Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 365 Ava: Exhausted

"Hold still." Vanessa's voice carries that stern edge I've come to associate with her healer mode as she slides a needle into my arm. "Your veins are collapsing. That's not good."

"I've been drinking water." The defense sounds weak even to my ears. Especially since I almost collapsed this morning, after nine days of nonstop purification. Marcus dragged me straight to the hospital, berating me the entire time for not taking care of myself.

To be fair, I didn't feel any worse than usual today. Not until the first round of taint cleansing.

"Not enough." She connects the IV line with practiced efficiency. "Your body's burning through resources faster than you're replacing them. These purifications are taking more out of you than you realize."

The fluid starts its slow drip into my veins. The bedroom feels too quiet, too still. Lucas and I are never here during the day anymore; we're both too busy. Even Selene and Grimoire have gone silent, probably sensing my exhaustion.

"I had three full bottles today."

"And you purified four sites yesterday over five miles." Vanessa checks my pulse, her fingers cool against my wrist. "I don't have the data to back this up, but I'm going to go on record and say it's like running four marathons back-to-back without refueling. Your electrolytes are dangerously low."

"But—"

"No buts." She pulls up a chair beside the bed. "Judging from your symptoms, the potassium levels in your blood are concerning. And when's the last time you ate a full meal outside of dinner?"

I have to think about that one. "Breakfast?"

"A piece of toast and a bit of jam isn't breakfast." Vanessa's voice softens. "The magic you're channeling requires fuel. Real fuel. And these purifications... they're not just cleaning the taint, right? You said they're drawing on your own magic to transform it."

Grimacing, I settle further back into my pillows. I've been trying to take care of myself, but I never really factored in things like electrolytes. That explains the bone-deep exhaustion. "How long do I need to stay here?"

"Until this bag is empty." She pats the bag and a tiny glass jar hanging beside it. "And you're going to eat the soup Kellan's bringing. All of it. Elverly swears by it. Says it's her mother's recipe."

"I will. I promise."

Vanessa adjusts the drip rate. "He'd have kittens if he knew how far

we're not telling

an eyebrow at my strangled protest. "Doctor-patient confidentiality doesn't

"I'm not—"

blood chemistry in ways we don't fully understand. Maybe it's just that

in my head. It's my fault. I should have monitored you better. Your body isn't used to the amount of magic you're

my head since I

"What does that mean?"

careful. Monitor you more closely." Vanessa pulls out a small notebook.

"That seems excessive."

you barely conscious after pushing yourself to the brink." She scribbles something in her notes. "You're not just dealing with

"I can't just stop. The

to pace yourself." She looks up from her notes. "What good are you to anyone if

as I shift position, proving her point. "How long until I can get

twenty-four hours." She holds up a hand before I can protest. "Non-negotiable. Your

into my arm, each drop a reminder of my limitations. Outside, I hear the bustle of pack life continuing without me. Voices carry through the window, wolves going about their duties while I'm stuck here in

her voice gentler now. "But you're not helping anyone by running

know." It isn't that I disagree with her, or think she's wrong. I know

one able to deal with it—how am I supposed to pace myself, when I'm

feels like

warmth is a welcome; even with the wood stove stoked high and the relatively

the next— She presses her

her thick ruff, seeking

You're not fine.

too much magic for that last purification. But it wouldn't have

need is them tag-teaming me with