The Love From Vengeance

391: THE ROAD TO HEALING

ARIEL’S POV

Luke nodded slowly, a solemn expression settling over his face. “So, what do we do now?”

“Well…” I wanted to say something to give an idea of how we were going to make this workout, I guess. But then I noticed how he placed his hand on his head, making a painful face.

“Luke!” I blurted out that very moment, settling my eyes on him and nothing else. The painful cast on his face went to a whole new level, and it had me really worried.

“Luke, what’s going on? Are you okay?” I clutched his other hand.

He let out a roar immediately, and it showed how pained he was.

Panic surged through me as I cleaved to make Luke’s hand tighter, his screams echoing in the sterile

room.

“Luke, please, what’s happening? Talk to me,” I pleaded.

But he was writhing in agony; his face contorted with pain. I felt helpless, my heart racing, as I struggled

to calm him down.

Luke him

“Luke, listen to me; just breathe, okay? Everything will be alright,” I murmured, my words sounding feeble

even to my own ears.

But his screams only grew louder and more desperate, tearing through the stillness of the room like a two- edged sword.

I couldn’t bear to see him like this. So, I released his hand and dashed out of the room, my feet pounding against the hard floor as I raced to find help.

“Doctor! Please, someone, help!” I shouted frantically, and my voice echoed down the corridor.

Finally, a nurse appeared, her eyes widening in alarm at the sight of my distress.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” she asked urgently.

he’s in pain; something’s wrong,” I gasped out, my chest heaving with panic.

hurried into the room, and I followed closely behind, my heart scuffling in

my ears.

surrounded Luke, their movements swift and determined as

through my hair, still panicking, hoping that he would be okay. But I tried to keep myself together.

turned to me. “Miss, can you please leave

I can’t leave my husband,” I

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work on right now, and you can’t be

to move. I didn’t even give a damn about her words. But the other individuals in the room all glanced at me, and they didn’t give me that friendly look.

and slowly walked out of the room. After shutting the door, I leaned against it, closing

eyes, wiping them away. And right after that, I sniffled. This was me trying to be strong. I didn’t want to let the asthenic

on the hard bench outside the room, and time seemed to stretch on endlessly. Every passing minute felt like an eternity, filled with worry and uncertainty. I couldn’t shake the image of

trying to ward off the chill that seemed to seep into my bones despite the warmth of the hospital hallway. Each passing moment

heart leaped into my throat as I scrambled to

he okay? “How is he?” I blurted out, my voice trembling

filled with kindness. “He’s going

some rest

away the fear and uncertainty that had gripped me for the past hour. I

I whispered hoarsely, my voice

smile never faltering. “You’re welcome. If you need anything, just let

to walk away, but I

turned around, eyes fixed

I be able to take him home today?

as she replied, “No, not today. He’s too weak to leave the

“Like when?”

don’t know, whenever he’s

what if he’s fit today?”

let the young man rest,” she answered. Her tone wasn’t friendly, but it

face

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didn’t mean to

sentence as she sighed in frustration, lifting her hands. Kind of

me and disappeared back