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.

I gasped out, my chest heaving with panic.

into the room, and

my ears.

surrounded Luke, their movements swift and determined as they

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

me. “Miss, can you please leave the room?”

but I can’t leave my husband,” I

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other individuals in the room all

turned around and slowly walked out of the room. After shutting the door, I leaned against it, closing both of my

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

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

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 could have caused Luke’s sudden agony.

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

okay? “How is he?” I blurted

eyes filled with kindness. “He’s

some rest now.”

that had gripped me for the past

whispered hoarsely, my voice choking with

smile never faltering. “You’re welcome. If you need

away, but I

turned around, eyes fixed on me. “Yes?”

today? “You know, just to give him

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

if he’s fit

questions. Just let the young man rest,” she answered. Her tone wasn’t friendly, but it wasn’t

face as well, and she

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sorry; I didn’t mean to be rude. But it’s

finish her sentence as she sighed in frustration,

place, excuse me,” she told me and disappeared back into