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.

Just wake up. Come

1. me.

No way.

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in this hazy

to come back. This is not where

should be.

I feel pain, but it doesn’t

die, Ava. You’re

Alive.

Alive means death-

that’s enough. Wake up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You never

***

eyes crack open. They feel like sandpaper scraping against my lids. Everything is blurry, shapes indistinct. White. Harsh lights.

Ava.

voice is warm

Grounding. I try to speak but my throat

my palm.

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turn my head slowly, painfully. She’s there, silver fur shining, blue eyes bright with intelligence and

colors

swallow dryly, my tongue heavy and thick. “What happened?”

my arm. I want to protest but exhaustion

my name, but

***

beep of a heart monitor. The chemical

my skin. An IV pinches

eyelids are heavy but I force them open. The ceiling swims into focus–white tiles, fluorescent lights. A hospital. Selene is curled up beside me, a comforting

back. Her relief washes over me.

asking me questions, one talking over the other. It’s

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out?” I rasp, my

disuse.

whines softly. We were

worried.

you okay?” Lucas asks, way too

feeling?” Lisa pipes up, from my other

like a punch to the gut. I struggle to sit up,

helps, bracing her body against mine, and both Lisa and Lucas rest their hands on

that leaves

take stock. My limbs feel stiff,

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 line in the elbow of my other arm.

blankets pooled around my waist. My hair is lank and greasy against

as I waver, dizzy. You’ve been

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through a lot.

the century. I cast my mind back, trying to piece together how I ended up here. Training with

to

fingers hesitant and gentle against my skin. Warmth flows between us, a feeling of comfort, and the urge to press my cheek into

know for sure. Vanessa thinks your wolf is trying

glance toward my wolf, disguised as a husky for a reason she has yet to explain, and her ears flick as she licks my face, settling into my lap as though she’s a lap dog.

too

soothes, sensing my unease. This is natural

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tongue. Nothing about my life has been natural. Is Vanessa right?

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