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.

peaceful here, in this hazy

This is not where

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

won't die,

Alive.

Alive means death—

sorry for yourself. You never

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

Ava.

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

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

Relief colors

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

She nuzzles into my arm. I want to protest but exhaustion

name, but I'm

* * *

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

ceiling swims into focus—white tiles, fluorescent lights. A hospital. Selene is

relief washes over

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

I

whines softly. We were so

asks, way too close

Lisa pipes up,

punch to the gut. I struggle to sit up, my muscles weak and uncooperative. Selene helps,

process that leaves me

connected to an IV 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 elbow of my

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

as I waver, dizzy. You've

how I

hole

"What happened to me?"

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

your wolf is trying to emerge. Do you feel any

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

not. She's way

my unease. This is natural

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