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, my

and I

my ears.

movements swift and

powerless. I drove my hands through my hair, still panicking, hoping that he would be okay. But I

to me. “Miss,

I can’t leave

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work on right now, and you can’t be

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

room. After shutting the door, I leaned against it, closing both

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

some 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 uncertainty. I couldn’t shake the image of Luke writhing in pain from my mind, his screams still echoing

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

felt like an eternity, the door to Luke’s 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 of hope.

I blurted out, my voice trembling

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

some rest

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

you,” I whispered hoarsely, my voice

faltering. “You’re welcome. If you

wanted to walk away, but I halted

turned around, eyes fixed on me.

home today? “You know, just

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

“Like when?”

don’t know, whenever he’s

what if he’s fit

answered. Her tone

a friendly face as well, and she

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to be rude. But

sentence as she sighed in frustration, lifting her hands.

place, excuse me,” she told me and disappeared back into the