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 impossibly loud in

sends a chill down my spine.

a somersault in my

the bed. The bond in my chest flares to life, a supernova of emotion that steals my breath and

My mate.

secured in a sling. Bandages crisscross his exposed skin, a patchwork of white

is his healing so

273 Ava: My Lucas

fingers itch to touch him, to soothe,

spark of recognition, no hint of the intensity that usually blazes between us. He regards me with the same polite disinterest he might show a nurse or

situation crashes down on me. He doesn't know me. My mate, the other half of my soul, is looking at me like I'm nobody.

that disappeared

breaks the silence as he steps

been hit by a truck, Lucas replies, his voice

to keep my face neutral even

says, his tone careful. "She's

etching itself across his features. "My mate?" He looks at me. again, more intently this time, but there's still

him quickly. "The doctors said your memory might take some

to step closer to the bed, summoning a smile that feels brittle and false on my face. "Hi, Lucas," I manage, hating how small and uncertain

face, searching for something. I hold my breath, hoping against hope that something will click, that he'll suddenly remember everything. But after a moment, he just nods. "I'm sorry," he says, and the

lie, even as my heart splinters. "You've

the extent of his injuries is even more apparent. Bruises mottle his skin in shades of purple and yellow. There's a nasty gash above his left eyebrow,

to touch him but unsure if it's

moment, then nods. I reach out, my hand trembling slightly as I brush my fingers over his uninjured arm. The contact sends a jolt through

tells me we are... close," Lucas says, his tone cautious. "I'm sorry I can't remember. This must

in my throat, but I swallow it down. Difficult doesn't even begin