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 up.

No way.

in this

you have to come back. This is not where you

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

won't die,

Alive.

Alive means death—

that's enough. Wake up. Stop feeling sorry

* * *

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

Ava.

is warm honey in my mind, comforting. Grounding. I try to

of her head resting on my hand. I

Relief colors

tongue heavy and thick. "What

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

calling my name, but I'm

* * *

gradually. The steady beep of a heart monitor. The chemical scent of disinfectant. Starched sheets rough against my skin.

The ceiling swims into focus—white tiles, fluorescent lights.

back. Her relief washes

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

I rasp, my throat

weeks, Selene whines softly. We

asks,

Lisa pipes

to sit up, my muscles weak and uncooperative. Selene helps, bracing her

process

needle pinches my hand, connected to an IV pole with a few bags hanging off

my waist. My hair is lank and

cautions as I waver, dizzy. You've been through

together how I ended up here. Training with Jericho and Lisa. Collapsing on

yawning black hole

"What happened to me?"

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

sure. Vanessa thinks your wolf is

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 big

my

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