The Love From Vengeance

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ARIEL’S POV

“Miss?” The nurse’s voice brought me back to the present, her expression filled

with concern.

I blinked, focusing on her face as I struggled to push away the lingering thoughts of my prayer. “Yes?” I replied, my voice hoarse with emotion.

“I just wanted to let you know that the man you brought to the hospital is now doing fine,” the nurse informed me, her words bringing a sense of relief. “We’ve taken care of his injury, and he’s resting comfortably now.”

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I nodded, gratitude flooding my heart. “Thank you,” I murmured, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. “That’s a relief to hear.”

But as I glanced around the hospital waiting area, my eyes fell upon a commotion unfolding nearby. A man, clearly agitated, was engaged in a heated argument with a doctor, their voices escalating into shouts. Before I could process what was happening, the argument turned physical, and they began to exchange blows, sending shockwaves through the otherwise serene atmosphere of the hospital.

“What on earth?” I exclaimed, my eyes widening in disbelief.

The nurse beside me gasped, her hands flying to her mouth in horror. “Oh no,” she muttered, and she was filled with so much concern. “We need to stop them before someone gets hurt.”

Without hesitation, the nurse rushed towards the altercation, but her efforts were futile as the two men continued to grapple with each other, oblivious to the chaos. they were causing. Other nurses soon joined in, attempting to separate the brawling individuals, but their efforts proved to be in vain as the men seemed determined to inflict harm upon each other.

“Where’s security?” I demanded, my heart pounding with fear and disbelief at the violence unfolding before my eyes.

Just then, a team of security guards arrived on the scene, their presence. commanding attention as they swiftly intervened, pulling the men apart and

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restraining them before they could cause any further harm. It was a tense moment, and the air was thick with tension as the hospital staff worked tirelessly to restore

the chaos.

by the sudden outburst of violence in what was supposed to be a place of healing and solace. How could such aggression take place

of the altercation. “I’m sorry you had to witness that,” she murmured, and she was sort of sad. Like, sad to

still reeling from the shock of what I had just witnessed. “It’s just… I never expected to see something like that here,” I admitted, and my

with disbelief.

but sh*t was sh*t. There was Harriet, the good–for–nothing psychopath, and Mason, who I genuinely had no idea where he was now. However, it goes without saying that these two morons were mentally ill. Like, really, really sick. And they should go to a mental asylum. How cool would it be to see those bozos locked up? Not in a cell, but in a location that

eyes reflecting a shared sense of dismay. “Unfortunately, it’s not as uncommon as we’d like to believe,” she confessed. “But rest assured, we’ll do everything in our power to ensure the safety

staff.”

in my mind, a sobering reminder of the fragility of human nature and the unpredictability of life itself. So while I watched the nurses attend

that I know, who would run from the chaos when they saw things

the room where the man is?” I asked

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that commotion. Trust me, it wasn’t great. Getting a broken voice right now was definitely not the thing.

best. “Of course,” she replied softly, and she gestured toward the door. “Take

gratefully as I slowly made my way towards the door of the room where the man was

bed, his eyes closed as if in peaceful slumber. He seemed to be resting comfortably; the tension

nowhere to be seen

I could still recall how Luke had put so much effort into saving this man. At that

footsteps echoing softly in the otherwise silent room. Drawing closer, the man slowly opened his

in a soft voice, his gaze searching mine.

You don’t know me,” I replied gently. “But I’m glad to see that everything went

softened, a hint of relief flickering in his eyes. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. “I’m grateful to be

within me at his words. “You’re welcome,” I replied softly, my heart heavy with the weight of what had transpired. “I’m just glad that you’re okay.”

sighed, looking upwards. “You know, when my car crashed, I thought I wasn’t going to make it. I thought it was the final chapter of my life. But you saved me. Thank you.”