So. I was gone for a long time. At first it was because I had a lot of things to do but eventually I realized I lost the passion to continue writing this. I'm deeply sorry. I know how it feels like to read something and then realize that the author discontinued it. Not sure if I'll be updating, if I will, it would probably take a long time.

For those who are interested in continuing this story please PM me.

a very short update

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"America, you're bleeding." I heard Maxon say in horror.

I forced myself to open my eyes and looked down, and just as he stated I was bleeding pretty bad. "No." I choked. I looked straight into Maxon's eyes, pleading-asking him to do something. Without a word, he lifted me up.

"Where are we going?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck; my head dizzy.

"To the clinic." He replied, his voice somewhat strained.

"But the rebels—" I slurred feeling lightheaded.

"I know."

"But—" The door opened and it was bright.

I blacked out after that.

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Voices. I was hearing voices. One was shouting and the other one holding back.

"What do you mean you can't do it?" I heard one shouting. I tried opening my eyes but they felt heavy.

'Where am I?' I wondered.

"As I said, you only have two options." The other voice said firmly.

"What kind of options are those?! How do you expect me to choose?!" The shouting one replied, his voice filled with frustration.

"There's no other option, your highness."

"You're kidding me?" He said in disbelief. "I can't. Why do I have to choose between them? Why can't I have both?" He continued, his voice almost like a choke.

Maxon? He sounded like my Maxon. I forced my eyes to open and saw him. His clothes were covered in blood, his hair was disheveled, his face worn out, but he was still beautiful; He was still my Maxon. "Maxon." I said weakly, calling out to him.

He froze for a second, somewhat shocked. "America?" He said, pausing, as if he was confirming that he really heard me speak. He ran towards me and kissed me on the forehead. I could feel his lips trembling, and tears dampening my hair. 'Why is he crying?' I thought. I lifted my hands weakly to his face, moving him slightly away so that we were facing each other. And when I looked into his hazel eyes, I saw them. They were filled with pain, confusion, dejection and anguish, and I was pulled back into reality.

"My baby?" I asked but he didn't reply. I looked at the other person, who was Doctor Matthew, my eyes pleading for an answer but at the same dreading to learn about it.

"You still have the baby." He said in hesitation.

I was about to breath out a sigh of relief when I felt a sharp pain on my abdominal area. I cried out and whimpered. "It hurts." I cried again, holding onto my stomach.

"We don't have much time. You have to make a decision NOW." Doctor Matthew shouted to Maxon, shoving some papers and a pen into his hands.

Even though I was in such excruciating pain, I shifted my head, facing Maxon. "What does Doctor Matthew mean, Maxon?"

He looked at me, our eyes locked. And then I knew. I knew what it was. "No." I cried, shaking my head in utter disagreement.

"We-" He closed his eyes. "There's no other option."

I let myself despair. "No. no. no." I cried. "This can't be happening! Why now?!" I asked, my voice laced with venom.

"I'm deeply sorry, My Queen." Doctor Matthew said in sorrow. "We— we can't save both of you."

I closed my eyes, trying to calm the storm inside of me.

"It's going to be ok, America." Maxon tried to comfort me. "I'll—"

"YOU'LL WHAT MAXON?!" I shouted in disbelief. "You're king but you can't do anything about this!" I knew he was hurt about what I said, but the pain I'm feeling right now, both physically and emotionally, are heavens apart from his. "I can't do anything about this. We both can't."

I took his right hand with mine and squeezed it. "Look at me, Maxon." I said softly and he did. "Promise me one thing."

"Anything." He whispered, squeezing my hand back.

"Promise me that you'll save the baby."

"America-" before he could reply another shot of pain ran through my body making me tear up and shriek.

"Promise me, Maxon." I said with the last bit of strength I could master and looked into his eyes, pleading as my whole body gave out.

He bit his lips and closed his eyes. I knew it was too much for anyone to make a choice. I knew he was also in so much pain but I just can't. I don't want to understand.

"I'm sorry, America." He looked at me and then to the papers at his left hand; finally signing them. "I'm so sorry."

And then I knew. I knew what choice he made and I hated him for the first time.