Thank you for all the reviews! Here is the requested second chapter.

Maxon POV:

What had he done? How could he be so stupid as to think that he could live without her? His brave, beautiful America.

He had to go back for. He put Kriss down in front of a safe room. He put his hands on your shoulder.

" I'll be right back," she was still crying, " I need you to go to that safe room. And stay there. Okay? I'll be right back," she nodded. That was all needed.

He had turned and started sprinting towards the chaos. His father would yell at him for being so careless. But he didn't care. He has to get America. He had to be strong for America. Every step, every breath for her. He loved her, no matter what she did.

He saw her before she saw him. She was ducking behind chairs and table, trying to get to the hallways and to a safe room. Relief flooded into him. She was okay. He ran towards her. She was alive. Alive and breathing. She turned towards him. Fear morphed to the astonishment and then back to fear. And she was running towards him. He wanted to kiss her. He wasn't going to let go this time.

But she didn't run into his arms as he had hoped. She jumped across him and fell to the ground. He stared confused until he saw the rebel guard fall in front of them. Until he saw the blood seeping through America's beautiful blue dress. NO. He just got her back, he wasn't losing her again.

He picked her up. Turned from the chaos. Her face was losing color fat, her arm was limply hanging from her body.

" America, stay with me," he begged. Where would he go? Where was Dr. Ashler, there were dozens of safe rooms, where could he be. He saw her smile.

" I love you," a small voice whispered. He head rolled back and her eyes fluttered closed.

" AMERICA!" He yelled sobbing. He couldn't take it. His knees buckled from exhaustion and grief. She couldn't be gone. She was still in his arms. He cried cupping her face to his. Her hair was still on fire.

He heard footsteps behind him. A rebel? A guard? He didn't care. She was gone. Instead, it was a soft voice and a gentle hand.

" Prince Maxon," he turned to the voice. He recognized the girl. One of America's maids. Anne, was it? He swept away tear. Anne pressed her fingers to America's neck.

" She's still alive, barely. We need to get her to Dr. Ashler." Relief flooded into him. He nodded. Words wouldn't form right now. She gestures and started running towards Infirmary.

She stopped at each corner, watching the moving. He holds onto America tightly, his muscles sore. Keep going. For America. Suddenly the heard shouting behind them.

" Find the Prince," the called, their voices echoed across the hall. Anne pushed him into a nearby hall. She bent over and picked a gun off a fallen guard. She turned to the Prince.

" I'll distract them. Dr. Ashlar is in the safe room closest to the infirmary." She started to run into the other hallway but he stopped her. She turned to him, her face hardened into steely determination. The same determination that had been on America's face.

" Thank you," he smiled. She stared at him, he expression unwavering.

" I'm doing this for Lady America. Without her, I would've never been able to do this. Tell her to thank you, for everything. And if you hurt her I will kill, even if I have to come back for the dead." Then she was gone. He heard shouting and gunshots behind him. But he couldn't turn. He had to get to Dr. Ashlar.

Run.

He had to open the safe room. He grabbed the key of a fallen guards and swiped it over.

" Dr. Ashlar," he screamed. The doctor looked up terrified, till he saw Maxon. Then went back to worry as he saw America. It took him a second to register what was going on and then he began to order the nurses in the safe room about.

He put her on a cot and held her hand. He wanted to see her blue eyes. Her red hair looked even brighter while her face was so pale. He pressed his lips to her hand.

" I'm so sorry, America," his voice cracked. The doctors and nurses were running around the room grabbing anything they could use as a medical device. " I'm sorry. Break my heart, break it a thousand times. It's only yours to break." No reply. " Please come back."

" Prince Maxon, you will need to move." He nodded and watched as the doctors and nurses crowded around his love.

Save her.

How was it? This is show I imagined Maxon's voie. And I always thought Anne had some sort of deep secret, like bravery, I guess. Don't forget to review if you want more. Love you all!

-alunarselectedreader