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.

Just wake up. Come

No way.

peaceful here, in this

back. This is not where you

serenity of darkness. I feel pain,

die,

Alive.

Alive means death—

feeling sorry for yourself. You never died.

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against my lids. Everything

Ava.

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

resting on my hand. I turn my head slowly, painfully. She's there, silver fur shining,

awake. Relief

dryly, my tongue heavy and

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

calling my name, but I'm already

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heart monitor. The chemical scent of disinfectant. Starched sheets rough against my skin. An

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

Her relief washes

They're asking me questions, one talking over the other. It's painful to my

long was I out?" I rasp,

Selene whines softly. We were

you okay?" Lucas asks, way too

are you feeling?" Lisa pipes up, from

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

entire process that

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

my waist. My hair is lank and

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

hole in

"What happened to me?"

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

thinks your wolf

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

way too

be afraid, Selene soothes, sensing my unease. This

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