NovelEndChapter 87 Ava: Missing, AGAIN
Panic haslooking around the room, as if they would just be sitting somewhere. It's most likely that someone
took my jewelry off when | was brought in.
My gaze falls upon the various wires and tubes tetheringto the bed. A thin IV line snakes its way into the
crook of my elbow, delivering fluids and medication. A catheter bag hangs from the side of the bed, freeing me
from any need for the bathroom.
All great, until | need to get up and look for something. Son of a bitch.
There's a wheeled table for meals, but all it has is spaperwork that seems to be welcomingto the
hospital. Does anyone even read those things?
Panic is well on its way to blowing its top inside of my head and setting off a full-scale anxiety attack. My eyes
dart from the nightstand to the small closet, but there's no sign of my jewelry anywhere.
| keep trying to fiddle with a ring that is no longer on my finger, and it's drivingcrazy.
Finally, | remember the call light. With a trembling finger, | depress the button.
Seconds feel like an eternity as | wait, my mind racing with possibilities. What if they were lost in the woods,
during the attack? | hadn't stopped to see if they'd fallen off. If they're all the way out there, how the hell do | get
them back?
I don't know a lot about Lucas, but | know alphas.
He'd never letgo back there, and it would be impossible to explain how important the jewelry is. | can't just
tell him that they're used to keep my power hidden.
The gentle click of the door opening draws my attention, and a kind-faced nurse steps into the room. She's older,
and smells of human and rubbing alcohol. "Did you press your call light, dear?"
"My necklace and ring," | blurt out, struggling to keep my voice calm despite the desperation seeping into it. "I
can't find them anywhere. Do you know what happened to them?"
The nurse's expression softens with understanding. "I'm afraid | wasn't here when you were first admitted,
sweetheart. But letcheck with the security team. It's standard procedure to put any valuables in a safety
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Relief washes overat her words, and | nod gratefully. "Thank you. Those items mean so much to me."
"Of course, dear. I'll be right back."
Now to wait.
I lean back against the pillows, my fingers idly tracing the bandages wrapped around my neck. Memories of the
past few days flood my mind—the terror, the pain, the overwhelming sense of liberation.
And my mate.
The word still feels foreign, even as it ignites a flicker of warmth within me. So much has happened.
It's hard to think that a few short weeks ago, | was indignant at his presence in Cedarwood, thinking the worst of
him as he tried to showhe cared.
Am | caving too soon?
But even if I'm willing to give him a chance, nothing can happen until I talk to him.
And even then...
There are other secrets. Like my powers. And Selene.
It feels like there are a thousand reasons against reconnecting with Lucas.
Waiting is an exercise in patience.
| drum my fingers against the quilt, because | have no ring to twirl. Every steady beep from the machines around
Without my necklace and ring, what will happen to me?
At what point will the people aroundrecognize that I'm different?
How soon before I hit another heat? So far, there are no signs—but, | just had my heat a few weeks ago, with
Clayton.
Will my powers begin to manifest against my will?
The gentle creak of the door opening forcesout of the vicious cycle of questions with no answers, and | feel
hope rise in me, only to be dashed a moment later by the look on the nurse's face.
"I'm so sorry, dear," she says. "The security team hasn't called back yet. It might take stime."
A knot of worry bounces around in my belly, like a hyperactive raccoon. "Thank you for lettingknow."
"In the meantime, why don't we get you up and moving a bit?" she suggests brightly, even as she approaches
with a no-nonsense gait, her eyes already on all the cords keepingin place. "It'll be good for your recovery."
It isn't really a question, but an order in that way nurses do.
With a gentle touch, she flips the blanket off my legs and helpswiggle over to the edge of the bed, her
movements careful and deliberate. A sharp twinge of pain stabs through my abdomen as | swing my legs over
the side, and | wince.
"Deep breaths," the nurse coaches, steadyingwith a hand on my back. "One step at a time. Hold on, let me
get you ssocks."
| breathe as directed, waiting for the wave of pain to recede as she opens a clear package of giant yellow socks.
They have little rubbery circles on the bottom, probably to keepfrom slipping.
Leaning my body forward, | ease my feet against the floor. It's tile, yet the cold doesn't reach through the thick
fabric now snuggling my feet.
They aren't cute, but right now, I love them more than anything I've ever worn. Cold floors are the worst to walk
on.
The nurse hooks the catheter bag onto the IV pole, and | grip the metal rod for support as | heave myself into a
standing position, taking in deep gasps of air as | fight against the pain wracking my body from such an
ambitious movement.
"That's it," she encourages. "Now, let's try a few steps."
Lady, | feel like I'm dying. Givea second.
But the words can't cout, because I'm too busy heaving air into my lungs as best as | can.
She waits without pushing me, and I lean onto the giant pole. Without it, I'm going to fall on my ass, and they'll
probably need to bring a second person in to getoff the floor.
My entire body is weak and shaking with the effort of moving. I'm in awe of how quickly strength can disappear.
Hasn't it only been two days in bed?
"Your body's been through a lot," the nurse says, still upbeat and perky as she speaks. She doesn't meet my
eyes, too busy watching me, with one hand hovering just in front of me, in case | need to be saved. "You had a
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Your anemia is severe, and you're still fighting a strong infection, even though it's under control with antibiotics.
Give yourself sgrace."
"| feel like I've been in a coma for a year and am learning to walk again," | mutter between steps. Each one is
agonizing, and sweat pops out of every pore on my face with the effort I'm giving to these few steps across the
room. | push through the pain with sheer force of will.
We make it to the bathroom door, a sad triumph for someone who's been walking since she was a toddler, and
each step is a little easier, as though I've warmed up my joints and muscles.
It still hurts like hell, though.
Step by step, | make my way around the small room, the nurse hovering nearby, ready to offer assistance if
needed.
"You're doing great," she praises, with that professionally reassuring voice.
A weak smile is the best | can manage as | pant with the exertion.
As | complete another lap around the room, the nurse gently guidesback to the bed. "That's enough for now.
I'll let the doctor know how you did; I'm sure we'll be pulling your catheter tonight if you can keep this up! One
less thing tying you down, right?"
Sinking onto the mattress, I let out a shaky exhale, my body trembling with fatigue. The pain is still there, a
constant throb informingof my bad decisions.
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