Okay so this first one-shot here is the non-existent scene from Maxon's point of view after America has been shot. Enjoy!

I walked out of the hospital wing leaving my dear America in the hands of Anne. I shut the door behind me and sat down with my back to it. The guards stood watch a little over 10 feet away from me. I shut my eyes and listened to some mumbling from behind the closed door. No more than seconds later did I hear a muffled scream. One of the guards in front of me flinched and looked deeply in pain.

More and more barely audible screams and yelps sounded out after that along with faint sound of sobbing. I swallowed hardly and leaned against the door for support. I thought to myself how could I have been stupid enough to let her come? What if something worse had happened? I couldn't imagine anything worse than hearing her cries and pleads for help.

After a good 30 minutes of listening to the screams, they slowly subsided. My shoulders relaxed a little and I let out a long breath, thankful the worst of it was done. All I really wanted was to help, in any way, hold her hand, kiss her cheek, shoulder to cry on. Anything. Around 15 minutes after that, Anne quietly opened the door and motioned us inside. We walked in to see Marlee's back, shielding us from America. She turned her head around and moved back, letting go of her hand. America was laying there asleep, finally looking somewhat peaceful, but still with streaks of tears still spilling down her cheeks, replacing the dried ones. Her arm looked much better than before but was a red and irritated. I sat where Marlee sat and took her uninjured arm's hand into both of mine.

"I did the best I could but she will be in a lot of pain for the next week or so. I gave her some strong medication that will keep her asleep for a long while. But when those wear off, I will give her some non-drowsy pain killers." Anne notified as I lay my forehead on her hands. I sat up nodded and one of the guards suggested, "We should probably get her to her room."

I cleared my throat a little and said, "Yes that would be best." We both started walking towards her and as we saw each other do so, I said, "I will take her up, all of you can go get some rest, Anne, you too." They all bowed or curtsied and left without question. The one guard hesitated before leaving but turned around and headed off.

I picked America up gently but she still whimpered as I lifted her easily into my arms. "How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Your eyes look like chocolate." She responded barely lifting her head from my shoulder. She immediately relaxed again and I chuckled. She asked something about water and I promised her lots of it and carried her up the staircase to her room. She fell asleep again in my arms to the rhythm of my foot steps and I could feel the warm and steady breaths on my chest.

Once I reached her room, the same guard stood watch as the one from the hospital wing. "Please, go rest. I will watch her for the night." I promised him. He genuinely looked worried and replied, "Who will watch you, Your Majesty?" I weakly smiled and nodded my head to the staircase. He bowed and walked away to where his headquarters would be.

I opened the door and tried to set her on her bed as smoothly as possible but it was inevitable to hear the slight moan of her arm against the fabric of the bedding. I took off her shoes and socks, leaving her to sleep in a baggy t-shirt and jeans. I pulled the covers over her and laid down next to her on top of the blanket. I simply looked at her and admired the woman I had fell in love with.

I brushed a piece of her auburn hair off her cheek, it was soft to touch and it looked radiant, even after a serious injury and operation. Her lashes branched out long and dark onto her pale skin. And even though I couldn't see her eyes, I could imagine them glowing with their familiar shine. I sat with her while she slept, not even blinking, I didn't want to miss a single second with my beautiful America.

I loved her, and it felt crazy to think we both have said it though we haven't. But until tonight I hadn't truly felt what it was like to feel when I thought I had lost her. That it may have been my fault she died. "...Max...Maxon...help me..." she moaned in her sleep. She tossed and turned a little in the bed and started whimpering, "... it hurts... it hurts so bad...help me..." I covered my mouth with my hand, her eyes squinted together and she pursed her lips. I put my other arm around her shoulder, careful of where it was resting. She seemed to sense my presence quickly and stopped sleep talking.

"America, if only you knew how much I loved you. How much I hate seeing you in pain. I wish you were all mine, mine to have and to love. The other day I was thinking back to the day we met, the very first time. It was right then and there that I fell in love with you. I didn't even have to know you, but I was in love with you. The way your hair fell behind your back, the way your skin glowed in the moonlight. Especially the way your eyes gleamed. That was the real hooker, I was immediately in your trance, under your spell you could say." I said to her. Even if she couldn't hear me I needed to tell her. I kissed her hair and slipped out of her bed. "Good night my dear." I turned off the light and shut the door behind me.

I walked away from her room and went to my own. I shut my door and looked at the collection of photos. America appeared in most of them, her smile shining at me. I put my hand on the photo of us picking out sketches. I was looking at her in the photo and now it looked obvious that I was in love with her. I changed out of my over sized clothes and crawled into my own bed. I looked at the ceiling and felt it again, the ache. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, trying not to notice the ache of her not being with me. The ache of her in pain. The ache that made me feel completely lost without her.