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 out,

nurse hurried into the room, and I followed closely behind,

my ears.

anxiously as the medical team surrounded Luke, their movements swift and determined as

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

me. “Miss, can

can’t leave my husband,” I

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to.“We have something to work on right now, and

about her words. But the other individuals in the room all

around and slowly walked out of the room. After shutting the door, I leaned against it, closing both of my eyes really

my eyes, wiping them away. And right after that, I sniffled. This was me trying to be strong.

slow steps, I sat 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

to seep into my bones despite the warmth of the hospital hallway. Each passing

room swung open, and a nurse stepped out. My heart leaped into my throat as I scrambled to my feet, my eyes searching desperately for any sign

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

me a reassuring smile, her eyes filled

some rest now.”

wave, washing away the fear and uncertainty that had gripped me for the past

whispered hoarsely, my voice choking with emotion.

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

wanted to walk away, but I halted

turned around, eyes fixed on me.

I be able to take him home today? “You know,

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

“Like when?”

know, whenever he’s fit.”

if he’s

Just let the young man rest,” she answered. Her tone wasn’t

give her a friendly face as well, and she

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mean to be rude. But it’s

in frustration,

excuse me,” she told me and