Here is a new chapter, please let me know what you think of it.

Maxon pov

Being married to America was everything I could ever hoped for. She looked stunning in her dress and was very happy, she told me that all the time. I couldn't be happier myself. The only person who wasn't happy was my father. But I wouldn't let him get to me, or America. Today was about her and me.

Everything was perfect; the guests were happy, the food was good and America was enjoying it, like she always did when food was served and tons of other things. I had to admit it was quite awkward to talk to the other girls who were in the Selection, but they were happy for us. It was also awkward to talk to Daphne. She was flirting with me like she was still in love with me. But I made it very clear to her that I love America.

America looked happy and was smiling and laughing all the time, and that made me smile. I didn't want that there was ever coming an and to today, but I was also looking forward to tonight though. Even if I was quite nerves.

We were sharing another dance on the dance floor. I looked in those loving icy blue eyes of her and I knew she looked the same at me until windows shattered beat and everyone was screaming. The rebels were attacking. Serious?! There were a lot of gunshots and America and I needed to get tho the safe room.

I quickly pulled her to the ground while I saw people running to the corner were the safe room was. I pooled her with me and we were the last ones to enter and the entrance was closed. We both felt to the ground.

"America, are you alright?" I asked. She didn't respond and that scared me. I kneeled down next to her and was shocked by what I saw. Her white dress was covered in blood that was coming from her chest and stomach.

"O my gosh, America your'e hit," I breathed out. "Please just stay with me okay? I'm getting help," I said in panic while I picked her op bridal stile and run down the stairs with her in my arms. This wasn't happening. I couldn't lose my wife on my wedding day, I won't allow it. We were barely married!

She was breathing hard and her whole body was shaking. Me running with her in my arms wasn't helping at all. "Please stay with me, everything is going to be alright, I love you, please stay with me," I begged. She nodded, not able to speak.

Her eyes were starting to close but I could see she didn't want to close her eyes. That's my America, I thought. Always the fighter from the two of us. We entered the safe room and immediately I was calling for the doctor. I gently laid her on the ground while her head rested on my legs.

"What happened?" Dr. Ashlar asked. Her family collected around us and they were crying. I needed to collect myself from not doing the same thing. I needed to stay strong, for her.

"She was shot in the chest and stomach. We need to do something or she will lose all her blood." Dr. Ashlar nodded and went stray to work. Assistants coated a shield around us so no one was able to see anything what we were doing and what was happening. We needed to get her out of her dress, so that Dr. Ashlar could stop the bleeding. The assistants did that while her dad held America's hand. Her eyes were starting to close.

"Dr. Ashlar!" I yelled and he looked up at me. "Her eyes are starting to close,"

He looked down again at America and pressed on her stomach. Her eyes flew open and she winced in pain.

"Sorry your'e Highness, you need to stay awake. Can you do that?" he looked up at me and her family. "If her eyes are starting to close again, press on her wounds," he informed us. We nodded. Although I didn't want to press on her wounds and proved her more pain, she needed to stay awake. I looked at her dad and I knew he felt the same way like the rest of her family.

Her eyes were starting to close again and Dr. Ashlar was yelling at his people what they needed to do. May pressed on her stomach and America's eyes were open again. The life was sucked out of her eyes, one look at them and I felt the same way. Please stay with, I thought. I can't lose you. She was breathing even heavier and with her last breath she said; "I love you all," and then her eyes closed. We pressed on her wounds but nothing helped. She didn't wake up.

"No!" I yelled. Tears were streaming down my face and there was absolutely nothing I could do. I was pulled away from her with her family, who were crying for their daughter and sister. Shalom pulled me into a hug. "This was no way your'e fault, okay? All we can do now is wait." he said.

"If I just were quicker than nothing would've happened to her," I said. There was no one to blame but me. I already failed at the job of protecting her. Shalom pulled away en held my shoulders.

"Listen to me, this is not your'e fault. You brought her here and the doctors are doing everything they can to save her. We just need to wait and all calm down. We won't help if we're panicking. I think it's best for us to sit, okay?" I nodded and went to sit down next to my mother, with my arms on my knees and my head in my hands.

"Honey, everything is going to be alright. She is a fighter and you know that,"

Her words calmed me down a bit because I know she was right, just like Shalom was right. All we could do was wait.

Time went very slow and after an hour we were aloud to go back upstairs. All this time I wasn't able to see America so I went stray to her and picked her up and run to the Hospital Wing.

I didn't pay any attention to the damage that was done. All I needed to to was get to the infirmary. The doctors were running behind me so was her family and mine.

When I got there people were yelling and I needed to put her down on a bed. They were all around her and asked me to go away, but I refused. They hooked her up to machines and one of the machines showed her heartbeat. It was barely there.

Then there was this one beep and everyone looked up to see what it was, including me. It was the machine that showed her heartbeat.

It wasn't there anymore.