Maxon's PoV

I go over to my mother to make sure she's alright. She assures me she's absolutely fine and says she thinks I should go talk to America. I start to go over when I hear my fathers voice behind me.

"Maxon. Are you going to go check on the other girls?"

"Actually I was going to go talk to America. She seems a little traumatized," I say turning around.

"Ah. Well she seems fine to me. Go talk to Elise or Celeste." He say, tone sharp

I take a deep breath. "Fine."

I go over to Celeste who, immediately throws herself at me.

"Oh Maxon! I hate these attacks, they're so frightening!" She looks up at me, attempting to look innocent.

"I know, but we are safe here, I promise." Then I smile at her. "I must go talk to Elise now alright?"

She looks ready to object but I stand before she can say anything.

I talk with Elise quickly and then go over to America. She's looking down, playing with the hem of her dress.

"How are you feeling?" I ask her.

She looks up and I see tears in her eyes. "Do you think it's the northerners?"

I can see the hope in her eyes when she says it. "I think so. I doubt the southerners could attack again so fast."

She nods and then looks me in the eye. "How many?" I frown at her. "How may hurt last time? How many killed?"

"Do you really want to know?"I ask.

She nods. "Ten dead. Forty injured."

"Oh," She says. "Is that a lot?"

I shake my head. "No. That's barley any considering what we're used to."

She nods. "Do you think we can talk later?" She looks around. "In private I mean?"

I nod. "Of course. I'll come tonight."

She smiles up at me and rests her head on my shoulder.

"Thank you. And Maxon?"

"Yes dear."

She just rolls her eyes at the name. "I'm sorry." I frown at her. "I'm sorry for believing that you would do something so wrong. I'm sorry for being such a pain. I'm so, so, sorry. For everything."

"America-" But I'm interrupted by a guard coming down.

"It is safe," He says.

My father goes up first, followed by my mother and the other girls.

I offer America my arm and she takes it, leaning heavily on it.

We climb the stone stairs until we reach the hallway. I start walking America back to her room in the hospital wing but stop when we turn the corner. There, on the wall, is a message:

WE'RE COMING FOR HER

THE ONE THAT MEANS THE MOST TO HIM

America grips my arm tighter. The message is written in blood. The one that means the most to him? It's America.

"I thought you said it was the northerners," America says.

"I thought it was. Come on, lets keep moving."

Finally we reach her room but I wish we hadn't. The bed spread is in shreds. There are tables turned over and glass everywhere but worst of all, there's a sign on the floor: WE'LL BE BACK.