Yugh reported back to the hospital for duty after a week away, feeling the weight of both responsibility and the memories that lingered in his mind. Today, he was assigned a delicate surgery on an elderly patient, a procedure that demanded utmost precision and focus. 💼
As he scrubbed in and prepared for the operation, fragments of that fateful day; the accident, Zahra, the tragedy, crept into his thoughts. His hands trembled slightly, almost faltering during a critical moment. The patient's heartbeat on the monitor wavered dangerously. For a brief second, panic threatened to overtake him. But Yugh regained his composure, taking a steadying breath, and with the swift, careful assistance of his colleagues, he guided the surgery to success.
When the final suture was placed and the operation concluded, Yugh stepped out of the operating theater. He removed his mask and let out a long, silent sigh. Relief washed over him for completing the surgery safely, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of remorse, regret for all that had transpired, for the lives lost, and for the memories of Zahra that refused to leave him. Even amidst professional triumph, the shadows of the past clung to him, and Yugh could not shake the weight of what had happened. 😵