Hey guys, if you read my last book you would know that I decided to start a 'what if' in America's point of view. I hope you like it!
America POV
My peacefully sleep was once again irrupted by the ear-piercing alarm. I jump out of my bed and throw on a robe quickly. The soft fuzz on the robe soothes my stress, but then I remember about my maids. They are nowhere to be found. I sigh and run down the long stairs quickly without tripping. There are so many faces and red stains throughout the castle. How long ago did this start? I see a familiar blond haired boy searching for something. I run down to him to help. Once he sees my face, he sighs and smiles at me relieved. Was I what he was looking for? But his smile fades away when gunshots are heard close. I feel a sharp pain in my back, but try to shake it off. An arm grabs me tightly and pulls me into the closest safe room. The door closes loudly. It was Maxon who brought me into the safe room. "America!" He sighs. "You were the last to come down. What took you so long?" I open my mouth but I am paused by a sharp pain. I try to cover my face with a more pleasant look, but Maxon see right through me. "America dear, are you okay?" His blurred face asks. I try to talk but a cry comes out instead. "What happened?" Maxon asks again. I barely see his eyebrows raise and I point to my back. "I think I've been shot," I squeak. He quickly travels behind me and lifts up my robe. Two weeks ago, I would've been disturbed, but now I couldn't care less. I feel his cold finger wander around my back until I traced around where I feel pain. "Oh America, you've been shot!" I cover my mouth and I cry out nervously. "It's okay darling," he soothes. He walks me over to a small cushion and faces me seriously. "America, I know this is not allowed, but I will do anything for your health. Please take off your robe." I tremble my lip and obey. I slip down the robe shaking. The pink fuzz piece of clothing drops to the floor. "Darling, it's okay." He rubs his thumbs into my shoulder and tells me it's okay over and over again. My heart leaps after I'm aware the amount of clothing I now have on. "Lay down." He whispers. I nod my head and lay belly down. I turn my head to see him rustle through the first aid kit. He come back and breathes in my ear, "This will sting a little, Ames," I would be nervous, but since I hear my family name being called, my heart rate slows down a little. "Here, hold onto my hand." He suggests. I take his hand and suck in my breath. I feel a strong pain and I start to ball quietly. He tells me it's almost over, but the time wasn't what mattered. It hurt. A lot. It starts to slow down a little but my hand is still squeezing Maxon's hand hard. I tremble my lip again. He lifts his hand up and turns me around. "You okay dear?" He asks with his nose practically touching mine. I start to lose all control of my body and drift down towards the floor. I feel one last kiss on my lips and fall into a deep sleep.
"America, dear, you need to wake up," A calming voice requests. I feel pain in my back and I open my eyes. Tears come spilling out. I see Maxon and his hand placed on my stomach. I move my hand onto his, confused why he had such a worried look on his face. "Maxon, what happened?" I ask, shivering. "America, I don't know if you remember, but you got shot by one of the rebels, and.. while you were asleep you were given stitches. We need you to stay in here for awhile." He pats me and I start crying more. "Maxon, I'm really cold." I say. He looks around before he takes off his jacket. He sits on the bed with me and carefully lifts me up so he can rap me in his warm clothing. "Thanks." I smile. He leans down to kiss me when doctors come in the room and he jolts up. "Ah, Miss Singer, we are glad to see you up." One of the doctors says. They motion for Maxon to leave with a wave of their hands. I feel him whisper in my ear, "I will come see you after breakfast. I have several meetings." I attempt to giggle but it doesn't come out. He smiles anyway and walks out the room. I hear machines beeping and hands touching everywhere. I decide this would be a good time to nap. The noise from doctors and machines blur out, and my body softens up with the jacket wrapped around me. I am once again gifted with the one thing I could want right now. Sleep.
I wake up to the creak of a door. "Good morning dear," a maid I have never seen before says. She lets her arms rest as she places the breakfast tray on the table next to my temporary bed. "Have a good meal." She nods. I smile and thank her. She walks out of the room with her own smile on hers. I dive into the craving food, still not used to such rich meals. I am licking my finger when a face pops into the hospital wing. It's Maxon. I see his fingers fiddling with each other when he walks up to my bed. "How are you, sweetheart?" He asks. I pat my hand on an empty spot on the bed. He sits down carefully. "I'm good." I lie. He sees right through me. "America, tell me the truth." I bite my lip and obey. "It hurts. A lot." He carefully turns me over so I am now facing the pillow. He traces fingers on my back and talks to me to get it off my mind. "So, America." He starts. "I've been waiting to ask you this, but, um, do you have any feelings towards me?" I shift my head so I can look him in the eyes. "Maxon, I r-really like you." I can see wet dots in the corner of his eyes. "Can you tell me why?" He chokes. "Maxon, you…I can't explain it. You are so nice to me." I start crying myself. "I can always tell you anything," I peak out my hands to hold his. "The first moment I saw you, you were patient. I was, I was such a brat." I laugh and I see him smile. "I don't know if I should say this," I think out loud. "Ames, say it." Maxon pleads. "Maxon, I love you." I ball. He turns me back over and kisses me endlessly. "I want you." He says. "I really do."
So that's it, if you have any questions or comments, please leave a review! I should be posting every other day, thank you to anyone who read it,
-SelectionLover666