A/N: Thank you all for your reviews! Now I promised an update before tomorrow's release of The Crown and since I had so many wonderful reviews, I couldn't let you down. Unfortunately, I have not had a chance to work on it too much! So my compromise is this short teaser chapter. I will get you the rest in a few days!
MAXON'S POV
My head was throbbing as I squinted at the bright lights above me. My eyes were unfocused.
Where was I? White walls… the hospital wing.
What had happened? My brain felt foggy as I tried to remember the day. America's wide eyes above me… kissing me… telling me not to die?
Suddenly, it all came flooding back. The rebel attack…shooting… screaming. Me telling Leger to take America, him pulling her away from me, screaming.
I tried to sit up but the pain in my chest was incredible. I slumped back onto the bed. Abruptly, I was surrounded by medical staff. I heard Dr. Ashler's voice beside me. "Your Majesty, try to relax. You are waking up from surgery, you lost a lot of blood and we were incredibly lucky you pulled through.
"America," my voice was raspy, I couldn't form the question.
Concern flashed through the doctor's face. I tried to sit up again but the pain was blinding. "Please." A nurse came up beside him and injected me with something.
"The safe rooms are still being cleared, I haven't heard anything about Lady America. She is probably tucked away somewhere, just fine. You won't be if you don't rest. So please, sir."
I grabbed Dr. Ashler's hand. I knew who had the answers I needed about America. "Leger."
Dr. Ashler inhaled sharply. "Yes, Officer Leger was the one who brought you here. He was very seriously wounded and is in surgery. Now we have given you a sedative…"
My mind drifted. Had he saved her? Would I see her radiant face again?
I tumbled into darkness.