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.

wrong,” I gasped out, my

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

my ears.

surrounded Luke, their movements swift and determined as they worked to ease

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

to me. “Miss, can you

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

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to work on right now, and you can’t be

a damn about her words. But the other

the door, I leaned against it, closing

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

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 in

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

and a nurse stepped out. My heart leaped

I blurted out, my voice trembling with

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

some rest now.”

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

whispered hoarsely, my

her smile never faltering. “You’re welcome. If you need anything,

to walk away, but I halted

fixed on me.

today? “You know, just to give him some

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

“Like when?”

know, whenever

if he’s

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

her a friendly face as well, and she

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sorry; I didn’t mean to be rude. But

sighed in frustration, lifting her hands. Kind of

place, excuse me,” she told me