Tangled

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273 Ava: My Lucas

The hospital is a scurry of activity, more than I expected considering its small size.

Nurses and doctors rush through the long hallway, their footsteps echoing. The 'Staff Only

door behind the reception desk is in constant motion, barely staying shut for more than a few seconds at a time.

Kellan leans in close to the receptionist, speaking in hushed tones. This woman's different from the one we encountered earlier, but her demeanor towards Kellan is just as warm. A hint of a smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she nods along to whatever he's saying.

Lisa's going to be pissed, once she finds out Kellan's her mate. She's not one to share.

Hopefully she gets here soon. The need to see her is only second to my gnawing ache without Lucas by my side.

"Ava. Kellan's voice cuts through my musings. "This way."

With each step, my heart rate picks up. Finally. I can finally see my mate.

The bond within my chest sings in my veins.

Deep breaths, I remind myself. In through the nose, out through the mouth. It doesn't do much to calm the lightheadedness that's creeping in, making the fluorescent lights overhead seem too bright, too harsh. It's as if every pair of eyes in this hospital is trained on me, judging my every move. I know it's ridiculous. These people are far too busy with their own tasks to care about some random woman walking down the hall. But the paranoia clings to me like a second skin, making my palms sweat and my steps falter.

Get it together, Ava. You're being ridiculous.

We come to a stop outside a closed door. My breath catches in my throat.

raises his hand and knocks, the sound

spine. It's cold, brusque, lacking any of the warmth I've come

a

bed. The bond in my

My mate.

encased in a stark white cast, his opposite arm secured in a sling. Bandages crisscross

is his healing

273 Ava: My Lucas

the changes, the injuries. My fingers itch to touch him, to soothe, to heal. But I'm rooted to the spot, frozen by

He regards me with the same polite

me. My mate, the other half of my soul, is looking at me like I'm nobody. Can't he

that disappeared

silence as he steps up behind me. "How are you

a truck, Lucas replies, his voice gruff.

to keep my

Ava," Kellan says, his tone careful. "She's

"My mate?" He looks at me. again, more intently this time, but there's still no flash of

him quickly. "The doctors said your memory might take some time to come back. Ava's been worried sick about

false on my face. "Hi, Lucas," I manage, hating how small and uncertain

will click, that he'll suddenly remember everything. But after a moment, he just nods. "I'm sorry," he says, and the genuine regret in his

even as my heart splinters. "You've been

Up close, the extent of his injuries is even more apparent. Bruises mottle his skin in shades of

I gesture vaguely, wanting to touch

slightly as I brush my fingers over his uninjured arm. The contact sends a jolt through me, our bond humming to

tells me we are... close," Lucas says, his tone cautious. "I'm sorry I

even begin to cover it. "It's not your