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.

no pain, Ava. Just wake

No way.

here, in this hazy

to come back. This is not where you should

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

won't die,

Alive.

Alive means death—

enough. Wake up. Stop feeling sorry for

* * *

against my lids.

Ava.

my mind, comforting. Grounding. I try to

presses into my palm. The slight weight of her head resting on my hand. I turn my head slowly, painfully. She's there, silver fur shining, blue eyes bright with intelligence and

awake. Relief colors

heavy and thick. "What happened?" The

nuzzles into my arm. I want

name,

* * *

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

focus—white tiles,

relief

questions, one talking over

out?" I rasp, my throat

softly.

okay?" Lucas asks,

Lisa pipes

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

an entire process that leaves

feel stiff, atrophied. A needle pinches 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

cautions as I waver, dizzy. You've been

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

hole in my

"What happened to me?"

flows between us, a feeling

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

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

She's way too

Selene soothes, sensing my unease. This is natural

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