Chapter 112 Ava: Waking Up

Darkness.

Light.

So cold.

It burns.

My lungs ache.

Something's holding me down.

There are whispers. Prayers, I think.

Chaos reigns in this hazy world. Something beeps incessantly.

I'm sweating. My hands are too warm.

… up.

What's that?

… Ava, you…

Who's that?

… can you hear me?

I struggle to reach the voice that calls me, but something sucks me away again.

Frustration simmers, but I'm too tired to fight it.

Ava, you have to wake up.

There it is again.

I know you can hear me, because I can finally hear you.

Hear me? Hear me what? Am I talking?

Yes.

No, I don't think I'm talking. I'm too tired. My body is crushed beneath the earth. Fire ate every last bit of me. I drowned. The air was sucked away.

You're alive. You're asleep in the hospital. You're just fine. You just need to wake up.

No, no.

No, no, no.

Waking is pain.

I remember the pain.

no pain, Ava. Just wake up. Come back to

No way.

in

come back. This is

place for me? But I'm here, in this serenity of darkness. I feel pain,

die, Ava. You're

Alive.

Alive means death—

that's enough. Wake up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You never died. Wake.

* * *

feel like sandpaper scraping against

Ava.

voice is warm honey in my mind, comforting. Grounding. I try to speak

head resting on my hand. I turn my head slowly, painfully. She's there, silver fur shining, blue eyes bright with intelligence and

awake. Relief

swallow dryly, my tongue heavy and thick. "What happened?" The words

into my arm. I want to

name, but

* * *

returns gradually. The steady beep of a heart monitor. The chemical scent of disinfectant. Starched sheets rough against

The ceiling swims into focus—white tiles, fluorescent lights. A hospital. Selene is curled up beside me, a comforting

relief washes

and Lisa are here. They're asking me questions, one talking

I out?" I rasp, my throat raw

whines softly. We were

you okay?" Lucas asks, way too close to

Lisa pipes up, from

gut. I struggle to sit up, my muscles weak and uncooperative. Selene helps, bracing her body against mine, and both

entire process that

pole with a few bags hanging off it. One of the bags looks like milk, and that one's connected to yet another IV line in the

hospital gown, blankets pooled around my waist. My hair is lank and greasy against

waver, dizzy. You've been

I ended up here. Training with Jericho and Lisa. Collapsing on the couch. Then...

black hole

"What happened to me?"

against my skin. Warmth flows between us, a

know for sure. Vanessa thinks your wolf is trying to emerge. Do you

I flick a glance toward my wolf, disguised as a husky for a reason she has yet to explain, and her ears flick

not. She's way too

be afraid, Selene soothes, sensing my unease. This is

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