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

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

my ears.

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

I drove my hands through my hair, still panicking, hoping that he would be

nurses turned to me. “Miss, can you please leave

can’t leave

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on right now,

give a damn about her words. But the other individuals in the room all glanced at me, and they didn’t give me that friendly look.

door, I leaned against it,

right after that, I sniffled. This was

slow 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

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

Luke’s room swung open, and a nurse stepped out. My heart leaped into my throat as I scrambled to my feet, my eyes searching desperately for any sign of hope.

is he?” I blurted out, my voice trembling with

filled with kindness. “He’s going to be

some rest now.”

flooded through me like 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 eyes.

my voice choking

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

away, but I halted

fixed

to take him home today? “You know,

replied, “No, not today. He’s too weak to leave the hospital now. You can do that some

“Like when?”

whenever he’s

if he’s fit today?”

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

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

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mean to be rude. But

frustration, lifting her hands. Kind of silly, I’d

me,” she told me and disappeared back into the room.