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.

will be no pain, Ava. Just wake up. Come back

No way.

in

back. This is

I'm here, in this serenity of darkness. I feel pain, but

die, Ava. You're

Alive.

Alive means death—

enough. Wake up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You never

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scraping against my lids. Everything

Ava.

try to speak but my throat is parched, voice a

into my palm. The slight weight of her head resting on my hand. I turn my head slowly, painfully. She's there,

awake. Relief colors

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

nuzzles into my arm. I want to protest but

calling my name, but I'm already

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scent of disinfectant. Starched sheets rough

focus—white

relief washes

me questions, one talking over the other. It's painful to my

long was I out?" I

weeks, Selene whines softly. We were

asks, way too close

pipes up, from my other

hits me like a punch to the gut. I struggle to sit up, my muscles weak and uncooperative. Selene helps, bracing her body against mine, and both Lisa and Lucas rest their hands on my back to lead me up until

process that

IV pole with a few bags hanging off it. One of

blankets pooled around my waist. My hair is lank and greasy

Selene cautions as I waver,

back, trying to piece together how I ended up here. Training

black hole in my

"What happened to me?"

between us, a feeling of comfort, and the urge to press my cheek into his hand, nuzzling

thinks your wolf is trying to emerge. Do

the idea fills me with trepidation. I flick a glance toward my wolf, disguised as a husky for a reason she has yet to explain, and her ears flick as she licks my

She's way too big

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

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