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.

pain, Ava. Just wake up. Come back

No way.

here, in this hazy

you have to come back. This is not

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

die, Ava.

Alive.

Alive means death—

Stop feeling sorry

* * *

scraping against my

Ava.

mind, comforting. Grounding. I try to speak but

resting on my hand. I turn my head slowly,

awake. Relief

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

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

name, but I'm

* * *

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

eyelids are heavy but I force them open. The ceiling swims into focus—white tiles, fluorescent lights. A hospital. Selene is curled up beside me,

back. Her relief washes

questions, one talking over

I out?" I

softly. We were so

you okay?" Lucas asks,

are you feeling?" Lisa pipes up, from my

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 Lisa and Lucas rest their hands on my back

an entire process that

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

around my waist. My hair is lank and greasy against

Selene cautions as I waver, dizzy.

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

black hole in my

"What happened to me?"

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

sure. Vanessa thinks your wolf

run beneath 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 my wolf, disguised as a husky for a reason she has yet to explain, and her ears flick as she licks

not. She's way too big for

my unease.

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