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

have to come back. This is not where

darkness. I feel pain, but

won't die, Ava. You're

Alive.

Alive means death—

that's enough. Wake up. Stop feeling sorry

* * *

scraping against my

Ava.

comforting. Grounding. I try to speak but my throat

hand. I turn

Relief colors her

heavy and thick. "What happened?" The

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

name, but I'm already

* * *

The chemical scent of disinfectant. Starched sheets rough against my skin. An IV pinches the

into focus—white tiles, fluorescent lights. A hospital. Selene is curled up beside me,

Her relief washes

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

out?" I rasp, my throat raw

whines softly.

Lucas asks, way too close

feeling?" Lisa pipes up, from my

up, my muscles weak and uncooperative. Selene helps, bracing her body against mine, and both Lisa

process that leaves

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

pooled around my waist. My hair is lank and greasy against

waver, dizzy. You've

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

hole in

"What happened to me?"

fingers hesitant and gentle against my skin. Warmth flows between us, a

your wolf is trying to emerge. Do you feel

moon. To be 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 my face, settling into my lap as though she's

not. She's way too big

sensing my

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