Silver-induced encephalitis was making Mimi's condition worse and worse. Her metabolism, which was already demanding, had now reached 200%, causing her to burn out rapidly. The confusion of the metals and silver was preventing her from functioning at her best, and no sensation was coming through her body. She felt no cold. No pain.
Mimi's mind was as confused as ever, going deeper and deeper into confusion. The reality of TV shows or movies became more and more real to her, and the present and the actual reality no longer existed in her mind. There was just a constant cycle of different shows and movies that the brain infection dusted off from her memory.
When her physical condition worsened, she didn't feel it herself. When she woke up from the floor again after losing consciousness earlier when her blood sugar had plummeted, her mind would come up with a reason, a scene from a movie or a moment from a series, why she was on the floor. There was a reason and an explanation for all the symptoms, always from a series.
Now, I had three children, but my apartment was still shabby and cheap. I could see my children's faces clearly. One boy was blond. He resembled Damon, but he was even more noble in features. The other boy was black-haired, also almost a clone of Damon. This one was just more cruel-looking. The girl was blond. She slightly resembled me, but she had her father's eyes, ice blue, but clearly my expression and attitude.
What I didn't know was that just as I was under the influence of silver, so was Mimosa, and her ability to see the future threw my possible children with Damon into my imagination. She also had an influence from time to time in other ways.
My need to do my part in the bake-off was not so easy when I couldn't find where I needed to go. I walked and couldn't find the kitchen to make a souffle.
When Grey's Anatomy, Chicago Hope, Chicago Med, and ER came to mind, I went into doctor mode. I was very irritated with everyone and also with those damn patients not letting me operate on them. I couldn't get anybody examined or any surgery done when there was nobody to do it on.
Sometimes, I was a vampire from the show What We Do in the Shadows, and I was looking for my slave, but Guillermo was nowhere to be found. Jack Bauer had to work pretty hard since the president was missing again. At least I'm supposed to protect him and stop an assassination or a bomb. And I knew I'd been through all kinds of shit, had to kill my boss.
Then, when Lost came to my mind, well, there was a cast, so I didn't know who I really was, trying to get everyone who got on this island to safety in a cave, but they didn't listen. Well, they're dying from their time here.
Then again, the gears shifted in my mind as I persevered and tried to find kitchens so I could win The Top Chef, but I couldn't find one. No way. It's hard to even win a quick-fire challenge if I can't even fucking show up.
And then there was an enormous bunch of other food shows, but I needed a kitchen for those. But my mind couldn't keep it together long enough to even think about where to go.
Then, sometimes I was a judge, judging dances if I got lost in the evening in a club where people were dancing, but when I couldn't find those number plates anywhere to give a grade. And when these were terrible dancers, even both parties and I wondered to myself if we couldn't afford to hire real dancers, but my thoughts couldn't even last ten minutes in the same place.
Adam was worried when the cruise had two days left. He had had little time to follow Mimi when Bran pushed him into negotiations. Bran himself drank and fucked. Adam tried to be polite and to do his job, but when his worries about Mimi got heavy, he didn't really stay with the men for the evening; he kept going out looking for Mimi.
But he never got close enough to even try to give her a shot. Of course, there wasn't a single tranquilizer gun on the ship, so there was no way to get Mimi a shot. Mimi must have weighed about 30 kilos by now. She was in terrible shape but still going. Adam didn't know where Sark's cabin was, and he didn't go chasing after her. Fight club had ended when the flea had stopped coming there.
Damon was hanging out in vampire circles, and Adam heard a rumor that Damon had already gone with another vampire wife and a regular one. Adam saw the couple several times, and Damon always sipped from the little bottle this woman gave him. Feel free.
Adam knew that whatever the broth was that Damon drank, it couldn't change his personality that completely, and the bitterness and anger he'd heard in Damon's voice a couple of times when he'd heard him talk about Mimi was genuine. He also smelled passionfruit right off the bat, so Damon wasn't even pissed off. He didn't smell like a wet dog. This wasn't something a Dresden potion could solve, and Adam was ready to help Mimi.
From what glimpse Adam had seen of Mimi, she was skinny, messy, dirty, almost, and spry; lordy wonder that girl could be quick as a mouse. Bran wasn't worried; he was almost pleased when Adam told him what Damon had done or said every time he had seen her. Bran fucked. There were always new girls around, and Bran was trying hard to get Adam to do the same.
Adam had said that maybe on shore then. He wasn't really going to fuck anyone else, not at all, but it was a way to get Bran off his back for a while, at least. Adam saw Mimi again asking the men questions and Damon laughing with another woman under his arm.
This one was a tall redhead who walked with a stoop, and her oversized breasts that almost sagged did not help it. The woman looked almost ashamed of her body, and Damon kissed her and walked with her but didn't fuck in public.
When Brianna, this woman, seemed to tell how they were going to have a coronation and she was going to be the vampire queen, Damon was going to be the king, and everyone was going to be under them, Adam couldn't help but shake his head.
The other woman wrapped herself around Damon, and they kissed passionately. Adam heard Damon say that Mimi was a whore and deserved her fate. He could smell how sick and in awful shape Mimi was, and he didn't know if he even wanted to help, even if someone was paying him.
Brianna was very interested in Damon's teeth and saw business potential in them. She would not tell Damon anything, but if she could get samples, she could sell them to Sark. Brianna was rich, not as rich as Damon, but she had sold pretty much everything to everyone with no morals or sense of justice, and that's how she made her money. When she found out about Mimi's fortune and the prenup, well, that had been a disappointment.
Still, yes, she saw many business opportunities, and that Damon was fucking other women; well, she could rent her husband out to other women, again, to take advantage of that. Brianna let Damon badmouth Mimi every time he got close to Adam. She tried to make him believe Damon was now hers and there was nothing to save.
The vampire wedding had been brutal, but Brianna didn't talk about it. After the wedding night, Damon hadn't given her a single piece of jewelry when they'd gone to celebrate. Even though the wedding had been held here on the ship and hadn't been as formal as normal, they were good enough for her, even if there was no mark left on her palm.
Adam went off to chase Mimi. He tried to move with her now. Mimi might be slumped unconscious somewhere, but Adam was always too far away to get close in time before she woke up and started moving. She was completely in her own world and didn't recognize Adam at all.
Adam did laugh when Brianna had spoken to Damon at one point, and Mimi had said quite bluntly that that was not Damon's Salvatore and that Damon should be left without Elena.
Then Mimi, in a loud, clear voice that was well heard, said, "Well, we all know that here, drag performers have their own time, and if the man you're with doesn't know you're really a man, now he does."
Brianna had looked at Mimi, and she had just walked away. No big deal, but there were about 80 alphas and their spouses nearby, and they knew Mimi. They looked at Brianna for quite a long time and looked at her with contempt; they were quite old-fashioned when it came to men dressing up as women.
That one guy is following me. It's probably the main terrorist. He's trying to get away. He's looking for me and making me do drugs. After I got rid of them once, I gotta do it. I did an ambush and got away. My thoughts always lasted long enough for me to actually get away, but then we changed direction again.
Now, it was time to make money again. I could still see the kids. There were just more of them, and it was as if there was a litter of felines there, too. All the more reason why we should be allowed to make a scene again, and no one is making a scene. I tried to be pretty damn determined, but no. Why this came up in my mind; it was connected to my future and my destiny, one of my purposes, and it was another remnant that came through from Mimosa.
I had found the kitchen, but they threw me out of it quite a few times. Somehow, the location stuck in my head, but I couldn't get in when they locked the door. Stupid. But I'd been a powerhouse; I'd found one terrorist when he tried to kidnap me in one room, tried to taser me, Supergirl, nope.
So I knocked him out and castrated him and cut his dick in half. Sark couldn't have known his fate when he tried to grab me. Somehow, I knew he was an enemy and an evil one, so I decided to make him into a girl, but all I knew about that particular operation was that dick was split in half and turned inwards. Well, I didn't want to give him any way to get pleasure, so I cut off his glans and balls, too; I even split cock lengthwise before the cartoon came to my mind.
I went on from story to story. Series and movies flashed in my mind, and my body kept burning itself out more and more.
Adam found Sark after Mimi had done her thing, and Sark would have the challenge of trying to piss or fuck on the piece Mimi had left. Adam remembered a movie called Skin, where I Live, where a plastic surgeon had turned the rapist of her girl into a woman. Mimi had shown it to him. They had watched it once.
Sark was being treated, but the damage was more or less permanent, and that Mimi had made Sark eat his own balls was really fair. Adam didn't kill Sark, he just called in a rescue team consisting of one drunk doctor and a nursing student to treat sark's injuries. There was enough evidence against Sark on the human side as well, so Sark would be harmless at least part of the time.