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 heaving with

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

my ears.

medical team surrounded Luke, their movements swift and determined as they

just watching them, feeling utterly powerless. I drove my hands through my hair, still panicking, hoping that he would be okay. But I

turned to me. “Miss, can you

sorry, but I can’t leave my husband,”

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right now, and you can’t be here. I’m

her words. But the other individuals in the room all glanced at

walked out of the room. After shutting the door, I leaned against it, closing both of my eyes really tight. I burst into tears immediately.

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

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 of Luke writhing in pain from my mind, his screams still

Each passing moment

and a nurse stepped out. My heart leaped into my throat

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

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

some rest now.”

had gripped me for the past hour. I sank back onto the bench, tears of gratitude

I whispered hoarsely, my voice choking with

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

to walk away, but I halted her,

fixed

today? “You know,

at me for seconds, she shook her head as she replied, “No, not today. He’s

“Like when?”

don’t know, whenever he’s fit.”

what if he’s

man rest,” she answered. Her tone wasn’t friendly,

friendly face as well, and she

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to be rude.

in frustration, lifting her hands. Kind of silly, I’d

told me and disappeared back