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.

Luke; he’s in pain; something’s wrong,” I gasped out, my

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

my ears.

anxiously as the medical team surrounded Luke, their movements swift

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

to me. “Miss, can you please leave the room?”

I can’t leave my husband,” I responded.

THE ROAD

something to work on right now, and

didn’t want to move. I didn’t even give a damn about her words. But the other individuals in the room all glanced

After shutting the door, I leaned against it, closing both of my

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

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

eternity, the door to Luke’s room swung open, and a nurse stepped out. My heart leaped into my throat as

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

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

rest now.”

had gripped me for the past hour. I sank back onto the bench, tears of gratitude welling up in

whispered hoarsely, my voice choking with

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

I halted her, saying,

fixed on me.

today? “You know, just to give

seconds, she shook her head as she replied, “No, not today. He’s too weak to leave

“Like when?”

whenever he’s fit.”

if he’s fit

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

give her a friendly face as well, and she noticed it.

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sorry; I didn’t mean to be rude. But

sighed in frustration, lifting her hands.

she told me and disappeared back into the room.