34. Everything I do, I Do It For You.

After our successful meal, it was time to get doing some work too. I had made an office here so I could do my fleawork in peace and I was not going to go in gigs unless I had to, but I could do all sorts of paperwork and office work while at it. Men were not gonna make their meals as they were busy. Well, who was busy with what? I had no idea.

I carried on to do some flea work, and Mimosa and Mirella, somewhere in between, snuck into the common area to fuck. I hadn't even noticed when and didn't really care. I had been going to the public side every morning now to get my morning meal, and I knew Samuel, Bran, and Damon were fucking.

Adam and Charles went to gigs. There had been ready-made food for me and I had eaten it quite happily, but I had no idea who had actually done it, Damon or Adam, Charles. I continued with the business of the flea and wondered if I should go to a gig somewhere in between.

There were few gigs here and there and as always sniper list was long as hell, but we had quite a lot of snipers as well, so there were doers on those too. But if I wanted to, there was a job for me to do and as long as I would like. I had also gotten a few contacts in various zoos and bakeries, offering the chance to go in there too. I had my options.

I'd been working for a week when I felt the first symptoms of the heat. I was getting quite damn horny and same time really moody. My pussy was swollen and slimy and I had a need to get some dick and fast. But this just did not feel like normal heat in some way. Fine for us to be getting a heat then. My heat or smell of it banished Mimosa and Mirella from the wing, and I wondered who was going to take care of my heat.

There were snoopers at the wing door, and neither Samuel nor Bran was suitable. Damon didn't even come to try. I was not sure if he was even around as Mimosa had told me that he went for gigs too, so Adam and Charles came to deal with my heat.

My heat was demanding from the start. It was very easy for me to get a stomachache if I didn't get treatment, and again it couldn't be too intense. Making love for as a start and then maybe intensity could be faster if my pussy relaxed. I also tied these two in my heat and Charles cursed as Damon was in the house and he might have helped but I needed both of them to focus only on me, not even open the door to the wing so Damon could have come and see the situation. After two weeks of having my heat, I developed a fever, and within a couple of days, I had a full-blown uterine infection. 

Charles spoke to me as I was shaking in his arms. My lower stomach was full of dull aches and I did not feel like fucking anymore, but he wondered if the heat treatment would still help.

"Honey, can you give it a try if it would help? You've got a hell of a fever already. You are pretty sick, though. Listen, I think I'll go and ask Samuel about this. Salvatore's gone somewhere, so I can't ask him. Samuel's been treating uterine infections pretty damn well."

I nodded and said, "Leave Adam so I can have something warm to lie on."

Adam wrapped himself around me, and I held on tightly, trying to soak up his body heat. I had taken pheromones and all, and I didn't understand what was causing such a heat. My stomach ached, and Adam tried to massage it gently, if it would help at all. I could feel pus-filled the uterine horns quite clearly, and I was just wondering where the hell this bloody infection was coming from.

Charles came in and said, "I'm going to take these blood tests that Samuel asked for. He said that you go into a warm bath. And we'll wait for the results and see if we don't have to operate. He was not too worried, though. He said that uterine infection can raise a brisk fever and a feeling of malaise, but a bath might help stuff drain out, which would help your state immediately. Would you like to try that?"

I was not so sure that I should move at all, as I had felt my very swollen uterine horns and they were quite freaking tight. Filled with pus.

I said, "Charles, try it. Here's one uterine horn, it goes all the way down to here, it's sore as hell, full of pus, and here on the other side, it's the same thing, now I don't know how long it's going to be before this one bursts. I am not so sure that I should move at all. But take the tests and please tell Samuel what you felt."

Charles was groping and cursing so quietly I couldn't quite hear. He did not like what he felt. 

He said, " Fine, missy, you're not getting out of that bed. I will not stress those and take these blood samples and then tell my brother what a hard place we're actually in."

He deftly took the blood and put me in a position where there was minimum stress on pus-filled uterine horns, meaning laying on my back with my knees bent so my stomach was as relaxed as possible. Left me in Adam's arms, and Adam began to hold me still again and watch that the horns on my uterus didn't burst and cause peritonitis. He kept me as comfortable as possible, keeping one hand near my side, trying to support my womb.

Samuel and Charles both came in 10 minutes later, and Samuel said, "Let me do a little palpation and see what's going on here."

 Adam moved away from me. It made me move a bit and winced as the pain hit me all over again. Samuel's hands were gentle and found both of my uterine horns, but straight on. He was very gently just brushing my sides, not even much pressing.

His expression remained neutral, and he said, "Fine, I have a feeling we are going to cut your uterus off. Those could start to drain from your pussy, too. I could do that too, but it's not pleasant, and plus, it could leave an infection site. You have already an infection onto way and your uterus is stretched to the max so it won't do any good to you if we empty them and do not take out the womb as we might have to take it out, anyway. Now I'm going to go and get the medbay here in the wing sorted out, and then I'll come and get you on the stretcher right away. It's no good straining them so they don't burst. "

Samuel left quite quickly with Charles and Adam for the medbay. I was just glad we had a lift because I was now on the first floor, and the medbay was on the sixth. 

20 minutes later, the men came back with the stretcher, and they very gently lifted me on it and gave me a bit of a cover, at least. Samuel's expression remained neutral, while Adam and Charles were clearly concerned. I heard Adam telling to Samuel how difficult my heat had been from the start.

Samuel said to me, "When we get there, I'll put you to sleep right away, and then we'll operate. After that, we will take a look at the situation. But it may be that once you've recovered, you may get another heat pretty quickly because that heat didn't last more than two weeks."

We went to medbay, and Samuel quickly cannulated me. I was still on a stretcher. They had not moved me.

He had already prepared the supplies, took a full syringe, attached it to my cannula, and said, "Sleep time. Everything will be fine. Don't worry."

He pushed the plunger, and I fell asleep.

Samuel took Mimi to the operating theatre and quickly and efficiently started the surgery with Charles and Adam's help. This was more or less a matter of urgency, as those horns would fill up all the time and her womb was about to burst. Together, they lifted the huge pus-filled infected uterus and tied the base so that the rot wouldn't leak elsewhere, and they could cut it out. Samuel lifted it into the container and then gently poked. The uterus about exploded, and the smell was awful.

Charles put it in a multiple plastic bag and tied it carefully. Samuel cleaned up the remains and said, " I'm not going to put any silver clips on now because she might get horny again soon, and if she doesn't get horny again, we'll see about that when we get a chance. Then I'll have to put the clips on and tie the hormones, but I'm not going to do that just yet. Let's see if she gets another heat and this time it would be more normal. "

They moved Mimi to the bed and put the antibiotics on the drip. They used all-purpose antibiotics that were normally used on Mimi's most infections and Samuel hoped that would work, too.

There was not yet any clear reason for this infection and as more test results had come, Samuel went to look at the test results hoping to see if he could spot there for something that would lead him in the right direction to know where this infection had come from. He looked at the results and cursed to himself. Reason was there, but it was not an easy one or probable reason.

Charles said, "What's wrong?"

Samuel sighed and said, " Remember when I said those cat genes were hidden? Well, they're not anymore. She's got those hormones again, which could be one reason for that infection and weird heat. She needs Salvatore or some cat shifter."

Charles said, " Fine, well, then we'll have to see if Salvatore is available when she's in heat. But what if he's not in the right mood?"

Samuel sat down and looked at his brother. He thought for a moment and said in a weary voice, "I don't know. We need to develop some kind of male cat hormone preparation that can be administered to Mimi's uterus in heat if there is no Salvatore to give it to her organically. Now I know Mimi saved several shapeshifters, but one has been at the fleas since then and is a lion. He could go, but as I said. This is so fucking new to me, too. I'm going to go and talk to this man and see if he can say anything."

Samuel left the wing. 

Charles let Mimi sleep, but he didn't give her any more medicine yet. Mirella could attend to Mimi once the smell of heat had dissipated. Mimi's infection was getting better when her uterus had been cut out and she had gotten a strong dose of antibiotics already.

I woke up in a hospital bed, and I was cold. Mirella was sitting at the machine, looking at me.

She said, "Oh, you're awake. I'll put that fever medicine on a drip. It's made up by Mimosa, so it will bring your temperature down slowly; don't crash it so you don't get so uncomfortable. Once you get stronger, let's see if you can get something down and move. Your uterus is gone, but you have the cat part back, and that may have caused that infection. "

I waited half an hour, and the cold went away, and I didn't feel that tired. It did not drain my strength so much now.

Mirella helped me to sit down and brought me food and a drink. Fine, I had no problem with it. I could eat and drink with no problem at all. Then I got moving, and Mirella said, "The infection will soon be dealt with. You have gotten a horse dose of strong antibiotics in you already. You're in good shape, so you'll get over it on your own".

I then went about my business and cooked with Mirella.

We did two weeks of different recipes, and I ordered some spices online for us to test. Mirella taught extensively about spices that are good for your teeth, and that was another thing we did—tooth ingredients. We tried out when to make which stuff, and we put it in the analyzer, and well, some stuff worked, and then some stuff didn't again.

What I knew how to do was poisons. I made a very comprehensive range of different poisons, and Mimosa said, "If Damon was a black mamba, then you're a bloody viper."

I laughed at that line. Yes, Mimosa will come up with something.

When the men returned to the house, Mirella and Mimosa went to the general area again, and I went to the other house because I wanted to put my wings in order elsewhere. I had now gotten the gist of how good these wings would look when done and it had motivated me to make them ready in other places, too.

So I carried on with my project, not thinking about men, heat, infection, sessions, or even work, but only my decorative projects and my fully ready wings, too. I was having the time of my life with this project too and it made all the bad things go away in the back of my mind as I carried on.