When Ambition Becomes a Double-Edged Sword

The struggles

Kaveh was working on other clients' projects as always, but this time he was beyond exhausted. He had pushed himself to his limits just to see their clients' happy smiles and satisfied faces, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was foolish to overwork himself for their sake. Kaveh couldn't shake off the memory of Alhaitham's speech about their clients' happiness, and it hit him: he needed to prove to himself that he could win against  Alhaitham and stop mocking him. He needed to work from his heart, not just to get the Mora but to satisfy his own sense of purpose.

"URGH! Alhaitham!!" Kaveh shouted to himself as he worked, feeling a mix of anger and frustration. "You always make fun of me and never take me seriously!"

Kaveh could feel his body protesting against the long hours he had put in. He was sweating heavily, but he couldn't tell if it was because of the weather or his exhaustion.

"What is going on?" he muttered, wiping his forehead. "The project's submission is only a week away, and I have so much more to do."

Kaveh ignored his body's cries for rest, his mind set on completing the work. But his vision started to blur, and he felt dizzy and feverish.

"I can do this," he told himself, his glasses slipping down his nose. "I just need to cut this part...no problem."

As he felt too much hot he couldn't tell if it was just the weather is hot today or the temperature in the room. 

However as he was thinking, he raised the blade to cut a piece of material, but his hand shook and he lost his balance. The blade slipped, and he felt a sharp pain in his hand as it sliced through his skin. "OUCH!!!" he groaned in pain... but Kaveh didn't care about the wound. He was too focused on the project.

"No!" he exclaimed, staring at the blood on his hand. "I've ruined the project!"

Kaveh scrambled to bandage his hand, but the dizziness and exhaustion made it difficult. His hand shook uncontrollably, and he felt a sharp stinging pain. He gritted his teeth, refusing to let himself give up. 

The scenery of the place was frightening ... There was blood on the table, on the chair and on the floor! 

"I'll just take a quick bath," he thought. "I need to get rid of this sweat and clean my wound." As Kaveh decided to take a quick bath to refresh himself and clean his wound.... 

He headed to the bathroom, but every step felt heavier than the last. He was in denial about his fever and exhaustion, repeating to himself that he was fine.

"I just need to prove myself," he muttered, gritting his teeth against the shivers running down his spine. "I can handle this."

As he stood under the cold shower, Kaveh felt himself growing weaker by the second. He could barely stand, and his vision started to blur. "I'm just feeling a bit off," he tried to convince himself. "It's nothing serious."

As he stepped into the cold water, his body protested even more. He gasped and tried to adjust to the chill, but his wound stung and throbbed with every movement.