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.

Ava. Just wake up. Come

No way.

here, in this hazy

This

darkness. I feel pain, but it doesn't kill me. It isn't enough to kill

die,

Alive.

Alive means death—

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

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open. They feel like sandpaper scraping against my

Ava.

mind, comforting. Grounding. I try to speak but my throat

weight of her head resting on my hand. I turn

Relief colors

tongue heavy and thick.

arm. I want to protest but exhaustion drags

name, but I'm

* * *

returns gradually. The steady beep of a heart monitor. The chemical scent of disinfectant.

force them open. The ceiling swims into focus—white tiles, fluorescent lights. A hospital. Selene is curled

Her relief

They're asking me questions, one talking over the other. It's

long was I out?" I

weeks, Selene whines softly. We

you okay?" Lucas asks, way too close

feeling?" Lisa pipes up,

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

entire process that

atrophied. A needle pinches my hand, connected to an IV pole with a few bags hanging off

hospital gown, blankets pooled around my waist. My hair

Selene cautions as I waver, dizzy. You've

piece together how I ended up here. Training with Jericho and

black hole

"What happened to me?"

hesitant and gentle against my skin. Warmth flows between us, a feeling of comfort, and the urge to press my cheek into

thinks your wolf is trying to emerge.

surrounding my heritage, 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

not. She's way too big for

Selene soothes, sensing my unease. This is

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