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.

be no pain, Ava. Just wake up.

No way.

in

back. This is not where you should

serenity of darkness. I feel pain, but

won't die, Ava.

Alive.

Alive means death—

feeling sorry for yourself. You

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like sandpaper scraping against my lids. Everything is blurry, shapes indistinct.

Ava.

my mind, comforting. Grounding. I try to

her head resting on my hand. I turn my head slowly,

awake. Relief colors her

heavy and thick. "What

into my arm. I want

my name,

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

swims into focus—white tiles, fluorescent

Her relief washes

They're asking me questions, one talking

long was I out?" I rasp, my throat

softly. We were so

okay?" Lucas asks, way

you feeling?" Lisa pipes

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

entire process that leaves

bags hanging off it. One of the bags looks like milk, and that one's connected to

waist. My hair is lank and greasy

cautions as I waver, dizzy. You've

I ended up here.

yawning black hole

"What happened to me?"

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

sure. Vanessa thinks your wolf is trying

me with trepidation. I flick a glance

She's way too big

soothes, sensing my unease.

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