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.

peaceful here, in this hazy

have to come back. This is not where you should

here, in this serenity of darkness. I feel pain, but it doesn't kill me. It

die, Ava. You're

Alive.

Alive means death—

Wake up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You

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

Ava.

try to speak

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

awake. Relief colors

and thick. "What happened?" The words

into my arm. I want to protest

my name, but I'm already

* * *

of a heart monitor. The chemical scent of disinfectant. Starched sheets rough against my skin. An IV pinches

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

Her relief

one talking over the other.

long was I out?" I

softly. We were

you okay?" Lucas asks, way

you feeling?" Lisa pipes up, from my

helps, bracing

entire process

stock. My limbs feel stiff, atrophied. A needle pinches my hand, connected to an IV pole with a few bags hanging off it. One of

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

waver, dizzy. You've been through a

trying to piece together how I

black hole

"What happened to me?"

between us, a feeling

wolf is trying to emerge. Do you feel any

be whole. But now, 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

She's way

soothes, sensing my unease. This is

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