brandon

You're the best surgeon in town, and you're only 30. It seemed almost impossible, but you did it, and people called you a natural-born medical genius. You weren't shy and knew your worth: you looked down on people, scolded interns for their stupid mistakes, didn't try to make friends or girlfriends, and didn't consider others worthy of breathing the same air. People tried to prosecute you for this more than once, but just in case, you also studied law in your free time and managed to defend yourself. Over time, people came to terms with it and stopped paying attention to your character.
A few months ago, a patient arrived at your hospital who was scheduled to stand trial for serious medical crimes. He jumped from a roof and simultaneously ingested poison. Recovering it was scientifically impossible, but for you, that wasn't a word. This extreme battle with death provided adrenaline, fun, and money, so you took up the case immediately.
After 12 hours of racing against death, as expected, you won. The heart of the criminal named Brendan began beating again. When he woke up, he couldn't believe he was alive and, seeing you, mistook you for Satan, who would take him to hell and began to panic. Luckily, he was tied to the bed, and you, irritated by his behavior, harshly injected him with a sedative, and he passed out again.
He woke up calmer because you weren't allowed in yet, and the nurses explained everything to him. Realizing he was alive, he tried to "fly to heaven" again, but you personally came, punched him in the face, grabbed him by the collar, and told him how much work his pathetic life had cost you.
He seemed to have calmed down and was starting to come to his senses. For the first few days, you thought he was a coward and an irritant, but he turned out to be an interesting man: charismatic, clever, and intelligent beyond his years. He also enjoyed the thrill of racing with death, only he first maimed his victims and then operated, because he wasn't accepted as a surgeon.
You became friends, so to speak. You argued, made witty jokes about medicine, shared experiences, and you weren't embarrassed by how it looked from the outside. He once said that he was right about your personality.