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.

will be no pain, Ava. Just wake

No way.

here, in this

This

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

die,

Alive.

Alive means death—

Stop feeling sorry

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like sandpaper scraping against my lids. Everything is blurry,

Ava.

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

wet nose presses 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 eyes

awake. Relief

my tongue heavy and thick. "What happened?"

Rest now. She nuzzles into my arm. I want

my name, but I'm

* * *

of a heart 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 lights. A hospital. Selene is curled up beside me,

relief washes over

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

I rasp, my

weeks, Selene whines softly. We were

asks, way too close to

are you feeling?" Lisa pipes up, from my

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

an entire process that

upright, 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

cautions as I waver, dizzy. You've been

mind back, trying to piece together how I

yawning black hole in my

"What happened to me?"

reaches for my face, his fingers hesitant and gentle against my skin. Warmth flows between us, a

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

with trepidation. I flick a glance toward my wolf, disguised as a husky for

way too

my

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