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.

I gasped

room, and I followed closely behind, my

my ears.

their movements swift and determined as they worked to ease his

there, just watching them, feeling utterly powerless. I drove my hands through my hair, still panicking, hoping that he would be okay.

the nurses turned to me. “Miss, can you please leave the

leave my husband,”

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right now, and you can’t be

But the other individuals in the room all glanced at me, and they didn’t give

door, I leaned against it, closing both of

I drove my hands through my 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 side get

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 Luke writhing in pain from my mind,

warmth of the hospital hallway. Each passing moment felt like a lifetime, and I couldn’t help but replay the events in my mind,

out. My heart leaped into my throat as I scrambled to my feet, my eyes

he okay? “How is he?” I blurted out,

a reassuring smile, her eyes filled with kindness. “He’s going to

rest now.”

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

whispered hoarsely, my voice choking with emotion.

welcome. If

wanted to walk away, but I halted her, saying, “Hold on.”

eyes fixed

home today? “You know, just to give him

for seconds, she shook her head as she replied, “No, not today. He’s too weak to leave the hospital now. You can

“Like when?”

whenever

if he’s fit

Her tone wasn’t friendly, but it wasn’t rude either. Well, sort of

friendly face as

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to be

as she sighed in frustration, lifting

me and disappeared back into