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 back

No way.

here, in this hazy

to come back. This is not where you should

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

won't die, Ava.

Alive.

Alive means death—

feeling sorry for yourself. You never died. Wake.

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

Ava.

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

weight of her head resting on my hand. I turn

Relief

heavy and thick. "What happened?" The words scrape

nuzzles into my arm. I want to

calling my name,

* * *

of disinfectant. Starched sheets

are heavy but I force them open. The ceiling swims into focus—white tiles, fluorescent lights. A hospital.

Her relief

questions, one talking over the other. It's painful

was I out?" I rasp, my

Selene whines softly. We were

you okay?" Lucas asks,

pipes up,

weak and uncooperative. Selene helps, bracing her body against mine, and both Lisa and Lucas rest their hands on

process that leaves

feel stiff, atrophied. A needle pinches my hand, connected to an IV pole with a few bags hanging off it. One of the bags looks like milk, and that one's connected to yet another IV line in the elbow of my other

my waist. My hair

as I waver, dizzy.

back, trying to piece together how I ended up here.

black hole in

"What happened to me?"

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

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

the moon. To be whole. But now, with all the strangeness surrounding my heritage, the idea fills me with trepidation. I flick a glance toward

She's way too big

sensing my unease. This is natural for

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