America's PoV

"Come on America," Maxon mutters, looking down at me in his arms as he jogs through the forest. "You can make it, we're almost there I promise."

"Maxon I just I want you to know that... that I just... I'm sorry that I didn't... that you don't... don't love me like... like I love you... I'm sorry this is how we end... but I'm just so, so tired." My eyes start to drift shut.

"No! America, you've gotta stay with me." He jostles me in his arms. "There it is."

"Wha-What?"

"The castle!" He starts running.

"Ahh! Maxon! Stop, that hurts!"

"I know, I know, but it's okay. You can make it. We're almost there!"

"Maxon-"

Maxon's PoV

America passes out as I'm running. I finally get to the doors. "Help!" I yell throwing open the doors. "I need help! Somebody help!"

"Prince Maxon?" Two guards come running around the corner.

"She needs a doctor! She needs-"

"I'll carry her," One of the guards offers.

I hug America's burning body to my chest. She must be running a fever. "No," I insist and start towards the hospital wing.

A doctor comes right over and ushers me to a bed.

"Do you know what happened?" The doctor asks as some nurse start ripping America's dress down the front.

"Stabbed," I murmur, not taking my eyes off of her. "Twice at least."

"Do you know if she ever hit her head?"

"Her head," I say, almost in a daze. "No. Her head is okay I think."

He nods and starts wheeling her bed away.

I start to follow when he says, "Sir she needs surgery. I think it is best that you stay here."

"Wait but how long will-"

"Excuse me sir," A nurse says rushing behind the bed America is on without sparing the time to even look up and see who I am.

I hurry after the the rush of nurse and doctors down the hall but stop short when they wheel her bed into a room and shut the door. Peering through the small window, I find her just in time to see a nurse come over with two paddles. She presses them to America's chest and her body jerks but the machine next to her stays blank.

The doctors are yelling, I think, I can't hear them through the door. Or maybe I can hear them, I'm just to shocked to listen.

The doctors managed to save America, after three electric shocks directly to her body and two hours of surgery. (I am not a surgeon, sorry if that's wrong.) As it turns out, she was stabbed three times and her lug, as well as two other vital organs, were punctured.

Now she lays in bed, pale and weak but alive, sleeping. I hold her thin hand in mine as I wait for her to finally wake. My mother came by as soon as she heard I had been found and cried when she had seen America, laying unconscious in the bed.

I rest one elbow on me knee and place my forehead in my hand, sighing deeply. I grasp her hand in mine and squeeze my eyes shut.

I consider getting up, out of this uncomfortable hospital chair, for a little while and get some water for when America wakes up when, to my shock, I hear a choked cough from the bed beside me.

"America?" I gasp, jerking my head up.

She coughs again and her eyes flutter open. When she realizes where she is, her eyes start to dart around in panic and her breaths begin to quicken.

"Hey, hey," I say. "Shh, you're okay America, calm down. America dear look at me. See me, see Maxon? Shh, shh, it's ok, it's alright darling."

"Knife," She stutters. "Dangerous." She starts sobbing.

"I know dear," I say. "I know, but you're safe now, I promise."

Her eyes dart up to meet mine and the look of desperation she gives me breaks my heart.

"M-Maxon," She stutters through her gasps.

"I'm right here dear, I'm right here."

She takes a couple shaky breaths before squeezing her eyes shut and calming herself. Opening her eyes she starts to push herself up into a sitting position, wincing in the process.

"I'm sorry," She says, not meeting my eyes. "I didn't want you to see me break down like that. I'm sorry I got lost, I'm sorry for all the trouble you probably got in for leaving to find me." At this she glances up cautiously to look at me for conformation.

I shake my head. "He didn't do anything America." Then I quickly add, "And if he did, it wouldn't have been your fault, I'm the one who snuck out."

"But I'm the reason you did," She sighs. Suddenly her eyes grow wide. "Are you... did the rebels..."

"America, I'm perfectly fine," I reply. "But how do you feel? Are you in pain? Are you thirsty?"

She shakes her head and yawns. "Just tired."

I nod. "Get some sleep. You need it."

She looks up at me with big, innocent eyes. "Will you stay?"

I give her a smile. "I'm not going anywhere."