AN: Thank you to everyone who read the first chapter of 'What If?' And and even bigger thanks to those who followed/favorited I am super exited to continue this storyline and I hope you guys like it! Please review and tell me what you think so far!

ElizabethMKJP: I hope you like Maxon's POV. It was a bit harder to write then America's, but I think it turned OK (:

Chapter 2: Maxon's POV

I felt America shift lightly as I was running as fast as I could towards her only hope of survival, the infirmary. She pressed her lips lightly to my chest, right above my heart, and moved her head closer to me. I wondered what she was doing until I felt her still. She was trying to say goodbye.

"America! America look at me!" Nothing. "Come on Ames! Just say something! ANYTHING!" My voice cracked as tears streamed down my face. I couldn't lose her, not like this. I ran faster then I though physically possible.

I arrive at the infirmary and barge in to the double doors with America in my arms. At least a dozen doctors and nurses flood around us. "She's not breathing!" I hear someone shout, then I realize it was me. They tell me to set her down on a table and I'm not about to disobey orders when my America's life is at stake.

"Someone bring in the AED!" The head doctor yelled to a nurse. They brought it in and attached the pads to her chest, over her heart. "Ready, Clear" somebody shouted over all the noise. They shocked America and her head hit the table with a sickening crack.

I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. "Negative" the same voice called, "Ready, Clear" for the second time I couldn't pull myself away. "Negative!" I pulled myself away from the wall and moved over to my love. I kneeled down and whispered to her, "Please, come back to me. I swear I will never call you 'my dear' again! Just please! I need you Ames! I love you!" I was sobbing into her hair when they went to remove the pads.

"NO! Wait, just one more time!" My voice surprised me. I didn't mean to sound as cold and harsh as I did. "Please?" I was almost begging now. "Of course Prince Maxon." I bowed my head in agreement. "Ready, Clear" following the sound of my love hitting against the table, a new sound filled the room. It was the heart monitor.

"She's alive but barely! We need to get her into surgery right now. Get Operation room 1 ready for Lady America." The doctor turned to me, a smile on her face. "She will be OK Your Majesty. You've got a fighter on your hands." I could feel the weight lift off my shoulders. "Thank you Dr., I'm sorry I didn't catch your name?"

"Dr. Christie, Abigail Christie. At your service." She gave me a near perfect curtsy. "I do believe it is I who should be bowing to you. I am forever in you debt. Thank you Dr. Christie, for saving my love...and your future Queen." She opened her mouth to say something else when a young nurse with black hair walked in.

She dropped to a curtsy and began her report. "Pardon the intrusion Your Majesty, but , the operating room is ready and Lady America is prepped for surgery." She hurried out of the room with the Doctor close in tow.

'I guess all I can do now is wait.' I have a strange feeling it is going to be a long night. There is no way I would sleep tonight, so I guess there is no point in going to my room. Even though the waiting room is full of plush chairs, I chose to sit up against the wall on the floor.

I had just dozed off when I was awoken by an advisor of my fathers. "Prince Maxon, your father has requested you presence in his study immediately. I am afraid he has grave news to share with you." I got up slowly and began the all to familiar trek to my father's study.

As I walked in, I immediately registered the strong smell of alcohol. I could only remember my dad drunk on time before, and I had the scars to prove it. It had been one of the worst beatings I had ever received. I had gotten at least 15 lashes. It was also the only time I had to go to the infirmary, instead of mending myself up.

"You called, sir?" I was wondering what he could possibly want from me, besides my service of being a human punching bag.

"Maxon, your an idiot to choose her. Just like I was to chose your Mother. It took me for her to die to get me to realize it though." Wait? Did I hear him right? 'For her to...die?' He must have known what I was thinking because of the grin that appeared on his smug face.

"You heard right. A rebel was going to shot me while you were fawning over your dying girlfriend. She ran up and told them to spare me and take her instead. They shot her and I snuck away and got to the safe room. Believe it or not I only chose because I thought I loved her. News flash - love isn't real. You'll get tired of America sooner or later." He slurred

He pulled the whip out of the desk, I was to crushed to fight back. My mother, my kind gentle mom... was dead. I draped myself over the wall and braced myself for the lashes that were soon to follow.

The first one bit into my back with such force it knocked the breath out of me. All I could think of was mom and America. 'They wouldn't want to see you hurting. Stand up to him!' 8 lashes later I had enough. I wheeled around and grabbed the whip out of his hand.

He stumbled to the ground and hit his head on the corner of the desk. I was able to get my suit coat on, not bothering with the shirt. He would blame the rum when he woke up on the floor with a headache. When he came to his senses, I would be ready.

I got to the infirmary and an available nurse fixed my back up. I went and took my seat on the floor of the waiting room, wondering how America was doing.

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up with an ache in my neck and sunlight streaming in from the closed curtains. I looked up at the wall clock, 9:54. Just 14 hours ago I was going to propose to Kriss because I was mad at America. It felt like a lifetime ago.

"Prince Maxon!" Dr. Christie came running out into the waiting room. She looked exhausted. Dark bags lay underneath her eyes, and her blonde hair was in a messier version of the ponytail she wore earlier.

I jumped up from my position on the floor, thinking something might have happened during surgery. "IS SHE OK?!" I felt a single tear slide down my cheek but I didn't have it in me to wipe it away. My world was coming apart at the seams. "Your Majesty, the surgery is over and she will be ok." I let out a sigh of relief, "Oh thank heavens, I don't know what I would do without her..." I was rambling again.

"But, she had some head trauma. She must have gotten a concussion when we use the AED. She woke up briefly after we moved her into her room and she didn't know where she was or why she was here. We are thinking after talking to you it may spark some memories."

I ran from the waiting room to the room with America's charts on the door. I walked in to see her asleep on the large hospital bed. She had bandages on her left arm and on her chest as I could see. I walked over to the chair next to her and sat down. I took her hand in mine.

Her icy blue eyes fluttered open and she stared at me for a few moments, trying to place who I was. She still held my hand but I could tell she had no idea who I was. "Hi Ames. How are you felling?" I whispered, it was a miracle she even heard me.

"I'm fine. I know we have met before but, who are you?" I had just started to speak when she said something I never wanted to hear come from her mouth. Her memories must be pre-selection, and she really doesn't know who I am.

"Where's Aspen?"