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, listen to me; just breathe, okay? Everything will be alright," I murmured, my words sounding feeble even to my