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. Come

No way.

here, in this hazy

come back. This is

I feel pain, but it doesn't kill me. It

won't die, Ava.

Alive.

Alive means death—

sorry

* * *

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

Ava.

comforting. Grounding. I try to speak but my throat is parched, voice a ragged whisper.

head resting on my hand. I turn my head

Relief colors

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

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

my name,

* * *

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

force them open. The ceiling swims into focus—white tiles, fluorescent lights. A hospital. Selene

relief washes

me questions, one talking over the other.

out?" I rasp, my throat raw from

Selene whines softly.

Lucas asks, way too

feeling?" 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, and both

entire process that leaves me

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

around my waist. My hair is lank and greasy

waver, dizzy.

to piece together how I ended up here. Training

hole

"What happened to me?"

flows between us, a feeling of comfort, and the urge to press

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

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

not. She's way too big

sensing my unease.

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