The growl is still vibrating in my throat when my eyes finally wrench open, raw and unfamiliar, like someone else borrowed my voice box for a moment and forgot to give it back properly.The ceiling above me is white, too bright, humming faintly with fluorescent light, and my whole body aches in that deep, bone-tired way that tells me I haven't moved in days. My throat is sandpaper. My chest feels like it's been stitched shut from the inside out, which, I realize slowly, it probably has."Ray?" Ivy's face appears above me so fast I barely register the chair scraping back. "Oh my god, Ray, you're awake, you're actually awake—""Ivy." My voice comes out a broken rasp, barely recognizable as my own. "Why does my throat hurt more than my chest?""Because you were growling." She laughs, wet and startled, swiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "A full minute before you even opened your eyes. Scared the life out of all of us.""I was growling?" I blink, trying to make sense of that. "
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