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.

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

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

my ears.

their movements swift and determined as they worked to ease his suffering.

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

the nurses turned to me. “Miss, can you please leave

can’t leave my husband,” I responded.

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

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

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

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 the best of me.

like an eternity, filled

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

and a nurse stepped out. My heart leaped into my throat as I scrambled to my feet, my eyes

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

eyes filled with kindness. “He’s going

rest

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

hoarsely, my

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

away, but I halted her,

around, eyes fixed on me.

be able to take him home today?

at me for seconds, she shook her head as she replied, “No, not today.

“Like when?”

whenever

what if he’s

no questions. Just let the young man rest,” she answered. Her tone

her a friendly face as well, and

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mean to be rude.

in frustration, lifting her hands. Kind

she told me and disappeared back