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.

pain, Ava. Just wake

No way.

here, in this

come back. This is

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

die, Ava.

Alive.

Alive means death—

Stop feeling sorry

* * *

They feel like sandpaper scraping against my lids. Everything is blurry,

Ava.

honey in my mind, comforting. Grounding. I try to speak but my

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

awake. Relief colors

heavy and thick. "What happened?"

arm. I want to protest but

name,

* * *

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

eyelids are heavy but I force them open. The ceiling swims into focus—white tiles, fluorescent lights. A hospital. Selene is curled up beside me,

Her relief

and Lisa are here. They're asking me questions, one

out?" I rasp, my throat raw

Selene whines softly. We were so

asks, way too close

Lisa pipes up, from my other

like a punch to the gut. I struggle to sit up, my muscles weak and uncooperative. Selene helps, bracing her body against mine,

process that leaves

with a few bags hanging off it. One of the

pooled around my waist. My

cautions as I waver, dizzy. You've been through

the century. I cast my mind back, trying to piece together how I ended up here. Training with Jericho

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

sure. Vanessa thinks your wolf is trying to emerge. Do you feel any

the idea fills me with trepidation. I flick a glance toward my wolf, disguised as a

way too big for

Selene soothes, sensing my

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