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 up.

No way.

here, in this

come back. This is not where you should

I feel pain, but it

won't die, Ava.

Alive.

Alive means death—

Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You never

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against my lids. Everything is blurry, shapes indistinct.

Ava.

Grounding. I try to speak but my

resting on my hand. I turn my head slowly, painfully.

awake. Relief colors her

tongue heavy and thick. "What happened?"

my arm. I want to

my name, but I'm

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The chemical scent of disinfectant.

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

back. Her relief washes over

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

was I out?" I

whines softly.

asks,

pipes up,

news hits me like a punch to the gut. I struggle to sit up, my muscles weak and uncooperative. Selene helps, bracing her body

an entire process that leaves

pole with a few bags hanging off it. One of the bags looks like milk,

around my waist. My hair is

cautions as I waver,

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

hole

"What happened to me?"

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

wolf is trying to emerge. Do you feel

long, I yearned to shift, to run beneath the moon. To be whole. 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 a reason she has yet

way too

sensing my

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