For few days, the severe headaches stopped and Kyra must have forgotten about it. But one day, it came again, at first like a slight headache, then it became severe.
Kyra was in the midst of expediting food, her focus sharp as she called out orders and plated dishes with precision. But then, a subtle tingling sensation began to build in her temples, like a gentle him in the distance. She tried to brush it off, thinking that it was just a minor stress headache, but the sensation grew in intensity, spreading like wildfire through her skull.
"Chef Kyra, you okay?" Max, her sous chef, asked, noticing her pause
Kyra's eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched. "Yeah, I'm fine."
But she wasn't fine. The headache was escalating, the pain piercing and sharp and she felt her vision begin to blur,
Max stepped closer, concern etched on his face, "Chef Kyra, maybe you should sit down for a minute. You don't look so good."