A/N: This is Kiera Cass' world—I'm just playing in it. Also—we're back to America's point of view. If it ever deviates from America's point of view, it will be signified with *** _ POV *** so you know. If it doesn't say whose point of view it is, it is America's.
I woke up screaming, and it felt like there was something wet beneath me. I couldn't believe the audacity that Kota had had—well, actually, I could. He'd been like that for quite some time now. I spotted Mary running up to me, and yanking the blankets off of me, while May flicked on the light.
"What's the matter, Your Majesty?" Mary asked.
"Ames! What's wrong?" screeched May.
"I… I don't know… Get help! Something feels wrong…" I cried out.
At that same moment, we all spotted the same thing, and the tears started to rush from my eye and every ounce of color drained from my face. Only hours ago I'd been in the hospital wing, and everything had appeared to be okay.
Kenna, ever the calm one, had ran from the room and woke Maxon, who rushed into my room and cradled me into his arms as he ran me back to the hospital wing.
"Go, follow them." I heard Mary telling May and Kenna. I knew with those words that Mary was going to stay behind and fix my room.
Within moments we were in the hospital wing and Dr. Ashler gasped at the sight of us.
"Save my babies!" I ordered the doctor, though deep down inside I knew that it was probably already too late. I continued to cry, I didn't know what else to do, I felt so horribly hopeless.
"Your Majesties, would you like some privacy?" Dr. Ashler asked and I knew he meant because of my sisters. I looked to Maxon.
"Whatever you can say to us, Lady May and Lady Kenna can hear as well. These babies are their blood, too." Maxon said, firmly.
Dr. Ashler nodded his head and closed the door. He set the ultrasound up. He prepped me and ran the ultrasound wand over my stomach. And silence ensued. There was no heartbeat, and it wasn't able to be found.
"I… I'm sorry, Your Majesties…" Dr. Ashler said.
Maxon collapsed into the chair next to me, his arm wrapped over me, the tears streaming down his own face. I'd only seen Maxon cry a couple of times, and so I didn't know what to say—there was nothing I could say. I laid my head against his, crying still. I saw through tear-glazed eyes that Kenna pulled May into her own arms, and I could hear their own weeping.
I could believe it… Dr. Ashler didn't even have to finish his words. My babies… they were gone. And there was nothing at all that I could do about it. It wasn't fair, but I knew that often times these things weren't fair.
I was angry, sad, depressed. I was overrun with emotions that I didn't know how to comprehend. I'd never felt anything like this. I mean, there was the time my father died, and it hurt, but it was a completely different feeling. I was mourning for someone—two people—I'd never actually met.
I felt as though my heart had been ripped straight out of my chest, and that my lungs no longer knew how to function properly. I laid one hand over my abdomen—the very same one that had housed my twins for thirteen weeks—the same one that was now no longer full of life. I felt as though someone had stolen my own life from me. I gasped, struggling to get a full breath.
"No!" I cried out. "This can't be… it can't…"
Maxon crawled up into the hospital bed with me, wrapping his arms around me, his face buried into my hair. We stayed there, both of us crying, and at that very moment, I wished that Queen Amberly were there to help. I knew that she'd gone through this multiple times, and she would know what to say, what to do—even though I was certain there was nothing that could be done.
Why had we announced it? Had we jinxed ourselves? What would have happened if I hadn't come down during Kota's commotion? Was this all my fault? Surely it was… I couldn't deal with this. I knew that life wasn't fair… but this was unacceptable. I wanted nothing more, at the moment, than to die to be with my babies, but I knew that Maxon and my family and Illéa needed me.
After what seemed like hours, I heard someone else come in, but I ignored it. I felt someone leaning into Maxon and me, wrapping their arms around us. I looked up and saw my Mom. Mom and I may not have been close, but we'd grown closer. I felt Mom caress the top of my head.
"Shh, honey. Shh," she murmured softly to Maxon and me. "I know… I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could do, or say, but there isn't. Not even time will truly heal this."
I continued crying, harder and harder, gasping loudly. I couldn't breathe. I felt like I was suffocating. And I'm sure my Mom could see it.
"Dr. Ashler, please, can you do something for them? Neither of them seems to be able to calm down—I know it's a difficult time, but surely there is something you can do?"
"I can give them both some anxiety medicine and a sleeping pill, and keep them both here in the hospital wing for the time being," the doctor said. "But that's about it."
Mom nodded to the doctor. "Please, help them. They need some sleep… And can't you do anything for America's breathing? She seems to not be able to get a breath…"
The doctor looked at us. "Your Majesties? Is that what you wish?"
I couldn't get any words out, but I patted my Mom's arm.
The doctor nodded. "I can give her a breathing treatment to see if that will help."
I nodded my head and Maxon mimicked me, both of us consenting to him treating us both.
He dosed us both with some anxiety pills and some sleep aids, then he hooked me up with a breathing treatment. After I finished it, he hooked me up to some oxygen.
Mom pulled up a chair and sat next to us. I started to drift off to sleep, and I was almost certain Maxon had fallen asleep while I was getting my breathing treatment.
"May, send a maid to fetch Aspen," Mom commanded.
I didn't hear or see May's response, I was nearly asleep, and honestly, I couldn't tell you one way or another as to if it really happened. After a few minutes I heard footsteps coming closer.
"Mrs. Singer," Aspen said, his voice groggy.
"Aspen, thank you for coming so quickly… I'd like you to set some extra guards up here… Maxon and America will address this further when they wake, I'm sure, but they were given some medicine to help them rest and so I figured they'd need more guards here as they typically have outside their suite. I'll be staying here next to them."
"Thank you for alerting me Mrs. Singer, I will have that done immediately," he said.
And after that I heard nothing else, as the medicine had fully claimed me and I drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.
