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.

Luke; he’s in pain; something’s wrong,” I gasped out, my

into the room, and

my ears.

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

I drove my hands through my hair, still

“Miss,

I can’t leave my husband,” I

ROAD TO

have something to work on right now, and

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

I leaned against it, closing both of my eyes really tight. I burst

This was me trying to be strong. I didn’t want to

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 of Luke writhing

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,

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

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

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

some rest

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

hoarsely, my

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

wanted to walk away, but I halted

fixed on

today?

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?”

young man rest,” she answered. Her tone wasn’t friendly, but it wasn’t rude either.

her a friendly face as well, and she

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didn’t mean to

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

told me and