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

into the room, and I followed closely behind,

my ears.

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

feeling utterly powerless. I drove my hands through my hair,

turned to me. “Miss, can you please leave

sorry, but I can’t leave my husband,”

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have something to work on right

other individuals in the room all glanced at me,

I leaned

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

slow steps, I sat on the hard bench outside the 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

myself 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

stepped out. My heart leaped into my throat as I scrambled to my feet, my eyes searching desperately for any sign of hope.

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

filled with kindness.

some rest

me for the past hour. I sank back onto the bench, tears

my voice choking with emotion.

never faltering. “You’re welcome. If you need anything, just let

away, but I halted her,

around, eyes fixed on me.

today? “You know, just to give him some

at 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

if he’s

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

friendly face as well, and she noticed it.

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didn’t mean to

as she sighed in frustration, lifting her hands. Kind

me,” she told me and disappeared