Brainwaves

Chapter I: The Flawed One

Oncology has always been my passion, but it is what caused my first wife's death. My name is H. Damos Konstantinos. I am a stolid man of 45. If you have ever spent time in Boston, I am sure that you have heard of my family. We are the owners of the largest cemetery in the city. It also happens to be infamous among the denizens of this town. I live in the haunted estate on Bobby Kennedy Avenue. It is a common rumor in the town that our family is cursed with tragedies, and I don't dispute that. I am the widower of the flawed Elizabeth Hutcherson. She was a gambler and an addict, and I wasn't there for her. Our relationship was tumultuous, and I kicked her out of my house. She owed loan sharks money that she couldn't pay back. Liz was famous for making poor decisions, and that is what ultimately led to her demise. The day after my attorney served her with divorce papers, she was found impaled on a spike outside our cemetery. Ever since then, I've struggled with life. I haven't dated anybody since her death, and I feel guilty every day because I could have helped her with her struggles. I kicked her to the curb in her time of need. She was unstable, and I casted her aside like she was less of a human than I. I suffer from anxiety because of her death. I have yet to find a way to cope with my demons.

Chapter II: The Meeting

I am now the Chief of Oncology at John Fitzgerald Kennedy Memorial Hospital. I have a new medical student named Victoria Clarkson coming in, and I am anything but excited. At the same time, I am receiving a desperate leukaemia patient from Hôtel-Dieu de Québec. I am known for having a very high success rate amongst my patients. In all my years, only one patient has died under my care. It was a crisp early October morning, three weeks before my birthday. I was sitting in my comfy leather chair facing the window, watching the blue jays sing when I was interrupted by my office door swinging open. All the birds scattered over the trees. I told whoever it was to exit and knock this time. They eagerly banged on the door, and I angrily told them to enter. I'll always remember her voice. It was as sweet as the honey in the hive near my office.

"I'm Victoria Clarkson, you may call me Vikki. May I call you Damos?"

"Absolutely not Ms. Clarkson, You may only address me as Dr. Konstantinos. This is a place of business, not a fraternity house. We are professionals here."

"Here we go again," sighed Victoria.

"I will not handle this kind of insubordination in my own office. GET OUT!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Damos?"

I immediately cringed at the sound of the hospital director's voice in my doorway. She was the type of person that seemed cheerful all the time, yet could become hostile in a moment's notice. I despised her more than any other human being in existence. I was known to abuse my power and try to get more power for myself; however, Amanda was wise to my motives, and she did her best to suppress my power-hungry mania.

"This is your new medical student. Treat her with the same respect that you would treat your patients," Amanda said in her usual manipulative tone.

"Very Well. Follow me Madame Clarkson. Keep up; I will no longer have my time wasted."

"Damos, Be nice," I heard from behind me.

I slammed the door in Amanda's face and stormed off with V. Clarkson trailing behind me. Little did I know, this insolent little girl would change my life forever.

Chapter III: Questions and Insults

"So what does the 'H' in H. Damos Konstantinos stand for?"