Tangled

Chapter 112

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.

1. up.

What’s that?

… Ava, you…

Who’s that?

can you hear me?

I struggle to reach the voice that calls me,

but

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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.

the pain.

be no pain, Ava. Just wake up. Come back to

1. me.

No way.

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Ava:

in this hazy

back. This

should be.

place for me? But I’m here, in this serenity of darkness. I feel pain, but it doesn’t

Ava. You’re alive.

Alive.

Alive means death-

Wake up. Stop feeling sorry for

***

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

Ava.

warm honey in my mind,

but my throat is parched,

into my palm. The slight weight of

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turn my head slowly, painfully. She’s there, silver

Relief colors her tone.

swallow dryly, my tongue heavy and thick.

arm. I want to protest

name, but

***

returns gradually. The steady beep of a heart monitor. The

sheets rough against my skin. An IV pinches

swims into focus–white tiles, fluorescent lights. A hospital. Selene is curled up

back. Her relief washes over me.

one talking over the

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I out?” I rasp, my throat raw

disuse.

whines softly. We

worried.

asks, way too close to me.

Lisa pipes up, from my other

a punch to the gut. I struggle to sit up, my muscles weak

rest

process that leaves

I take stock. My limbs

with a few bags hanging off it. One of the bags looks like milk, and that one’s connected to yet another IV line in the elbow of my

waist. My hair is lank and greasy against

as I waver,

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through a lot.

I cast my mind back, trying to piece together how I ended up here. Training with Jericho and Lisa. Collapsing on the couch. Then… nothing. A yawning black hole

to

and gentle against my skin. Warmth flows between us, a feeling

your wolf is trying

trepidation. I flick a glance toward my wolf, disguised as a husky for

She’s way too big

soothes, sensing my unease.

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like ashes on my tongue. Nothing about my life has been natural. Is Vanessa right? Are you going to

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