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.

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

and I followed closely behind, my heart

my ears.

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

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

“Miss, can you please leave the

leave my husband,” I

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have something to work on right now, and you

But the other individuals

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

wiping them away. And right after that, I sniffled. This was me trying to be strong.

an eternity, filled with worry and

hugged myself tightly, trying to ward off the chill that seemed to seep into my bones despite the warmth of the hospital hallway. Each passing

open, and a nurse stepped out. My heart leaped into my throat as I scrambled to my

he?” I blurted out, my voice trembling

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

rest now.”

a tidal wave, washing away the fear and uncertainty that had gripped me for the past hour. I sank back onto the bench, tears of gratitude welling up in my

you,” I whispered hoarsely, my voice

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

to walk away, but I halted her, saying,

fixed on

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

her head as she replied, “No, not today. He’s too

“Like when?”

don’t know, whenever he’s

if he’s

Her tone wasn’t friendly, but it wasn’t rude either. Well, sort of rude.

friendly face as well, and

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sorry; I didn’t mean to

couldn’t finish her sentence as she sighed in frustration, lifting her hands. Kind of silly,

me,” she told me and