired now.
I don't know how much medicine he had to give before he could complete the examination. Finally, he put my legs down and ultrasound on my lower abdomen some more. Occasionally, he would furrow his brow in irritation as if someone on the screen had insulted him.
"Now, you're very dry to be properly in heat, and for some reason, the walls of your pussy are irritated, now I don't know how you even put up with fucking before, but you can be sure I won't touch you yet until I get some blood test results. Your uterus is somehow open and your cervix is irritated and swollen. So you have a constantly open uterus, making it the port of infection, and since you are so damn dry, your normal flushing mechanism won't work. Meaning if I were fucking you in this condition, it would probably end up with yet another uterine infection. Now I am not sure what this pain and spasming are. I could even say some kind of inflammation. "
I looked at Damon and said, "But the heat, it's going to go to shit, knotting...there will be another uterine infection. No, I need you to fuck me. Get this heat on."
Damon looked at me for a moment and said, "Wanna Fuck? Do you feel horny?"
I thought for a moment and said, "Actually, no, not yet, but I know when someone puts the heat on, then yes. It might take time and it is painful at first because of my dryness, but when I get wet, then it is fine."
Damon approached me and pressed my arm in two places, heat spilling out of my stomach.
He said, "You see, baby, pressing on the hot spots wouldn't cause anything if you had the heat on. And these clearly do."
I saw that he tried to be patient with me, but he was irritated somehow. and for whom. I had no idea.
"Then what is this? I smell like heat, and yet I don't have heat and that pain?"
Damon replied, "I really don't know, but I can tell you this: at least you don't have a case of the heat yet. You have some sort of mimicking condition, possible infection almost."
Damon took my temperature. "37.2 degrees Celsius, you young lady are pretty badly under-heated. Now I need to check up on your blood results and see where we are going with those."
Damon had initially taken twenty tubes of blood from me before the examination and now walked over to look at the results. I was lying in bed. He had covered me after noticing my hypothermia. He was worried now.
He was muttering to himself, with the crease between his brows, "Hmm, CRP 298, sugars 0.4 white cells 100 fold. I could swear you're having some kind of inflammatory reaction going on. You're almost septic. This is not good at all, young lady. It seems you have caught a bug already. "
He got blood culture bottles and drew blood from them. Then he got the most potent antibiotic that would work for me from the medicine cabinet and put it on a drip.
"Now, if that doesn't start working, then we'll probably have to do this the old-fashioned way." He said to himself almost.
He stroked me and said, "Try to rest. I have given you a potent painkiller to take care of those spasms for the time being, so rest up."
This meant Damon would either come on top of me or next to me and sink his teeth into my neck and let his teeth do their magic. Damon fiddled with the test results, and my eyes started to feel heavier and heavier. I eventually fell asleep.