Written in the stars, a million miles away, a message to the men _

Maxon pov

I was pulled out of the room while they helped America. This can't be happening. I can't lose my wife on our wedding day.

I needed to wait whit her family and my own until they could tell us some information about her. I walked to my family and they all stood up, waiting until I would say something because I was the only one who was with her at that moment. I was pale and ran a hand trough my hair.

"Maxon is she alright?" her mother asked. I didn't respond. How could I tell them that I just saw that she didn't had a heartbeat anymore.

"Maxon?" her father asked. They didn't take my silence very well.

"She... She..." I began. How was I supposed to tell this?

"Her... heartbeat stopped," I finally said. Silence tears were falling down my cheek. Her mother screamed and buried her face in her husbands shoulder, who also looked pale and had silence tears streaming down his face. May en Gerard packed their parents firmly and were crying. I turned around and looked at my father and mother. Father looked pale and my mother was crying in silence. She took my arms and pulled me in a hug. She loved America like she is her own daughter.

While we were all crying a nurse came out of the room and into the waiting area.

"Your'e Majesty's," we looked up at her. "She made it. Her heartbeat stopped but we were able to bring her back and now she is in surgery and she will recover from it. She need's a lot of rest because she lost a lot of blood." the nurse informed us.

"Thank you," Shalom said.

"You will be able to see her once the surgery is over," she curtsied and left. A sense of relief went trough all of us.

"She is indeed a fighter," my father commented. I smiled.

The next few hours we were hugging each other and where behind relief that she made it. Still we were nervous because something could go wrong while she was in surgery. My father was the first one to left. He said he was tired and needed to work tomorrow. The Singers didn't say anything because they knew he had a country to rule. We all were tired but there was no way I was going to leave before my wife woke up. If that happened, I would be there.

I could stop calling the Singers the Singers, I was their family now since I was married to America, they said. They didn't tread me like a prince, or someone who would be king someday, they tread me like a normal person and I was thankful for that.

After four hours the doctor came out and said we were able to see America. He said she lost a lot of blood and would look pale. He said she was asleep now.

I didn't know what to expect once I was able to see her, but it certainly wasn't this.

The first thing I noticed about her was the gray pallor of her skin. Her hair looked more red than ever but even that was duller than usual. We all stood there for a moment, watching her fragile life hooked up to machines. I took the seat next to her bed and held her hand, not able to let her go.

Her family and my mother left to go get some sleep. Her dad stayed with me. Sometimes I was jealous at the relationship he had with his daughter, wishing my father and I had the same thing. My life would be a lot easier with it.

After half an hour he stood up and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm going to get some sleep, and I suggested you do the same. She'll be okay,"

"How are you so certain?" I asked.

He sighed. "Because she is a fighter, I think you know that by now." I smiled at him.

"I certainly do," thinking of all those moments she and I went trough a fight, were she did everything she could if she thought something wasn't right to make that right and a tons of other things. I love that about her

"I'm going to my room, are you going to yours to?"

"I think I just stay here, if you don't mind."

he smiled. "Of course not, but you need to sleep too."

"I will," I said with a weak smile and turned back to America. He said goodnight and left the room.

All I could do was stare at the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and she was my wife. I leaned back in my chair, still holding her hand. After a long time I fell asleep.

I woke up at the noise of the door cracking open and see the doctor come true. I looked at my watch and it showed it was 6 AM. I slept only four hours. Dr. Ashlar was looking at some papers, after a while he looked up.

"I'm sorry your'e Highness, I didn't see you," he said while he bowed.

"That's alright. How is she doing?"

"I was about to look," he answered.

He looked at her and made some notes on the clipboard. After a while he looked up at me.

"It looks good. Her wounds aren't infected and she will needs to rest. Now we only need to wait until she wakes up."

"Do you have any idea when she will wake up?" I asked nervous.

"I'm sorry, but I have no idea. She lost so many blood that it is a miracle that she's still alive. Her body needs time to heal. I think she will be manage to wake up from the day after tomorrow."

"Thank you," he bowed and left.

At eight her parents came along with my mother. "How is she doing?" her dad asked.

"It looks good from what Dr. Ashlar told me. He said she lost so many blood that it is a miracle that she's still alive. The only thing we can do is wait until she wakes up."

They smiled. "Always the fighter," her father said.

"Has Dr. Ashlar any idea when she will wake up?" her mother asked.

"He thinks that she is manage to wake up from the day after tomorrow."

"That's good news, though. I'm sorry, I wished I could stay here but I have a lot of work to do, but I will come check up later. Maxon your'e father wants to speak to you." mother said. I hesitated. I didn't want to leave America.

"We will stay with her," Shalom said. I nodded, kissed America on the forehead and walked to my fathers study, assuming he would be there. I knocked on the door and opened it, I was right. Bend over his desk my father was studying some papers. "You were expecting me?" I asked. He looked up.

"Yes. Since your'e not going on a honeymoon any time soon I expect that your'e going to work. You will start right away."

"Are you serious?!" I asked full of disbelief. "America barely survived the attack and you expect me to work? I'm sorry father but I can't do that, and if I'm going to work than it will be ride at her side."

He stood up from his desk and looked angry. "You will not talk to me that way! When I say you need to work that will happen!"

I held up a hand to stop him and was surprised that it worked. I was angry at him and I needed him to know that. "What if it was mother who was shot and barely survived? You wouldn't work either!"

"But that didn't happen, did it?"

"No, but it could have." I snapped back. I sighed. I knew I wasn't going to win this conversation and before he would get any angrier and punish me for my behavior I did as he asked.

"Fine, I will work but it will be in the infirmary at America's side."

"Fine. You can go now." he said angry. I quickly went to my study to took some work and went back to the infirmary.

"Any news?" I asked once I sat back beside her.

"No, unfortunately not."

I worked and sleep beside her those next few days, not able to leave her side. I was waiting for that moment when she would finally wake up, so that I could see those icy blue eyes of her, to hear her talk and walk again and all those other things I love about her.

After two days I was alone with her in the room, looking at her when she opened her eyes. She looked like she didn't know what happened until I saw the penny drop in her eyes. Her eyes rested on me and I took her hand, a tear falling down my cheek.

"I would never have thought I would get the same gunshot you had. Obviously I was wrong."

I smiled at her, knowing she was just trying to brighten up the mood.

"Neither would I," I said while I planted a kiss on her forehead. "Just get better, okay?" she nodded. I took her face in my hand. "I love you, you know."

"I know," she said while her eyes closed again ant she went back to sleep. I called for the doctor and breathed in relief, happy to know she waked up.

Seconds later Dr. Ashlar came trough the door and asked what was wrong while he bowed.

"Nothing is wrong, she woke up and went back to sleep right after it." I said. He checked everything and faced me again.

"The next time she wakes up call for me immediately so I can check her when she's awake, okay?" I nodded.

That night I slept a little better knowing America woke up and was more than relieved that she waked up the next day.

She opened her eyes and I couldn't help but smile at the most beautiful woman i've ever seen. I called for Dr. Ashlar and turned back to America.

"Hello beautiful," I whispered.

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