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Richard graduated from a medical academy three months ago. |
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He passed the exams perfectly. |
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He's been working as a cardiosurgeon for a week now. |
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He was to face his very first patient at a |
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September night. |
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He was dashing and yet fearful. |
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His bread and cheese for saving other people's lives. |
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The patient is 68. |
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It is his second heart attack. |
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Richard makes the first cut. |
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Scalpel in his hand moves smoothly like a conductor's baton. |
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Arteries make visible. |
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Richard feels warm blood drops on his forehead. |
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Then he feels his stomach in his mouth. |
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He used to see intestines when he served his apprenticeship. |
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But today he couldn't stand it. |
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The dinner he ate an hour ago flows down from his covered mouth onto the patient's torso. |
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Pieces of semi-digested meal mingle in a seven-centimetre long surgeon cut. |
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Vomited matter ornaments the patient's torso and soothes him. |
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Richard though his job would be different. |
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His conscience exhausted him. |
