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 this

This is not where you

darkness. I feel pain, but it doesn't kill

won't die, Ava.

Alive.

Alive means death—

that's enough. Wake up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You

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open. They feel like sandpaper scraping against my lids. Everything is blurry, shapes indistinct. White.

Ava.

voice is warm honey in my mind, comforting. Grounding. I try to speak but my throat is parched, voice a ragged whisper.

The slight weight of her head resting on my hand. I turn my

Relief colors her

tongue heavy and thick. "What happened?" The words

my arm. I want to protest

my name, but I'm already

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

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

Her relief washes over

and Lisa are here. They're asking me questions, one talking over the other. It's

I rasp, my

whines softly. We were

okay?" Lucas asks, way too close to

Lisa pipes up, from

helps,

process

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

pooled around my waist. My hair

Selene cautions as I waver, dizzy.

I ended up here. Training with Jericho and Lisa.

black hole

"What happened to me?"

his fingers hesitant and gentle against my skin. Warmth flows between us, a feeling of comfort, and the urge to

know for sure. Vanessa thinks your wolf

with all the strangeness 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 her ears flick as she licks my face, settling into my lap as though she's a

not. She's way too big for

afraid, Selene soothes, sensing my

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