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 this

have to come back. This is not

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

won't die, Ava. You're

Alive.

Alive means death—

feeling sorry for yourself. You never

* * *

eyes crack open. They feel like sandpaper scraping against my lids. Everything is

Ava.

Grounding. I try to speak but my throat is

head resting on my hand. I turn my

Relief colors

tongue heavy and

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

my name, but I'm

* * *

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

I force them open. The ceiling swims into focus—white tiles, fluorescent

back. Her relief

are here. They're asking me questions, one talking over the

was I out?" I rasp, my throat

weeks, Selene whines softly. We were so

asks, way too close to

feeling?" Lisa pipes

Selene helps, bracing

entire process that leaves

pole with a few bags hanging off it. One of the bags looks like milk, and that

my waist.

cautions as I waver, dizzy. You've been

to piece together how I ended up here. Training with Jericho and Lisa. Collapsing on the couch.

hole in

"What happened to me?"

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 hand,

wolf

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 has yet to explain, and her ears flick as she licks

She's way too

my unease. This

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