SALARIS, emmett arturo

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EMMETTARTUROSALARIS
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INTO THE NIGHT
DESPERATE AND BROKEN
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SO, TELL ME. WHAT'S YOUR FULL NAME?

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"Emmett Arturo Salaris. Just Emmett or Dr. Salaris, to you."

AND HOW OLD ARE YOU?

"Twenty-eight years old."

WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING?

"I’m a neurosurgeon at Valkyrie’s hospital."

YOU SEEING ANYONE, OR ARE YOU SINGLE?

"You think I have time to figure out women?"

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THE SOUND OF A FIGHT
FATHER HAS SPOKEN
THE PERSONALITY

IF YOU COULD DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN SEVEN WORDS WHAT WOULD THEY BE?

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"Okay… Um, brilliant, cocky, or so Miah says, attractive, responsible, trustworthy, awkward, skilled, quiet."

WHAT KIND OF THINGS DO YOU LIKE?

"Well I love my little sister. I love my job. I like food, alcohol, though not a ton of it, star wars, lord of the rings, no judgment, alright? I live on coffee, and I love sushi. I enjoy watching people play instruments since I am musically retarded. Anybody who can keep up with my thought process is good in my book. The sun, warm weather, the beach, surgery, the importance of what I do, seeing a patient get better because of something I’ve done, Italy, and art."

WHAT KIND OF THINGS DON'T YOU LIKE?

"What is this, twenty questions? Uh, women. That’s a good one. Not as in I’m gay, buy as in I just… don’t comprehend them. Failed surgeries, dying patients, cancer, being man-handled, reptiles, feeling inadequate, being told I’m not intelligent, since I am, errr, suit and tie occasions, rancid stenches, free time, not being in the loop, Mexican food, toe socks, being on call for immense amounts of time, awkward conversations, snow, cold weather, and a bunch more stuff I don’t feel like clarifying, thanks."

WHAT WOULD YOU SAY WERE YOUR STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES?

"I have plenty of strengths. One would be my intelligence, of course. I am a superman in the operating room. I flew through school and I really am brilliant. Neurosurgeons aren’t a common breed, especially at my age. I’ve also got quite a knack when dealing with patients. With real people, I don’t know, I’m somewhat inept socially. But when it comes to my patients I just seem to know what to say. I know how to comfort them or convince them to trust in a risky surgery. I don’t know how I do it, but I do. As for weaknesses… well my little sister, of course. If anything happened to her I’d be a mess. And well, I guess I am emotionally and socially a little… what’s the word… off? I don’t know what I feel or how to feel. I’m so detached from some things it’s… odd. And then with people I just don’t know what to do. I never had many friends since I was younger than everybody around me growing up."

DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS?

"I’m deathly afraid of losing my sister. I don’t know what I’d do if she was gone. I don’t know… I don’t have a whole ton of secrets. I guess I am kind of insecure when it comes to women. I just… don’t know what to do around them. It’s a bit embarrassing."

WHAT ARE YOU MOST SCARED OF?

"Losing Miah. I just can’t bear the thought of her dy… of the cancer winning. She’s all I have. She’s my best friend."

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WE WERE THE KINGS AND QUEENS OF PROMISE
WE WERE THE VICTIMS OF OURSELVES
THE HISTORY

TELL ME A LITTLE OF WHAT YOUR FAMILY IS LIKE?

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"My father was only around when I was a kid. We were always spoiled by him since he ran quite a business. My mother left him when I was around thirteen though, and we moved to the U.S. After that we were still pretty well off, but our family seemed a lot closer. I had good parents, overall. I was a happy kid, I was encouraged and given opportunities to succeed. I was never held back."

WHO ARE YOUR PARENTS?

"My father’s name was Rafael Arturo Salaris. He would be about fifty now. He owned a famous wining company and vineyard known simply as Salaris Wines. He died just recently. My mother’s name was Claudia Maria Salaris. She’d be about forty-five now. She was a chef, and she died around six years ago."

DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?

"I have a younger sister, and her name is Miah Marie Salaris. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. She’s fifteen, and thus doesn’t have an occupation. She also has leukemia."

ANY OTHER RELATIVES CLOSE TO YOU?

"None."

TELL ME THE STORY OF YOUR PAST?

"I was born twenty five years ago in Naples, Italy to Rafael and Claudia Salaris. I had a good childhood. My father was a famed wine maker, or whatever the proper term is. He built up his company from scratch, Salaris Wines, and it’s since become one of the most famous wine companies in the world. So we were pretty well off. He, my mother, and I were constantly together. I was bright from a young age. Speaking before most children, and then reading, and as I entered my schooling years, I was already advancing in grades to put me ahead of the other kids my age. My father paid for me to go to a good, prestigious school that would excel me further still. It wasn’t a bad life. When I was ten I entered high school. I was home schooled there in Italy because my father decided I was too good to mingle with the common children.

When I was ten, my mother had a baby, little Miah Marie. Shortly after that, she left my father. We never got an explanation longer than, “We’ve both changed, and we’re just not right for each other anymore.” I don’t know what really happened between them, but it must have been more than that. Either way, Miah and myself went to the United States with my mother. She became a chef there, and I was enrolled to finish my last few years of education in a private school. It was immensely awkward for me, since I hadn’t been around kids since my elementary days, and I was fourteen graduating with eighteen year olds. I was the weird, smart kid with an accent. I worked hard to eliminate my Italian accent though, to Americanize my English. I did it, too, though it took a bit of time and practice. I graduated with a Scholarship to Columbia in New York. I had offers to tons of other schools, but Columbia was the only one offering a full ride, and anything to put less of a burden on my mother’s shoulders was my preference. My father was proud. I never saw him much, but when he heard he flew to the U.S., something he never did, and congratulated me. So I went off to college and flew through. Literally. I’d been accepted into a program to speed up my schooling years and throw me right into my residency. I chose neurosurgery. Something about the rarity, the difficulty… it attracted me. It was a challenge I wanted to partake in. It was my calling. My destiny, if you will. I’ve helped a lot of people. Anyway…

When I was about nineteen, my mother died. At this point I was almost finished with medical school, but I was still up to my ears in exams and studying. My mother dying left Miah in my custody. My father consented it since she was so accustomed to the United States, he didn’t want to force her out of her comfort zone by living in Italy. So I became a parent, in a way. Miah was my responsibility. I moved out of the dorms and got an apartment in a nice area, courtesy of dear old dad. It was a little stressful at first, but I figured it out, of course. Poor Miah though, was heartbroken. She was a little darker after mom’s death. She wasn’t interested in fairytales and miracles anymore. She didn’t believe in Santa. She didn’t have a whole lot of friends either. Christ, she was only around six. I didn’t know what to do, I wasn’t ready to be a parent to my little sister. I was tempted a few times to send her to my dad. I just couldn’t figure out how to make her… herself again. She made me promise I wouldn’t send her away though, so I didn’t. Eventually she did get a little better. Youth makes you resilient. She was never a little princess anymore though. More like a dark angel. She became blunt and negative, never beating around the bush or hiding the truth. She barely had a filter when she spoke, saying every little thing that came to mind out loud. It was odd, my charming looking blonde haired, blue eyed, beauty of a baby sister with such a dark personality. I loved her, still love her, though. I wouldn’t have her change. She accepted mom’s death and still remained the same, so there wasn’t much more that I could have done anyway.

I graduated med school easily, and I began my residency there in New York. My father was becoming a more prominent part of our lives now that there was no more ex-wife awkwardness. He called more, and visited a lot. I was grateful for it, whatever his motives were, because it was nice for Miah to have a parent. A real parent who knew how to take care of her. The next few years weren’t all that exciting though. I worked a lot, and every once and a while Miah and I would go to Naples for a visit or my father would come to New York City to see us. I eventually decided to legalize my American citizenship and took that ridiculous test. Miah flew through school, just like her big brother. Superior intelligence must run in the family. She got a scholarship to a prestigious private school, not that we couldn’t have afforded it anyway, and joined the rich kids in her quest for knowledge. She never really made a ton of friends, but it was okay. She was still young.

When I finished my residency I was about twenty two. Miah and I celebrated with a trip to Italy. It was different from the other times though. Dad was so busy, and seemed a little jumpy and suspicious at first. He warmed up eventually, but it was just weird. Not to mention he kept meeting with a man of questionable moral character, or at least that’s the way Miah put it in her description of him to me. I just figured he was some businessman. The next few trips we always had to get dad to warm up to us. It wasn’t really awkward for me, but Miah was really bothered by it. It wasn’t much of a big deal though. When we returned, Miah went in for a check up, and somehow in the process it was discovered she had cancer. My twelve year old sister had leukemia. She didn’t even blink when they told her. Just asked questions. I was a mess though. I called my dad and asked him to come visit, that it was urgent. He did. It turned out the cancer wasn’t too serious and would most likely be treated and cure easily. I wasn’t convinced, just because I’d witnessed how randomly a simple procedure could go to hell. I had to have faith though. Miah was the only person I had. One day she came home from school and told me she was tired of New York. She wanted change. I’d been working in a hospital there for about three years now. I was almost twenty-five. I was obligated to oblige her wish because I wanted her to experience other places in case the cancer took a turn for the worst, though I refused to believe that. I talked to my dad about it, and he said he’d done some research and Valkyrie, California had a promising Oncology program. I proposed it to her, and she was sincerely ecstatic.

The bad news just kept coming. A couple weeks before our move we got news that my father had passed away. Suddenly died of a heart attack. I was worried of what would happen to Miah, but she seemed relatively calm when I told her and simply stated that everybody died at some point. We flew to Italy for his funeral, which was held in a majestic cathedral. I knew about an eighth of the people there, which, mind you, is not a lot at all. And the majority of those people were those who worked in his home and vineyard. The rest of them were complete strangers to me. We stayed a few days to settle everything. Apparently I’d inherited the entire vineyard and the Salaris Wine Company. I allowed his maid and her family to continue living in the house free of charge as long as she kept it clean and sent me reports every few months of how things were going. She was grateful, though I don’t know why. It was a logical decision since Miah and I certainly weren’t going to live in it. We were moving to Valkyrie, California in less than a month.

We moved to California at the beginning of December, and when we took Miah in for her check up, it seemed that the bad news just kept getting worse. The cancer had spread. Chemotherapy sessions were to begin immediately. It seemed Miah would be living in the hospital until further notice. So I got a small beach house in a middle class neighborhood. Miah loved the beach, and that way when she came home she could always have it there, right outside her door. Dr. Suresh gave me a job without much hesitation. It wasn’t like neurosurgeons grew on trees, and I guess he found me promising. So we’ve been living in Valkyrie ever since. And then the earthquake happened. Luckily, Miah was in her hospital room with a… Uh… a colleague of mine, Dr. Mancini, while I met with her Oncologist when it happened. After that, the meeting was cut short because the people flooded in. People were dying and broken everywhere. Seems like Valkyrie has to start anew."

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MAYBE THE CHILDREN OF A LESSER GOD
BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL
THE EARTHQUAKE

SO, YOU KNOW THE EARTHQUAKE THAT OCCURRED ON JANUARY 7TH, 2012?

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"Of course I know it. It was massive, and buildings were collapsing, people dying. It was catastrophic. If you don’t know about it, you must live under a rock. What a stupid question."

WHERE WERE YOU THE DAY OF THE EARTHQUAKE? WHAT DID YOU DO?

"I was at the hospital meeting with an Oncologist about Miah’s condition. Seconds after it ended we could hear the sirens, and then people just flooded in. I’ve basically been on call since it happened to help deal with the casualties."

DID YOU KNOW ANYONE THAT WAS AFFECTED BY THE EARTHQUAKE?

"Nobody personally. I’m relatively new in this city. I do know a ton of people affected though, if you want to get technical. I’ve been treating them since the day it happened."

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