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.

here, in this

This is not

me? But I'm here, in this serenity of darkness. I feel pain,

die, Ava. You're

Alive.

Alive means death—

sorry for

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open. They feel like sandpaper scraping against my lids. Everything

Ava.

try to speak but my throat is parched, voice a ragged

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

awake. Relief colors

my tongue heavy and thick. "What happened?" The

my arm. I want to protest

calling my name, but I'm already

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

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

back. Her relief washes

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

I out?" I rasp, my

weeks, Selene whines softly. We were so

okay?" Lucas asks, way too close

pipes

to sit up, my muscles weak and uncooperative. Selene helps, bracing her body against mine, and both Lisa and Lucas rest their hands

an entire process that

to an IV pole with a few bags hanging off it. One of the bags looks

my waist. My hair is lank

I waver, dizzy. You've been through a

how I

hole in

"What happened to me?"

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

wolf is

my heritage, the idea fills me with trepidation. I flick a glance toward my wolf, disguised as a husky for a reason

She's way too big for

afraid, Selene soothes, sensing my unease. This is

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