Life of a Surgeon

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