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I gently placed America on the small bed beside me, and all the girls, even the one making out with Maxon turned and licked her lips. I yelled and tossed almost all the girls off of Maxon. That sure shut them up! Maxon sighed and ran towards America, a glimmer of complete horror in his eyes. "America!" He yelled. His voice was filled with anger and hurt. The girls stood back, watching in horror as Maxon lifted America delicately into his arms, cradling her next to his chest.

How do you watch a beautiful girl be delicately and passionately cradled in her fiancee's chest? You don't. I was overwhelmed. It made me disappointed that I had to look away from America and the man she loved. I thought I had moved on. Lucy was my only now. As I thought back to Lucy my eyes welled up. It had been two days now. She was probably worried sick to her stomach. It hurt my heart knowing that she was in pain.

I blinked away the tears, but they somehow found their way out. Salty, warm tears. I'm not one to cry; the only time I did was when my precious brother Jeremy got whipped in the town square. Just thinking about it made my fists and jaw clench. But those tears were angry and full of despite. The ones falling down my cheeks currently were full of pity; I held myself back from giving Maxon a big hug.

Once everyone regained their cognitive mindset, the girls ran over and began to touch America. At first I thought they were worried about her, trying to give her medical aid. But by the look on Maxon's face, they were trying to take America away from him, and I wasn't about to let that happen after all the three of us had been through together.

"Get out of the way!" I yelled, charging straight towards the girls. They shrieked as I "forgot" all my manners and pushed them out of the way, most of them lading with a thud on the ground, crying out in agony and shock. I nodded to the door, "let's go, Maxon!" I yelled.

I sprinted out the door, not needing to look back, because I knew Maxon was close behind me. No, it wasn't because I heard his footsteps or heavy breathing pattern. No, it was a different, more terrifying sound: America and her loud cries in pain. She had woken up.

(America POV)

I awoke in Maxon's arms, half my face pressed gently against his chest. I would have cried out for joy if my side hadn't stopped me. As soon as I turned to move upwards to kiss Maxon, I was stopped by a jolt of pain slicing through my side. It felt as if someone had put an icy hot iron speckled with tiny, sharp pricks against my side. I screamed out in pain, knowing I was in good hands. Maxon jumped and almost dropped me in shock. He glanced down at my side and met my eyes.

"I love you America. It's going to be okay. Just hold on." His voice was smooth and silky, which eased the pain a bit. But every stride he took moving forward, jolted my side again, and I couldn't stop myself from letting a few groans escape. No more screaming, though. At least I could do as much as to not scream.

A few minutes later, we arrived at another door, except this time, it had been pressed wide open, exposing a room that looked all too familiar. I wanted to cry in relief. It was the room Maxon had taken me in, to fix up his back after his father had beat him. I knew this place was packed with medical supplies and most importantly pain medication. Maxon lay me on the cot in the center of the small room, and Aspen took a seat a few feet away on one of the metal benches ahead of me.

He leaned down and kissed me, which sent a different kind of jolt through my body; and amazing one. It had been a while since Maxon had kissed me, and the way his soft lips pressed against mine sent chills down my spine and into my side, acting as its own, natural, painkiller.

I groaned, needing more, lips pressed to Maxon's ear, "More… Maxon…" I needed more of this feeling for myself, too kill my pain, my worries, and all that had just happened. He pulled away all too soon, but he had a smug grin slapped across his face. I could see him slip a glance at my all too exposed body, and I could feel myself blush, despite the circumstances.

"Tonight." Is all he said. What did that mean?

The pain started just as fast as it had stopped. I began to groan again, and Aspen rushed to my side, with a small bottle of disinfectant in his hand. Maxon aided him as they slowly cut the gauze off of me, and Aspen drenched a clean rag in the strong-smelling liquid.

He gazed at me, a look of pain and pity in his eyes, "This is gonna hurt, America. I'm so sorry…" I braced myself. I could handle anything, and I knew this wouldn't be too bad.

I was terribly mistaken. As soon as the rag made contact with my side, hot burns ran through my body, and the pain was indescribable. I screamed, and Maxon leaned over again and kissed me, muffling my screams as I took him in. Each tear that came down my face was kissed away my Maxon's swift lips. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into me. His hands, having nowhere else to go, rested themselves on my sides, wrapped around my head.

I kissed him, again and again, over and over, until Aspen declared he was finished. Maxon pulled away and I looked at my side. It was wrapped again, but this time the gauze was thick and wasn't stained bright red. I already felt a bit better, knowing the bleeding had gone down.

"America, what happened? Who did this to you?" Maxon asked, worry clearly evident in his beautiful eyes. I took a deep breath.

"Jay. He took my sister and said if I didn't cooperate, he would kill her. When he was talking to me, he just kept getting closer and he pulled out a knife and hurt me." I spilled it all out of me. I was glad to know May was safe and I was in good hands.