Maxon POV
I walk around my room adjusting the picture and little knick-knacks we have collected since our marriage, four months ago. Then I hear a knock on the door. I rush over, whenever someone comes to my private room it is serious. When I fling open the door I am surprised to see Aspen. He looks at me before taking a deep breath and saying:
"Your Majesty, the Queen is in the infirmary" he stares at me, seeing how I will react.
I push past Aspen and run down the hallway and the steps. My way to the infirmary is clouded and I don't remember how I got there, just that I did. Aspen is a few paces behind me.
I walk up to a nurse, tending to a maid with a swollen ankle, and say:
"Where is she!"
"Queen America is in a private room, like she asked" the nurse says calmly, propping up the maid's foot.
"Thank you"
I walk briskly up to the only closed door and knock. I hear whispering and a voice telling me to wait outside the door.
Instead I pace in front of the door.
Why is she here? Today she is supposed to be spending the time with her family. What happened? She was visiting May and Gerad and her mom. Kenna was going to stop by later with Astra and James.
I'm pulled out of my pondering when Dr. Shirley opens the door and tells me to come in. I walk in the room, afraid I will see America bleeding to death, or dead, or unconscious, or, or, or.
When I look up I see nothing I was expecting.