The Love From Vengeance

341: HOLDING ON

ARIEL’S POV

Janice furrowed her brows, concern etched across her features. “Mom, you shouldn’t be pushing yourself like this. You’re hurt.”

“I know, sweetheart,” I sighed, wincing as I adjusted myself on the bed. “But I had to make sure your dad

was okay.”

“But the doctors are taking care of him, right?”

“Yes, they are.” I nodded, reaching out to gently stroke her hair. “But I just needed to see him for myself, you know?”

Janice nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. “I get it, Mom. But please, promise me you’ll take it easy. You need to focus on getting better too.”

“I promise,” I replied, offering her a weak smile. “Now, how about we both try to get some rest? We could

use it.”

Janice nodded, leaning against my shoulder. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

As we settled into the quiet room, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over me. Together, we would confront numerous challenges, yet our unwavering unity would be the only thing that mattered.

L

Storms could come and chaos might unfold, but with my blood by my side, those terrors would be so

bootless,

was going to work out. Luke being there to hold me tight, and Janice supporting the both of us. With smiles

savor each

ONE MONTH LATER

echoing the

could barely carry. The sterile smell permeated the air, a constant reminder of the stark reality that awaited me behind those white doors. My beloved lay

machines that

so familiar yet foreign, as if he were slipping away with each passing moment. The beeping of the machines was a cruel symphony, and the rhythm of his heartbeat was a haunting melody that played on repeat in my mind.

doctors came and went, their faces a mask of professionalism that did little to assuage my growing terror. Words like “critical–condition”

through the long and torturous nights: 1 whispered words of encouragement and promises of better days to come, knowing deep down that I

you love suffer is like no other. It seeps into your bones, twists your insides, and leaves you gasping for breath in a world that suddenly seems devoid of color and joy. The quiet hum of machines

life. I clung to those moments like a drowning soul to a life raft, holding onto the hope that

long and lonely stretches of darkness that seemed to stretch

bedside, holding his hand and watching the rise and fall of

longer. The tears that fell were a silent testament to the pain that gnawed at

and consuming that at times I felt it

the machines, I would whisper words of love and devotion, promises of a future we might never share 1 would tell him of the dreams we

that we would go through it all, clinging to each other–two souls bound by a love that had weathered the storm and emerged stronger on the other side. The pain of these days and nights lingered

ours. The pain of watching him

was unbreakable, a bond that would carry us through the darkest

brightest of days

day soon we would walk hand in hand into the

be reckoned with, a

uncertainty and pain