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.

in this

have to come back. This is not

I feel pain, but it doesn't kill

die, Ava. You're

Alive.

Alive means death—

sorry for yourself. You never died.

* * *

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

Ava.

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

of her head resting on my hand. I turn my head slowly, painfully. She's

awake. Relief colors

heavy and thick. "What happened?" The words

Rest now. She nuzzles into my arm. I want to protest

my name, but I'm

* * *

The steady beep of a heart monitor. The chemical scent of disinfectant. Starched sheets rough against my skin. An IV pinches the back of my

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

relief washes over

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

I rasp, my throat

whines softly.

you okay?" Lucas asks, way too close to

Lisa pipes up,

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

entire process that leaves me

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

in a hospital gown, blankets pooled around my waist. My

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

the century. I cast my mind back, trying to piece together how I ended up here. Training with Jericho and Lisa. Collapsing

black hole in

"What happened to me?"

reaches for my face, his fingers hesitant and gentle against my skin. Warmth flows between us, a feeling of comfort, and the urge to

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

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

She's way too big for

sensing my

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