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.

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

into the room, and I followed

my ears.

medical team surrounded Luke, their movements swift and determined as they

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

the nurses turned to me. “Miss, can you

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

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work on right now, and you can’t be here. I’m sorry.”

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

I leaned against it, closing both of my eyes really tight. I burst

This was me trying to be strong.

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

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

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.

okay? “How is he?” I blurted out, my

filled with kindness. “He’s going to

rest now.”

the fear and uncertainty that had gripped me for the

whispered hoarsely, my voice choking

“You’re welcome. If you need anything, just let us know.”

wanted to walk away, but I

around, eyes fixed on me. “Yes?”

take him home today? “You know, just to give him some rest.”

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

“Like when?”

know, whenever

what if he’s

she answered. Her tone wasn’t friendly, but it wasn’t rude

didn’t give her a friendly face

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mean to

couldn’t finish her sentence as she sighed in frustration, lifting her

me,” she told me and disappeared