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 chest heaving with panic.

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

my ears.

surrounded Luke, their movements swift and determined

hair, still panicking, hoping that he would be okay. But I tried to

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

I can’t leave my husband,” I

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on right now, and you

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

of the room. After shutting the door, I leaned against it, closing

my hands through my eyes, wiping them away. And right after that, I sniffled. This was me trying to be strong. I didn’t

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

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 what

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

I blurted out, my voice

filled with kindness. “He’s

some rest now.”

gripped me for the past hour. I sank back onto the bench, tears of gratitude welling up in my

whispered hoarsely, my voice choking

nodded, her smile never faltering. “You’re welcome. If you need anything,

away, but I halted her, saying, “Hold

eyes fixed

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

head as she replied, “No, not today. He’s too weak to leave the hospital now. You can do

“Like when?”

don’t know, whenever he’s fit.”

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,

face as

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to be

as she sighed in frustration,

me and