The mad scientist
Dr Jacob Jaminson. Genius. Psychopath. Disillusioned. Each of these characteristics moulded his character. What does it take to bring a once revered and famous doctorate in physiotherapy and cardiology to the dark side of the medical world? Some say money, others say sheer power. But for this particular man, all it took was the death of his beloved daughter, Cara. It seems ironical as Cara means creator of peace, but her death caused anything but that.
The moment Dr Jaminson turned to the other side was the 27 February 2002. That day, he had just received his new car and he was feeling good. All seemed well on that day. However, just as he wanted to start up his lovely new Mazda 4, his phone rang, the irritating sound of the Sony Erricson’s default ringtone piercing through his ear and into his brain. He swore, making a mental note to himself to change his ringtone from the current one which was driving him up the wall. Looking at the screen, he saw the words: Wife. Dreading the conversation, he accepted the call. He supposed his wife would scream at him for not making it to dinner again and possibly suspecting him for having a mistress.
That was far from the truth. The moment he picked up the call, he heard a scream easily likened to that of a banshee, and cries of pure sorrow. Even so, referring to the cries as sorrow would be a gross understatement. Through the cries, Dr Jaminson could make out a few words, something along the lines of “Cara…”*sob*”she’s…she’s”*wail…* “gone.”
He could not believe it. Without bothering about the speed limit, he sped all the way to the hospital, nearly causing a few accidents. He sprinted to the emergency room, pushing aside nurses and ignoring hospital beds with patients in them. Despite protests from the hospital nurses and doctors, he barged into the emergency room and stared at the lifeless body of his beloved daughter. Tears of anguish trickled down his cheeks. It almost seemed as god had...