Damon carried Mimi into the operating room and sighed in his mind. The girl was absolutely full of organs, and as he had promised her decades ago, the multiplying enzyme would always take her to the intensive feeding situation, there was no way of avoiding it, she would have lost too much so many vital substances doing those organs... But now it would be challenging again with this drug sensitivity. Recovery was the hard part, and AI could not help with that. It could not come up with a perfect cocktail that would not cool her down.
He and Two, Five, and Mariella were doing the operation. Five had found Mimi's implant gun, and he let One taste one of the triggered implants so he could make a better version of it. Mimi had reserved it but not gotten trigger one and number one knew that in time, that implant had lost its effectiveness, thus not holding so long anymore. So he made a better version for it, not an implant but a substance.
Number One had developed a dental substance, and Mariella was going to make a magic potion to add to it so the enzyme would be blocked for a year. At least for a year, maybe longer, if she would not get banged up too much. That would be an advantage. The only downside was that they didn't know what kind of reaction the potion would have, and you'd have to drink it yourself, conscious. So, the symptoms could last from an hour to three days.
They removed all the internal organs. It was a gigantic pile of strong spleens, and there was quite a hell of a lot of intestines growing in there at any given time. One intestine had grown into the esophagus so that when Mimi swallowed, the food went into this intestine, which digested it and made it shit, and then the end of the intestine was stuck in the stomach, so Mimi shat in her own stomach. Damon did not think how her burps might have tasted as she drank a lot of coke. She belched quite a lot and with that... yuck.
Some intestines were very fragile, and Damon was swearing when he tried to hook them in his fingers and remove them. Every time he saw them growing. It was difficult just to scoop everything out because he wanted her to have organs and it was only a guessing game that would come another, so there had to be always one organ left and then keep an eye and look everywhere for extra organs.
Her liver was surprisingly firm, and Damon opened it. There was a heart inside it, so this was also a possibility with her organs. organs inside each other, or a group of organs as she tried to grow five kidneys like some kind of a huge bunch of kidneys, and that whole mess had to be taken out because there was no way to get one functioning kidney. This was always complex, hard surgery for them, too. They used a normal blocker to control the growth of the organs, but when Mimi would wake up, she would get a magic potion.
Eventually, after seven hours of surgery, Mimi was fine, and Damon carried her to bed. Two and Five started putting in all the drips the lady would require as Mariella put a feeding peg in Mimi's stomach and dripped intestinal suspension dripping with Damon's blood.
She required a lot of blood as her vampire side was so strong and Damon knew she had still very strict feeding habits. One more problem that he would need to deal with. It would take time, sex, and effort to get that bloodlust fully out of the way.
Mimi would wake up in time, and now they were off to eat. Mariella again put plenty of meat on everyone after Miss smoked a little during her holiday. One of Mariella's pleasures was clearing Mimi's smoking room and sharing the meat with everyone. Mimi was not a big sharer and Mariella had found several times big containers full of very thinly sliced meats, for lady's use, but she took them and gave them every one, not just to her.
Now, there was a surprise, though. There was a bear and then a whole huge carcass of wagyu meat for the lady. Damon would then have to check that meat and figure out how to give it to the lady. The lady had also cooked three large Wagyu carcasses outside. They were perfect and fatty.
There was a collection tray underneath where all the fat always dripped so Damon could use it when making Mimi's dishes. She might use that fat for herself if Damon would approve it but then again, so many eager cooks that Mimi didn't have time or chance to cook any other times than holidays, and no Damon was checking that meat, so she could not utilize it yet.
It took a while to get the meat, but everyone was in such a mood to do it that it wasn't a hindrance in itself. They ate their food and salvatores, and most of them stayed to sort out the meat, including Adam, Charles, and the boys. It was a pleasant change of pace, and now the sex holiday was over, and everyone was ready to do something else.
Damon and Mariella went to the medbay, and Damon checked on Mimi. She had not been long in feeding, and things would then improve once they got the potion on. The surgery had taken a while, and he hadn't given her more medicine. Mimi was already reacting a little when he woke her up. She was cool again, but if she woke up, they could give her a potion mix, and then one problem would be gone again.
He took the feeding tube out. Her stomach was filled well and there had been dripped in her veins many bags already.
The blood cultures would take at least another 24 hours, and Damon wanted to monitor Mimi precisely because now that the spleens had been removed and the thymus again reduced, it was being given to Two, Five, Seven, and Mariella, so Mimi's latent infection could flare up if there was one.
He woke her up, talking to her, making sure that no shed session could get to her. Finally, Damon got Mimi to open her eyes and start waking up properly. He gave her a dose of Ritalin on an IV drip, which further refreshed her. The IVs would soon be over, at least for now. Damon hadn't looked at the other results yet.
I woke up to Damon dragging me awake and was happy that no memories surfaced, but then again, my head was pretty damn strong with the will of the Lord. He took it away when I was properly awake and then put another dose of Ritalin in my vein. It left me in quite an interesting state where I could feel the drug still kicking in, but super strong Ritalin, and these massive doses, were enough to keep me properly awake.
Damon walked next to me, carrying the little bottle with dark purple liquid about deciliter or so, he explained to me, "Baby, you're about to drink one of these magic potions, and it's going to block your replicating enzymes for at least a year, but it could be longer. I've got a tattoo of myself where I can see where you are with that. So we give it whenever we need it. This is a joint effort between me and Mariela. There's the tooth stuff part and then the potion part, but they're in the same bottle. This can cause symptoms, and I don't know what they are. But then, no medicine will help them. You just have to put up with them. I have no idea if your rage helps either. Symptoms, if any, will last three days at the most. "
He gave me a bottle, and I said nothing as I drank it. It wasn't very pleasant tasting—vinegary, almost moldy and bitter. Damon gave me the juice to drink a little bit to get the taste to go away.
He said, "I'm about to remove the cannula and the shackles, and the symptoms, if any, will start in about half an hour."
I sighed and wondered what my weight must be, as another bloody enzyme had to ruin everything. So far, not my brilliant plan to put myself together had worked out. So damn typical in my life.
Damon looked at me, his expression softening, he seemed a little worried too, but he kept his voice calm as he said, "38 kilos, but we'll get you sorted out, and once the magic potion has worked, we'll start looking for the shed sessions and remove them."
I tried to hold on and wondered what was next—hoping that the creepy infection part would not go on anymore, or any other sessions. It had been shocking that he had killed me five times, not just twice, and once I had ended up in poor Damon's mind. I did not want to remember those.
Damon came up to me and said, "Once I get you sorted out, sorted all these symptoms and possible infection out, so we can get that shit out, all the bad stuff dispelled so you can recover properly, learn to trust and enjoy, then we'll make babies, and we'll have them together—our babies. Because the four of them, our daughters, were just unbelievably wonderful and I know it seems unrealistic to dream of babies, but I've learned to hope and believe that one day everything will be okay. "
Then, he removed the IV and took out the cannula. I felt cold and shaking.
Damon watched for a moment. He felt my forehead, gave me another blanket, and said, "Fever can be one symptom. Just stay here, and we'll watch you for a while, and then I can take you to the bedroom to be somewhere."
I lay in bed, rolled over on my side, and felt a stomach ache start. Oh fuck, that's funny. I lay there, with no sense of time. Only coldness seeped into my core and my stomach ached. More symptoms were getting on. Damon came by and stroked me.
Damon said, " We'll go out for a bite to eat again, and we'll be back. It'll be fine. Just try to hang on."
I nodded and kept my eyes closed. I almost covered my head as the light dazzled and added to this ungodly headache. So, my luck is that I will get a decent bunch of symptoms. My muscles and bones ached and hurt. I thought to myself that I'll be fucking happy when this torment was over someday.
Damon and Mariella went to the kitchen, and Damon went to the fridge to get some food for Mariella at least. He did not like that Mimi had so nasty symptoms and because she was so sensitive to the anesthetic, knocking her might not be wise either, he just did not want her to suffer anymore.
He wasn't starving now, and he was tired. He had no appetite much, but he could eat at least something. He had a headache, and it might have been just Mimi, as his teeth sensed her symptoms. Damon was tired and thought that after the food, they could go to bed for a while, even if it was just to rest.
The Azores had been a wild place, and Damon had learned to rest and sleep now and then from the lessons of seven years. He gave Mariela a decent ration and just had some coffee and a drink himself. Even though Mariella was an energy creature, Damon wanted her to use food as a primary source of energy for her body. It was best to do that. Vitamins and minerals and it was more natural, too.
Mariella ate and then looked at Damon. He was pale, white as a sheet, tired, and not eating. He just drank a little, and Mariella furrowed her eyebrows. Is he having another bowel problem, or what? When this satanic smug bastard could manipulate her protector's radar, and that's why Mariela didn't always get a warning about everything. Damon had a tendency to get his bowels all logged up, and it was not just once when Mariela had to operate on him, it had been many, many times and he was all innocent as Mimi every freaking time when he woke up.
She finished her ration, got up, took the dishes away, and probed Damon's forehead. It was burning hot. He was sick, with some sort of infection and it was not good news.
"Damon, I need to taste your blood. You've got a hell of a fever," Mariella said, tasting Damon's wrist.
The blood tasted foul, like overripe passionfruit, and Mariella's radar told her about Damon having the infection coming from Mimi.
She started cursing and said to number two, too, who had just gotten in the kitchen, "Fine. We need to move Mimi somewhere else because this is Mimi's germ. You're not her biological half yet, so one of Mimi's intestinal germs has at least infected you. I'm not risking anyone else."
Damon looked at his wife and said, " Why does it always have to be Mimi who gets dumped? Again, this is not going to fucking work, no way!" His voice was very irritated and Mariella was frankly surprised at how he defended Mimi, almost putting her before himself.
Mariella sighed and had the demon and leopard move Mimi to another house. She then moved Damon herself to the Irish castle and that Bangladeshi house, where the witches of the magic house cleaned it.
She didn't put the teeth in the neck because number two had told her about Mimi's little clue. One thing was some day to find that knowledge in Mimi's mind, what she knew about tooth vampires, and get her to share it. Because it was quite fucking important knowledge. Instead, she trusted her teeth and gave two, five, and seven antibiotics, even though they didn't have any symptoms yet. The wolves and the men also came to Ireland when Mariella didn't know how contagious the germ was.