When I woke up I was in my room. There were machines all around me and my arm was in a cast. I noticed on the monitor showing my heartbeat it was speeding up. All of a sudden, there were doctors filling the room. "Hello Maxon." Dr Ashlar said. "You were injured pretty badly but we managed to save you. Though.. we have bad news.." my heart dropped. All I could think about was the people I cared about. But more than anyone it was America. "Your mother was killed by the rebels yesterday. I'm very sorry for your loss." Then I heard the beeping speed up again. "You will need to stay in bed and get plenty of rest. You lost a lot of blood." I nodded still very upset after this news. "My father is still alive though?" I asked. "Yes." A guard came in and whispered something into his ears. All I could hear was "yes... of course...if it's urgent..." "Excusd me prince Maxon, I'm sorry to say America-" he was cut off by my heart monitor going 100 miles per hour again. He seemed alerted and confused looking at it and then back at me. How many times has that happened to me today? "Um.. she left an hour ago. She said she didn't want to hurt you. She also said she was very sorry to do this to you." My heart hurt a lot after hearing him say those words. Today I have been proven that someone saying a few words can feel as bad as being shot. America told me she would marry me if I lived... I just hoped she kept her ring as she remembers how much I love her.