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

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

my ears.

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

watching them, feeling utterly powerless. I drove my hands through my hair, still panicking, hoping

“Miss,

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

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

damn about her words. But the other

door, I leaned against it, closing both of

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

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

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

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

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

rest now.”

uncertainty that had gripped me for the past hour. I sank back onto the bench, tears

I whispered hoarsely, my voice choking with emotion.

her smile never faltering. “You’re welcome. If you need anything, just let us know.”

to walk away, but I

fixed

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

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

“Like when?”

don’t know, whenever he’s

if he’s

no questions. Just let the young man rest,” she answered. Her tone wasn’t friendly, but it

didn’t give her a friendly face as well, and

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to

finish her sentence as she sighed in frustration, lifting her hands. Kind

place, excuse me,” she told me