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.

something’s wrong,” I gasped out, my chest

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

my ears.

as the medical team surrounded Luke, their movements

hair, still panicking, hoping that he

“Miss, can you please leave the room?”

leave my husband,” I responded.

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have something to work on right

a damn about her words. But the other individuals in the room all

shutting the door, I leaned against it, closing both of my eyes

This was me trying to be strong.

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

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

stepped out. My heart leaped into my

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

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

some rest

had gripped me for the past hour.

whispered hoarsely, my voice

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

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

fixed

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

me for seconds, she shook her head as she replied, “No, not today. He’s too weak to leave the

“Like when?”

whenever he’s fit.”

what if he’s fit today?”

rest,” she answered. Her tone wasn’t friendly, but it wasn’t rude either. Well, sort of rude.

friendly face as well,

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didn’t mean to

as she sighed in frustration, lifting

me,” she told me