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-America's POV-

"She still hasn't woken up yet…"

"Let's run another test. Can you…."

"Do you think it's because…"

"When she went into cardiac arrest, she…"

"…also she can't... too tragic."

I was hearing murmurs. I heard bits of conversation but somehow I couldn't comprehend what they were saying. After a few minutes of trying to understand what was going on, I gave up and just let myself be engulfed in darkness once again.

I remember being in a tunnel. I was going towards somewhere but I couldn't remember which direction. Come on, America, try to remember. I was heading… to the right? No, I was heading somewhere else. I was heading towards the light. I remember now. I made a decision. I was done with living and so I headed towards the light but then I heard a voice. Maxon's voice.

'Are you going to break my heart once again?' hearing his voice so desperate and broken, made me stop from my tracks and made me realize that I didn't want to die just yet. I'm incredibly stupid for even choosing the easy way out.

What would heaven be to me, if Maxon wasn't there? No matter how serene and pleasant the other side is, the person I love won't be there which is why I must go back. Even if he doesn't want me anymore. Even if he doesn't love me anymore. Even if it was Kriss that he'd choose. I'd rather be hurt than live in a world where he didn't exist. I can bear any pain, loneliness and rejection, as long as I knew he was there: safe and happy. I love him and that's what all that mattered to me.

I started walking away from the light and into to the other end of the tunnel. I breathed in and out, calming myself before I finally went through the tunnel.

-still America's POV-

I opened my eyes to the sight of a ceiling fan. I lifted my head up and looked around. There was a breathing device attached to me and some tubes and wires. Wires… to read brain activity, I guess? I suddenly felt dizzy so I laid my head back on the pillow.

I was in a rather spacious room. Bigger than our house in Carolina. The walls were painted white. There was a couch facing my bed and a television at my right side while all the medical machines were positioned to my left. It was too clean in here for my taste. The smell of disinfectants made my nose cringe in disgust. 'America, who gets sick of cleanliness? Only you' I sighed.

I looked at the ceiling fan and watched it spin. I was about to fall asleep when the door opened. Maxon? I leaned a little bit to get a better look. To my disappointment it was just a nurse who in return looked at me with bewilderment.

"You—you're awake?!" The nurse gasped.

"Uhmm… I guess?" I said while removing the breathing mask or whatever it was. I attempted to sit up again but my head felt really heavy.

"Don't move, Lady America… You're still under strong medication so you might feel a little lightheaded. I—I'm going to get the doctor." The nurse hurried away.

I nodded and watched her as she ran out the door. When I couldn't hear her steps anymore I carefully rolled to my side and closed my eyes.

"Are you sure she's awake?" I heard someone say from outside of the room.

"Yes, sir. When I entered the room she was just staring at me." What am I now, a pervert?

The door opened wide and a grey-haired male wearing a long white coat came in. The doctor I assumed. The nurse came after looking a bit breathless from running. The doctor looked at me and so I looked back.

"Miss Singer, welcome back." He said, giving me a warm smile.

"uhh… Thank you?" I replied rather awkwardly.

"I'm Doctor Matthew, by the way." He then went to my side and took a pen out from the pocket of his coat. The nurse then handed him a clipboard. "Your wounds are most probably healed by now. Do you feel anything weird? Something aching or stinging?"

"Not really but I can't seem to lift my head for a long time. I start feeling dizzy if I do." I replied.

"That's just perfectly normal, Miss Singer. You were out for some quite time so your body is trying to adjust."

For some quite time? "How long was I out?" my voice sounding a little bit shaky.

"Three weeks and two days." He replied. That long?! "Anyways, we have to run a few test before we can discharge you. I know you might be sick of this room but we need to make sure that you are all ok. The tests would probably take 3 days."

"ok." It wasn't like I could do anything about it.

The doctor then looked at the clipboard and started flipping through the pages. It looked as if he was looking for something. He stopped when he reached halfway through the pages. He looked at me and cleared his voice. "There's something else—" before he could continue someone came rushing through the door.

"America?" It was Maxon. His voice sounding a bit hoarse. I looked at him with surprised eyes. He seems different from the Maxon I knew three weeks and some days ago. His hair was disheveled. His tie loose around his neck. His eyes looked tired and his body a bit thinner. He seems as if he aged a lot over the past few weeks. But even with these changes, I still loved him the same. My heart started to beat fast and loud. Before I knew it my shoulders started shaking and tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Maxon." I choked out as I pulled myself up the bed so that I was leaning against the headboard.

He ran towards me and hugged me tightly. I could feel his whole body trembling. I lifted my arms and placed them around his neck. I buried myself in his shoulders. Those weeks that we'd lost, felt like forever. I couldn't stop myself from crying out and so did Maxon. We didn't care how stupid or inappropriate we were in front of the doctor and nurse. I lifted my head up so that I could see Maxon's eyes. He looked down at me and brushed away the hair that covered my face. He cupped his hands on my face and leaned towards me so that our noses were touching.

"I thought I was going to lose you forever." He whispered. His lips brushing mine.

"Me also." I breathed out. I could hear the door closing as Maxon's lips met mine.

The kiss was quick and faint at first. Maxon's lips trembled against mine. It was as if he was scared to go any farther; like any moment I would disappear from him if he wasn't careful enough. I started to deepen the kiss, reassuring him that it was ok; that I wasn't going to break that easily.

"Do you know how much I love you?' he said in between kisses.

"I'm not sure... Tell me." I whispered, giggling slightly.

He looked into my eyes and grinned quite evilly. "I'll show you."

Shivers went from the back of my spine and into my whole body. Maxon gave me one last chaste kiss when he pushed me down the bed. He took off his tie and shoes and threw it down the floor. He then positioned himself above me.

"You really don't know?" His lips only a few millimeters away from my ear.

"I—" before I could think of any smart remark he started kissing me. First at my jaws, then making his way down to my neck. I couldn't help but let out a moan. I could feel his smile on my neck. Oh, God, why did I do that? I blushed into a million shades of red. "Hey, you're not fair!" I pouted.

"Silly girl" He chuckled and then looked into my eyes. We were about to continue where we left off when somebody knocked at the door.

"Prince Maxon, as much as you want Lady America, I would advise that you hold on to what you were doing for another time. We need to verify first if Lady America is in perfect condition before she can do anything strenuous."

It was Maxon's turn to turn red.