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.

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

bootless,

I closed my eyes, I had to think of the things ahead and how everything was going to work out. Luke being there to hold me tight, and Janice supporting the both

savor each

ONE MONTH LATER

echoing the cacophony of emotions raging within me.

air, a constant reminder of the stark reality that awaited me behind those white

up to machines that whispered tales of his suffering

I felt within. I reached out to hold his hand, the touch 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

of waiting and hopelessness The doctors came and went, their faces a mask of professionalism that did little to assuage my growing terror. Words like “critical–condition” and “uncertain prognosis hung in the

torturous nights: 1 whispered words of encouragement and promises

in a world that suddenly seems devoid of color and joy. The

a drowning soul to a life raft, holding onto the hope that They would be sufficient to rescue her

of darkness that seemed to stretch

his hand and watching the rise

that fell were a silent testament to the pain that gnawed

consuming that at times I felt it

steady beep of 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 had woven together and the plans we had made, hoping that somewhere in the recesses of his unconscious mind, he would hear me and

by a love that had weathered the storm and emerged

was s not just his battle to fight, but also ours. The pain of watching him suffer had

bond that would carry us through the darkest

brightest of days

day soon we would walk hand in hand into the

love was a force to be reckoned with, a beacon of hope

uncertainty and pain