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.

Ava. Just wake up. Come back

No way.

peaceful here, in

come back. This is not

here, in this serenity of darkness. I feel pain, but it doesn't kill me. It isn't enough to kill

die, Ava. You're

Alive.

Alive means death—

Stop feeling sorry

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open. They feel like sandpaper scraping against my lids. Everything is blurry,

Ava.

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

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

awake. Relief

and thick. "What happened?" The words

arm. I want

name, but I'm

* * *

disinfectant. Starched sheets rough against my

heavy but I force them open. The ceiling swims into focus—white tiles,

relief washes

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

I out?" I rasp, my throat

whines softly. We

Lucas asks, way too close

Lisa pipes up, from

weeks. The news hits me 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 to lead me up

process that leaves

few bags hanging off it. One

waist. My hair is

cautions as I waver, dizzy.

of the century. I cast my mind back, trying to piece together how I

hole in my

"What happened to me?"

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

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

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

way

my

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