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.

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

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

my ears.

medical team surrounded Luke, their movements swift and determined as they worked to ease his suffering.

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

of the nurses turned to me. “Miss, can you

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

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to.“We have something to work on right now, and you can’t be here. I’m

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

This was me trying to be strong. I didn’t want to let the asthenic side

passing minute felt like an eternity, filled with

tightly, trying to ward off the chill that seemed to seep into my bones despite the warmth of the hospital hallway. Each passing moment felt like a lifetime, and I couldn’t help but replay the events in my mind, wondering

out. My heart leaped into

blurted out,

a reassuring smile, her eyes filled with kindness.

some rest now.”

and uncertainty that had gripped me for

I whispered hoarsely, my voice choking with emotion.

never faltering. “You’re welcome. If you

I halted her,

around, eyes fixed

I be able to take him home today? “You know, just to

replied, “No, not today. He’s too weak to leave the hospital now. You can do that some other

“Like when?”

whenever he’s fit.”

what if he’s fit

Her tone wasn’t friendly, but it wasn’t

friendly face

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didn’t mean to be rude. But it’s

as she sighed in frustration, lifting her

told me