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 chest heaving with panic.

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

my ears.

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

feeling utterly powerless. I drove my hands through my hair, still panicking, hoping that he would be okay. But I tried to keep myself together.

nurses turned to me. “Miss,

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

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

a damn about her words. But the other individuals in the

room. After shutting the door, I leaned against it, closing both of my eyes really tight. I burst

I drove my hands through my eyes, wiping them away. And right after that, I sniffled. This was me

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 of Luke writhing in pain from my mind,

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 help but replay the events in my mind, wondering what could have caused

room swung open, and a nurse stepped out. My heart leaped into

“How is he?” I blurted out, my

filled with kindness. “He’s going to be alright. He just

some rest

tidal wave, washing away the fear and uncertainty that had gripped me for the past hour. I sank

hoarsely, my voice choking

nurse nodded, her smile never faltering. “You’re welcome. If you need anything, just

away, but I halted her, saying, “Hold on.”

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

home today? “You know, just to give him some rest.”

she replied, “No, not today.

“Like when?”

whenever

he’s

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

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

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mean to be rude. But it’s

sighed in frustration, lifting her hands. Kind of silly,

me and