The sequel is heeeeeere! Thank you all so much for reading! If you haven't read my first story, please do so now. It is called A New Selection, and if you haven't read it, this will be very confusing for you. Also, I do not own The Selection. All rights go to the wonderful Kiera Cass. Enjoy! -ReadLikeYouMeanIt

I wake up at the hospital at home. My let hurts as well as my left side. At first I don't know where I am, but I look at the clock on the wall and I know I'm at the hospital. There's an IV in my arm and a blood transfusion as well. I hear a weird beeping noise. It's kind of freaking me out. I look over to see what it is. Oh, I think. It's just a heart monitor. I look at the clock again to see what time it is. 3:00. I wonder what day it is. I buzz for the nurse to come. After about ten seconds, she shows up.

"Good morning, your highness." She says.

"Good morning, Danica." I reply.

"I assume you slept well. You were out for a whole day."

"A whole day?"

"It was planned, the doctor gave you medicine so you would sleep through most of the pain. Speaking of which, what' scour pain level on a scale from 1-10?"

I think for a moment. "About a seven and-a-half."

"Is that for your shoulder and your side?"

"Yes."

"Alright. Well you seem to be doing pretty well. The doctor has you on some pretty heavy painkillers, so you should start feeling better within about a week or so."

"What were my injuries exactly?"

"Two wounds. One in your shoulder, one in your side. The one on the side basically scraped your side, but made a big gash. The leg wound went into your leg, but the doctors got it out two days ago in surgery."

"How am I going to walk?"

"You're going to use a wheelchair and then crutches."

I groan. I had crutches for three days when I was fourteen and I sprained my ankle. It's not as fun as you'd think it would be.

"Am I going to have a scar?" I ask.

"Two small ones, but they won't be very noticeable." She replies.

I sigh and throw my head back in frustration.

"I'm sorry, April." She apologizes.

"It's alright, I can live with it."

"Why don't we get you something to eat?"

"Yes, please."

She smiles. "I'll be right back with some food."

"Thank you, Danica."

"Your welcome."

I have a meal of soup, bread, mixed fruit, and milk to help my leg's bone structure grow back into place. I didn't realize how hungry I was, but it makes sense since I was asleep for all that time.

Mom comes to visit me at about four-thirty. She's just visited Nathan. He's in critical condition. He was shot through the upper stomach. He had a lot of blood loss, but they're pretty sure he'll make it. He's on oxygen, he's getting transfusions, and there's a tube in his stomach to deliver nutrients to him since he can't eat. I want to visit him, but I'm bed-ridden for another day or so. Nat was dismissed from the hospital yesterday. He had a minor surgery on his ankle when we first arrived, but he's on crutches now. He should be able to walk in a few days. Lance had a few minor injuries that were taken care of on the first day. The same thing happened to Dad. Matthew is getting treated for his back and a broken knee-cap. He will be on crutches as well. I swear we won't have another pair of crutches left if someone else needs them since so many of us have leg injuries.

"How's Crystal's party coming along?" I ask Mom.

"It's going well. All the arrangements are in place. Crystal is already sure she wants to do mattress surfing again." Mom says. I giggle.

Mattress surfing is something we saw in an old movie where you take a mattress and go down a slide (or in our case, a grand staircase that's transformed into a slide).

"I wish I could be there to help plan." I say.

"Well, I'm pretty sure she understands why you can't." Mom says, holding my hand.

"What's Dad doing?"

Mom sighs. "He's trying to negotiate with the Swendish King on a punishment for Chris."

"I say death."

"April," Mom scolds.

"What?" I shrug. "He deserves it."

"They're considering jail-time. I think that's what they're going to do. They're definitely going to have him see a therapist."

"Maybe someone can straighten that psycho out."

"April, I know he has done horrible things to this family, but don't be so rude."

"Alright." I say. "When can I see Nathan?" I change the subject.

"Soon. He's conscious, but he's not responding to anything. It's like a coma, but he knows what's happening. The doctors think it could be due to trauma." Mom says.

"And Matt?"

"They think he might be dismissed tonight, so you might be able to see him soon."

"Good. How's he doing?"

"He's almost back to his normal self despite all of the injuries."

"Is he depressed or something?"

"Well, he's been having nightmares."

"What nightmares? Does he have post-traumatic stress?"

Mom nods. "The doctors are working on getting him out of it."

I sit back in awe. I think, My life is about to get a little more difficult.