21.Everything I do, I do it for you.

I knew salvatores were coming too. Samuel, Mariella, and Damon entered the room, and Salvatore said, " You don't think the pack can help, then? You should have told me about those wounds before the second job, so it wouldn't always go so far, but fine. Now, my lady, you lie there, and I'll see what's in this briefcase of yours."

Damon's voice was arctic, cold, gravelly, and I could feel him being extremly furious. He flipped through my first aid kit, then closed it, and then came over to my bedside. He too had studied quite many of my drugs and since he had copied my information out of my mind, he knew most of the stuff in my briefcase. 

He said, " Guess what, Mimi? I have my protector's radar wide open, so I can see you are not okay, but don't worry. I will fix you. It is my job as your Protector, after all. Everything will be fine. The first thing I am going to do is grab you in my arms, and we are going to medbay. I will take that briefcase, please. I just put a little of my will in your mind to search for certain information. It won't hurt you if you don't fight me."

I was in no mood to fight as I was trying to hold on, keep my state of being a little more tolerable.

Damon came over and took the blanket off me, wrapped me in just a sheet, and lifted me in his arms. Samuel had already disappeared somewhere. He put my head against his neck, and I kept my eyes closed and just tried to be still. All the moving did not make my state of being any better, it made it worse. My teeth had now run out, and I had made quite many bags of dentals. 

He kept my head near his neck, and murmured to me, " Remember to breathe. It will help you feel better. Just take your time. You need oxygen. Now is not a good time to stop breathing, slow deep depth breaths. your system is haywire as it does not need to strain it to make it use oxygen everywhere. "

I breathed then and tried to keep my rage up enough. I kept my eyes closed and tried to use as little as possible my combo powers, but enough so I could cope. 

Mariella watched as Damon grabbed Mimi in his arms and put her back into the veritable sea of pheromones. Mimi breathed in every pheromone and didn't even realize it. Oh, the Lord can be sneaky. He was at the same time copying a lot of information out of Mimi's mind, erasing some of it, and fading others, also finding out everything about these grenades and every time that Miss had gotten rose thistle on herself.

Damon calmly carried Mimi to the medbay. They were in no hurry; the lady was developing a pheromone addiction, and Mariella knew it would take time to get it right, but each time would help things.

Mimi slowly calmed down, and Mariella realized Damon was also using his protective power. The man was a seducer, all right. They arrived at the medbay, and Damon put Mimi to bed. Damon was gentle with Mimi. Even despite his earlier anger, he sensed how damn distressed she must have felt. But she had not said a word. 

Then Damon came to Mariella and gave her the pheromones so that Mimi could see. Mariella hung up and licked his neck, sniffing the pheromones and enjoying herself. Then the dose was ready, and Mariella broke away.

As Damon carried me, I calmed down and realized that he was using his protector's power but also his pheromones. Then we arrived, and he put me down on the bed. I felt just about awful even though I had tolerated quite well traveling here. My symptoms were about to blow up.

I watched as he went to Mariella, and Mariella overtook Damon, sniffed his pheromones, and then, when she had had enough, broke away. I saw Mariella was addicted to Damon's pheromones. I guess you have to be careful. Fine. That's a good warning. I knew how to avoid that, at least for a while, and keep myself free of that one.

Damon came up next to me as I was shaking like a leaf. "Baby, the infection is pretty bad, but I will not give you any fever medicine yet. Let's take a blood tube and see what's going on, but first, you'll get a hibernation blocker because that's always a danger. I'm going to help you to your side now, and then I'll put this on in a minute. "

He took a long needle and syringe so that I could see and only then turned me on my side, making sure there were no air bubbles, and slowly pushed it into my brain and pressed the plunger.

It always gave me a feeling of pressure, and it made my headache come back twice as bad. I took a little more of my rage out. Then he pulled the needle out and left the now empty syringe in front of my eyes. I closed my eyes and tried to hold on. The empty syringe was just lying on the table. It had been injected into me and it made my anxiety come back. 

Damon said, " That won't help, Mimi. You need to learn to go right back to the medication and everything else. It won't keep you safe, as you can see for yourself. You're full of sedatives, so strong and so much that that's why if I had to give you that sedative because I would need to get you down, the medicine could pull you in too deep. Now I'm going to take a tube of blood, and we'll smell it, and then we'll look into it."

Damon had me turn on my back and took a tube of blood. He gave me nothing to cover me with but a sheet, and I was just ridiculously cold. He went to sniff the tube, and I could feel his will in my head while digging out all the information.

For him, it was always clinical decisions first where Colin and others, even Samuel thought of my comfort even a bit, but somehow, Damon's strict tone of voice, and his posture, all conveyed the message that I did not deserve any comfort, that this was all my doing, actions and consequences. My ass. I was not in love with him. Not at all. Again, as soon as he had gotten me back into the pack to be a power source, there went my value. No need to be nice to me. I will be fine. Whatever. I don't need love. 

I didn't even bother to think about what information and what he was doing with it. They seemed to talk with Mariella, who also sniffed my blood and furrowed her brows. I was getting tired. This balance of horror was not so easy. Those two had no idea how much I needed to use now extra oomph to keep my anxiety overtaking me. For Damon, this was punishment and treatment, all in the same cute bundle.

"Darling, what do you say?" Damon asked Mariella as he handed her Mimi's blood tube.

He was still quite angry with Mimi and no matter how bad a state she was in, no mercy when it came to treating her. He had not given her anything other than a thin sheet as her fever was bad enough and she had to start to learn medical paraphernalia, so no hurry to dispose of that syringe from the table. Actions and consequences and no mercy, the lesson must be learned. But he did just not know how tough it was for Mimi, as he was not familiar with this creature, not at all. 

Again, as it had been always, his rage clouded his judgement, and badly so. He was not thinking things through, not at all. His rage was way too much out. There was no empathy, only clinical decisions, rage, and the need to teach.

Mariella sniffed for a moment and said, "The hibernation blocker came in handy. This blood is messed up, and that grenade causes the biggest problem, but how to fix it? I just don't know. There is so much here that shouldn't be here, and then again, sugar, well, I don't smell much of it at all. And she lacks enzymes, badly."

Damon grunted. He knew something needed to be done because Mimi was feeling pretty fucking sick. The infection was on top, but with the blood being so wrong, even the antibiotic was questionable. And it wouldn't help that Mimi's blood was being taken away because there was now everything Mimi might need that would be difficult, if not impossible, to replace in any other way. It was not just blood that had been messed up. She needed to be in quiet a dark place, safe, not disturbed at all.

But how to ease Mimi's condition? Damon thought and pondered.

He said, " How about it, darling, would you find it unbearable if I spent time with Mimi in a close care setting? At least that I get her to settle in. "

Mariella laughed and said, " Perhaps the lady will get a pheromone addiction to the house?"

Damon looked at his wife and said, "Easy, darling, or you'll find you're in withdrawal again."

Mariella calmed down and could see that Damon was serious. He was still furious with Mimi, but he had to help her, even a bit.

Mariella said, "I don't have a problem. Just let me know if you need me. Do what you have to, my love."

Damon grunted and said, " Fine, come on. I'll show you a few things, and then you can move on."

Mariella went with Damon. They teleported to the Moldovan castle, which had undergone quite a transformation since the last time she had seen it. It was opulent. Light, grandeur, and now something here called Mariella, she wanted to pack come here someday, and changed this into a pack castle. They saw that Mimi's five had lived here with her. Damon was on edge and led Mariella into a large room, a pharmacy. There were medicines and dental stuff lined up on shelves, and on the shelves, it said, which shed they were taken from.

Mariella said, " So wow, I can't say it better. What do you want to save?"

Damon said, " Use your judgment. There may be quite a lot of medicines suitable for a lady, especially in this cupboard. I took this out of her mind and a lot of other stuff, too. Those dentals, are made by Damien, but there might be some of them what I have done too, and do you know why she was after sheds? Sarks are trying to make those damn shells, so she has been trying to prevent it. She has a lot of dictations, tapes about those sessions, in her mind as well. "

Damon broke down the door, and the cupboard was full of Mimi's medicines, strong ones, too. These were made by Miss herself. There were poisons, toxins, and drugs. The young lady had gotten quite freaking good with her fangs, too.

Mariella said, " Fine, you go be with Mimi. I'll take the wolves and the salvatores, and we'll start going through this castle. If I find those tapes and such. I will make sure that no one sees them, but they are destroyed. I will inform the magic house as well so they might be onboard to kill sarks as well. I don't want those damn shells."

Damon teleported back to the medbay and came to me.

He said, "My Mimi, we are going to go to the nearby treatment now. For now, I am not doing anything else but trying to help you by being close by. The pack went to Moldovan castle, an impressive pharmacy you have there, well the pack will benefit. I know about Sarks' plans for those shells. We prevent that from happening. I'm going to go fix up one bedroom now, and then I'll come to get you. Let's try to find a balance so you don't exhaust yourself with rage, but also don't go into a coma. I have now taken all the information about the grenades and have already sent it on. I will first clean your wounds, then I try to get you settled in a dark, quiet place and try to rest a bit. We can't do anything about this infection yet, as you are way too drugged and most of those drugs aren't chopped off. I can't give you any choppers even, your blood is too wrong."

Damon took the sheet from me and quickly and efficiently cut away most of the already destroyed tissue, including the back.

It was quite satanically painful, but he said," I need to cut it far enough so it is alive, so you will feel this."

He showed no mercy and put the bandages that had been soaked with his blood to cover the wounds and then said, " Well, that's done for now. Now I'll make up the bed, and then my lady will come and get you. I'll have to do those several more times, but right now, there's no need."

He looked at me with a surprisingly tender look and then went off somewhere. I stayed waiting. My wounds were throbbing because Damon had cut away a lot of them efficiently and quickly and pretty damn deep, including on my back. I could see him eating my tissue, probably trying to get a good sample of his teeth.

Then I remembered. I said, "Damon, I've got a dagger with rose thistle in it, just like the one I was cut with; it's in the Monaco house, in my study, in the safe, you know the combination."

Damon said, " Fine, I'll see it and pick it up. It won't be long now, Mimi."

It was quite a time before he returned. He looked pondering something, and he moved gracefully as ever, like some big jungle cat. He crouched down next to the bed for a moment and stroked me. I moved away again. I was feeling wildly vulnerable, and I hissed at him.

He furrowed his eyebrows and whispered. " Well, I taught you to touch once. I can teach you to touch another time, but baby, try to trust that I know what I'm doing. There's nothing to worry about, and I won't hurt you. Try to do what I say, and then it will help. I go by instinct here, so I may not always be able to give an obvious reason, but please, don't overanalyze; relax and let me guide you. I'll know if something doesn't help or if something always helps. You don't want to be this vulnerable. I can sense that completely. "

Then he stood up and took me in his arms, still wrapped in the sheet.

He said, "I'm trying to help the pheromones, so please, baby, try to remember to breathe. I have my ways to help you, and I'm going to use every one of them."

He put my head on his neck, and I breathed through my nose. Let's get all the help we can.

We arrived in the bedroom. It was dim and warm. Damon put me down on the bed first, and only then did I realize we had changed places and I hadn't been in this house in seven years. This was a completely different bed; the bedding was strange, and it smelled of the entire pack but not of sex.

Damon stripped naked. I was already naked. He walked over to the other side of the bed, opened it, climbed into bed, and rolled over on his side. He reached over and pulled me into him, took the sheet off me, and covered me under the same blanket.

I said, "You're going to be warm with me. This blanket is quite thick."

Damon looked at me and laughed. " Oh baby, I missed you. You won't believe it. But as I am an energy creature, don't you worry about me. I'm gonna turn the heat into my tank. Now you put your hands under me so you can hold on to me tight, watch me pull you close, like this, you just put your head on my neck and sniff the pheromones and hold on to me tight, let me warm you up. That's a good girl. Now close your eyes and concentrate on feeling my heartbeat, my breathing. Just any physical sensation you can feel. It's all right."

I was close to Damon and always did as he said. The calm, low voice telling me what I was doing, the tight, strong, hot man's body pressing me against him, and the wonderful protective alpha power and the protective power all eased the symptoms of the grenade.

I had a fever, and my wounds ached, but it made me endure, tolerate, and relax just a little at a time. I was learning to touch again, to be close, to be comforted, and to realize that there was nothing wrong with it. I did not think about where I was but tried to think about how I was, not so much physically but sort of mentally. 

I was safe; I was not fine, but I had now someone who could help me, and it realization undid a knot in my head. Damon noticed this and almost plunged into where this knot was. I could feel him investigating, and soon, I couldn't get to that side of my head anymore; he had put some kind of block on it. It had been one place where my need to survive, my loneliness had lived and now I could not get to it, to my bitter place where was all the evidence that I was destined to be alone.

Damon said, " Shh, baby, leave it. I'll help you. Take it easy. It's going to be okay."

I calmed down more and more. Or got weaker. Even though I was cold, I got tired, slept, and woke up a couple of times when Damon woke me up, but I couldn't stay awake much longer.

Damon finally got Mimi to calm down and to take the pheromones. This girl was about to become addicted, and well, he only got Mimi to relax. He gave her energy shots so she would burn herself to nothing, but the infection was taking its toll on Mimi, and when she started sleeping in a way that Damon couldn't get her to wake up. He realized Mimi needed to go to medbay for intensive care and start getting the infection under control. He had already reduced the symptoms of the grenade by 50% so he could put Mimi into anesthesia, operate, and put her on an antibiotic drip.

Plus, this one was getting cold, so the infection was going septic. Incubator time. Damon said to Mariella, " Darling, come to medbay; Mimi needs to be operated on and put in the incubator; the infection is so bad."

Mariella said, " Yeah, you won't believe this fucking castle. Well, at least I can say that we've got quite a lot of new and wonderful things."

Damon heard the satanic edge in his wife's voice and was surprised. She was furious, and Damon had no doubts. That castle had been more opulent than any of their castles or houses and they had spent quite a lot of money on their houses, but Mimi had been way richer. Mimi was truly loaded, and he had found out just how good fleas had been empty those Sarks bank accounts.