23 DRENCHED BY DOLOR

  ARIEL'S POV   Luke and I stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, and I noticed a woman sitting close to him, deep in prayer. It wouldn't be a bad idea if he joined her. He needed to pray too, so God could give him a sense of how to handle situations in his life.   By the way, I wondered why he was at the hospital. The expression on his face wasn't reassuring, and I must admit, this was the first time I had seen him like this. Or was it? I couldn't recall.   I continued to gaze at Luke, but he shifted his gaze away from me, and I followed suit without hesitation.   "Ma'am, please have a seat. We're already taking care of that little girl. She will be alright; there is no need to worry," the nurse assured me. She was the one who directed me to this bench.   "Could you find me another place to sit? I don't think I'll be too comfortable here," I said to the nurse, though my eyes remained fixed on Luke. He also looked at me, aware of what I was referring to.