I AM SO SORRY I AM SO SORRY I AM SO SORRY. Just to say it again. I AM SO SORRY. I have not updated in sooooooooo long. Testing, writer's block, blah blah blah. I've faced it all in the past month. Also, just to inform you guys, I will be in California, so I will not be writing or posting anything for at least a week. So starting now, I'm going to have a reader of the month. This person will be posted on all of my stories for a month. A guest can be the reader of the month, just tell me your name, or make up a name for yourself (It doesn't have to be a real name) THE READER OF THE MONTH FOR THE REST OF MARCH, PLUS APRIL IS... (drumroll here) LIV4480 ! YAY! Your PM was so sweet and I love you forever yayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayay! Let me get started with the chapter now. :)
MAXON POV
The doctor came up to me. "King Maxon. If we have any hope at all of Queen America surviving this, there is a vital organ in her body that was damaged. Would you donate yours? You will be able to live without it."
"Of course!" I answer in a heartbeat. For America, I would cross the ocean, I would step into a fire. I would do absolutely anything. The doctor didn't need to tell me I would live without it, I would have donated the organ even if it meant I died. Because my beatiful America would live.
The doctors do a quick procedure to get the organ, then a long, slow one to put it in America. Finally, they are done. The doctor looks a little more hopeful now. She explains to the group that now that America has the organ, we can keep her on life support until it is safe to use the heart shocker again. She tells us that they did an autopsy, which is where they send a little miscroscope/camera into your body, and they saw that one of the cuts she had given herself was very deep and had ruptured the organ. Had they not don the autopsy, America would already be dead. I couldn't even imagine what life would be like without America. The picture in my mind was me sitting all day holding back tears while trying to fully submerge myself in paperwork. I shuddered. America needed to live.
Once they had gotten America on life support, everything seemed to go smoothly. Her heart was beating only once a minute, but the doctors seemed calm and collected. For now at least...
MAY POV
We ran as fast as we could to the palace when we found out about Ames. Didn't even bother getting in the car. I was so confused. I had only heard mom screamingn something about America being hurt before I ran out the door. It's a good thing we had moved into this new house yesterday. It's so close to the palace I can see the towers out my bedroom window. The house itself is a lovely pale yellow, with one outside wall covered in ivy and a little wooden swing. Gerad loves the backyard, where he can play soccer to his little heart's content, but I personally love the art studio. It has green walls covered with clear tarps, and there are whole cabinets filled with blank canvases! Also in the house are:
A music studio, complete with instruments and high tech recording gear.
A bedroom for each of us.
Two guest bedrooms used mostly for when America and Maxon come to visit. And so much other stuff, I can't even name it all.
Anyways, I was running as fast as I possibly could when I tripped over a rock and fell. Blood was pouring out of my knee and I was sure I had broken my ankle, but I kept running. America was much more important to me than soem blood and my ankle. Finally, after what seemed like forever, I reach the palace. The guard saw me running and let me in without question. I ran straight down the hallway to the hospital room. When I saw Ames inside, dead on a table, I felt the blood drain out of my body. This was the scariest sight in my entire life. The doctor, standing there wih a grim face, toldth entire story with his eyes. There was no hope. The doctors did an autopsy just to make sure there was absolutely nothing they could do, and when they were finished, they almost looked pleased with themselves. That's when I snapped. Usually I contain my temper, but this was the last straw.
"What's wrong with you?!" I screamed. "My sister in DEAD, and you're smiling?! Sheh his dead. DEAD, DEAD, DEAD!" I ran out of the room, but then stood quietly outside, I didn't want to miss anything. I heard what the doctor said to Maxon, and my spirits instantly rose. As did my guilt level. I walked back in.
"I'm so sorry. It's just-" I started crying.
"Don't worry." Said the doctor, "You didn't know, it's okay."
America seems to be doing fine, but I'm not so sure. Wait, who are these doctors? They look almost like...REBELS!
DUN DUN DUUUUUUN! Hehe, please don't kill me.
Love you guys 4ever,
Hannah