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 chest heaving with panic.

the room, and I

my ears.

movements swift

I drove my hands through my hair, still panicking, hoping that

turned to me. “Miss, can

leave my husband,” I responded.

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to work on right now, and you can’t

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

out of the room. After shutting the door, I leaned against it, closing both of my eyes really

hands through my eyes, wiping 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

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,

chill that seemed to seep into my bones despite the warmth of the hospital hallway. Each passing moment felt

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

is he?” I blurted out, my voice

nurse offered me a reassuring smile, her eyes filled with kindness.

rest now.”

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

my voice choking with emotion.

faltering. “You’re welcome. If you need anything,

I halted her, saying, “Hold

around, eyes fixed on me.

him home today? “You know, just to give him

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

“Like when?”

whenever

he’s fit

questions. Just let the young man rest,” she answered. Her tone wasn’t friendly,

didn’t give her a friendly face as

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sorry; I didn’t mean to be rude. But

sighed in frustration,

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