Ava’s point of view.
My neck hurts. Not the sharp kind, but I felt a dull pain spreading, heavy. Like hands had been there longer than they needed to be. Like pressure had been used carefully, then taken away once it had done its job. When I tried to lift my head, the room tilted and my stomach surged so violently I had to clamp my jaw shut to keep from throwing up.
I forced myself to stay still. Moving felt dangerous. Like if I did the wrong thing too fast, something worse would happen
“Oh, she’s waking up.” Someone said in a nearby place, my eyes were still too heavy for me to lift. The voice was close. Too close. Male. Calm. Not rushed. Not excited. Just observant.
That calmness hit harder than yelling would have. Panic came instantly and not slowly, It slammed straight into my ches
