((America dream))
Maxon and I were walking in the gardens like we always do every Saturday morning before Ella our daughter wakes up. We were walking and everything started to get fuzzy and I started to hear voices in the background and a pressure rising in my hand
((Maxon Point of view))
I have been a wreck ever since America my love went unconscious. No work has been done because I have been constantly holding Americas hand and I've been so scared for her life.
((America point of view))
The fogginess grows until I start to realize something. This doesn't feel real. I start to move to what feels real and my eyes start to flicker open and I see him. "Maxon" I whisper barely audible. But it was enough his head snapped up and his face lit up "America" he shouted "doctor" he shouted again "Maxon please stop yelling" I say and try to sit up
((Maxon point of view))
"Here sweetheart" I say and giver my arm to help her up. "Thanks" she says "how long have I been out" she says warily " about two weeks honey" I say softly hoping she won't act rash and freak out, but of course it is America and she does
((America point of view))
"What"! I say freaking out "we have that manor Ball coming up in less than a month, I have to get preparations done now. I needed to pick out center pieces last week Maxon what happened" I say my face red from many things " you hit your head and fell very badly. Your body needed time to recover, its ok you are not behind. I promise. Mother has been helping out in your absence" he says softly sitting on the bed, next to my head. I realise " Maxon where is ella. Is she ok what happened was she scared at night?" I say bombarding him with questions
((Maxon point of View))
"she is fine you will get to see her soon, get some rest because you have a busy week ahead of you."
