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 chest

the room, and I followed

my ears.

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

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

to me. “Miss, can you

leave my husband,” I responded.

THE ROAD TO HEALING

on right

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

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

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.

the hard bench outside the room, and time seemed to stretch on endlessly. Every passing minute felt like an eternity, filled with

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

to Luke’s room swung open, and a nurse stepped out. My heart leaped into

“How is he?” I blurted out,

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

rest now.”

me like a tidal wave, washing away the fear and uncertainty that had gripped me for the past hour.

I whispered hoarsely, my voice choking with emotion.

nurse nodded, her smile never faltering. “You’re welcome. If

away, but I halted her, saying, “Hold on.”

turned around, eyes fixed

today? “You know, just to give him some

not today. He’s too weak to leave the

“Like when?”

don’t know, whenever

he’s fit

no questions. Just let the young man rest,” she answered. Her tone wasn’t friendly, but it wasn’t rude either. Well, sort of

a friendly face as well,

ROAD

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didn’t mean to

sentence as she sighed in frustration, lifting her hands. Kind of silly,

she told me