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.

hand and knocks, the sound

a source of comfort, now sends a chill down my spine. It's cold, brusque, lacking any of the warmth I've come to associate

a

bed. The bond in my chest flares to life, a supernova of emotion

My mate.

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

is his healing

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

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

down on me. He doesn't know me. My mate, the

has that

he steps up behind

hit by a truck, Lucas replies, his

are like a physical blow. I struggle to breathe, to keep my face neutral even as everything inside me

says, his

etching itself across his features. "My mate?" He looks at me. again, more intently this time, but there's still no flash

said your memory might take some time

the bed, summoning a smile that feels brittle and false on my face. "Hi, Lucas," I

remember everything. But after

splinters. "You've been through

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, held together

I...?" I gesture vaguely, wanting to

my fingers over his uninjured arm. The contact sends a

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

even