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

No way.

in this

to come back. This is not where you should

I'm here, in this serenity of darkness. I feel pain, but it doesn't kill

won't die, Ava. You're

Alive.

Alive means death—

sorry for yourself. You never died. Wake.

* * *

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

Ava.

comforting. Grounding. I try to speak but my

palm. The slight weight of her head resting on my hand. I turn my head slowly,

awake. Relief colors

heavy and thick. "What happened?"

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

my name, but I'm

* * *

of disinfectant. Starched sheets rough against my skin. An IV pinches the

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

relief washes over

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

was I out?" I rasp, my throat raw

Selene whines softly. We were so

Lucas asks, way too

feeling?" Lisa pipes

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 until I'm

an entire process that leaves

hanging off it. One of the bags looks like milk, and that

pooled around my waist.

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

to piece together how I ended up here. Training with Jericho and Lisa. Collapsing

black hole in

"What happened to me?"

against my skin. Warmth flows between us, a feeling of comfort, and the urge to press my cheek into his hand, nuzzling

don't know for sure. Vanessa thinks your wolf is trying to emerge. Do you

But now, with all the strangeness surrounding my heritage, the idea fills me with trepidation. I flick a glance toward my wolf, disguised as a husky for

She's way

my unease. This is

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