• Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and she let them be. She couldn’t afford to make any mistakes now, not at a time like this. There was no turning back. The girl delicately lifted a scalpel and started working, her sapphire eyes determined.
    She sat on a seat in the hospital’s corridor and breathed in the sickly sweet fumes she had yet to become accustomed to even after all the time she spent working there, her head spinning wildly. She stood up on unsteady feet and nearly tottered her way to the nearest vending machine. She pressed a random button as she laid a cool hand on her forehead, a little while later, several clings and swishes told her, her drink was ready and she slipped a hand in to retrieve the warm beverage.
    She leaned against the wall and sipped the warm drink slowly, trying to slow her beating heart. The operation, she nearly took a life! One wrong move and it might had been it for her patient. She fought against the rapidly returning memory, only to see it jump before her eyes, replaying like a horror movie.
    She was just starting work on her patient when slight fuzziness began to close in at the edges of her vision. Waves of dizziness settled in, increasing in size with every one and she paused. Hesitated long enough for her assistants to know it was an emergency and call for immediate back up. She was helped out of the room where she sat on one of the benches lining the wall and rested her pale forehead against the stone cold, whitewashed walls of Herinodia Hospital.
    She had been having these dizzy spells for quite a while now and she didn’t like them. Oddly enough, they only occurred during surgeries like the one she nearly messed up again. It was the fifth time in the row. She was afraid she would be fired. She badly needed the money she got, she had family to feed.
    “I think you should take a break.”
    She felt a warm and comforting hand placed on her shoulder, and through her dizziness, her saw Professor Rowan, the head honcho of Herinodia Hospital, a kind old fellow who retained traits of the gentleman he had been before, also, the guy who took pity on her and gave her a job in Herinodia Hospital, aka her boss.
    “I don’t need one Professor,” she protested weakly, “I can handle myself. These things should go away soon enough.”
    The old man shook his head at her slowly, a smile on his face that spoke of experience and sadness.
    “I’ve seen this many times in my line of work over these years. These things are called Dazgeon. It is created from a mix of the words daze and surgeon, mainly because this illness infects a majority of surgeons. Symptoms include dizziness, blurriness of vision and nausea near the surgery room.”
    The girl heaved a sigh of relief in knowing the illness was often encountered, however, her chest tightened up again as another question penetrated the relief and gradually fading fog in her mind.
    “Do they ever recover?” Her voice was a mere whisper but Professor Rowan managed to catch it with his powerful ears.
    “They do, after a period of time. A long one.” Those words felt like a sledge hammer to her heart. How would she provide for her sister? How could they survive if she was jobless? Professor Rowan apparently remembered her plight and he dipped his hand into one of his coat pockets, apparently searching for something.
    “And here, go to this address and tell them Rowan sent you. They’ll know what to do. Come back whenever you feel ready.”
    With that, the kindly old man went off, leaving her sitting there, shock rooting her to the ground, a slip of paper in her hand.
    The bell trilled as she pushed the door open hesitatingly and stepped in. It attracted the attention of the plump, cheerful looking man behind the counter and he looked up, into her sapphire eyes.
    “Welcome missy.” He began warmly, “and what can I get you on such a lovely day?” She crossed the distance between her and the counter in ten quick steps, nervously raising her eyes to meet that of the man.
    “I’d like to see your boss please.” She whispered.
    The man looked at her and jovially smiled, as if she had said another thing entirely different from the request she made in the first place.
    “You’re talking to him now.”