America's PoV

I wake up in an extremely soft bed. I can feel a light weight on my hand. I slowly open my eyes to see like three wires attached to my arm. My head feels groggy and I'm confused. Where am I. The last thing I remember is falling asleep in someones arms.

I reach down and start to pull one of the wires out of my arm.

"America!" I hear beside me and stop fiddling with the wire. I turn to see Maxon sitting in the chair beside me. "Oh my- Thank God you're awake! I'm just-" He turns to the door. "Doctor!" He calls.

As he turns back I start trying to pull the wire out of my arm again.

"No, no, no America. You need those," Maxon says. I look up at him confused and try to pull it out again. "No America," He says again taking my hands softly away from my arm.

I frown again just as a man comes in.

"Ahh, Lady America. Good to see you're awake. How are you feeling?"

I just frown up at him. Who is he? The doctor I think. But where am I? How did I get here? What's going on?

"Hmm," The doctor says. He looks down at his clipboard. "Yes she seems to be a bit confused." He turns to Maxon and hands him some medicine. "Here, give her this. It should help with the pain and confusion."

Maxon nods and the doctor leaves.

"Here America. This'll help," Maxon says handing me one of the pills and a glass of water from my bedside table.

I press my lips together and shake my head. I feel extremely childish but can't bring my voice to work.

"Come on America," Maxon says patiently. "It really will help." I shake my head again and he sighs. "Then at least drink some water."

My shoulders slump slightly but I take the glass from him. As soon as he lets go though it starts to slip and he grabs it again.

"Here. Let me help you." He brings the glass to my lips and uses his other hand to tilt my head back. I take a long sip and sigh.

"Maxon? What happened? Where am I" I ask.

"You're in your room," He says putting the glass back where it was. "You've been out for about a day."

I nod. Out for a day? Why was I- Then suddenly the memories come crashing back and I start to cry.

Maxon looks confused for a minute but then wraps me in a hug. "Shh," He says. "I know, I know. You're okay now."

He pulls back and wipes my tears away.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I nod. "Aspen... I can't believe he would just... just..." I feel another tear slip down my cheek.

Maxon wipes it away but his eyes are hard.

"I know," He says. "I can't believe he could forcibly do that to you." He shakes his head. "And after all you'de been through."

"Is he..." I trail off.

"No. Though he deserves to be. He was shot in the shoulder."

I press a hand to my stomach.

"You hungry?" Maxon asks. I nod. I'm starving. When was the last time I ate? Two, three days ago? "Okay, hold on a sec."

He presses the bell for my maids and in just a few seconds Lucy comes in.

"Lucy," I cry. I try to sit up a little more but don't have the strength.

"Here," Maxon says and helps me sit up, propping the pillows behind me.

"Thanks," I say then turn to Lucy. I open my arms for a hug and she comes forward into my arms.

"I'm so glad you're okay miss," She says and I smile.

"I missed you so much. Are Mary and Anne okay?" (I think that's how you spell her name?)

"Oh yes miss. They're fine." Then she looks between Maxon and I. "What can I get you your Majesty?"

"Something to eat please?" He says. Then he beckons her over and whispers something to her.

Lucy smiles. "Of course your Majesty," She says and leaves quietly.

"What'd you say to her?" I ask him.

Maxon smiles. "Oh you'll see soon enough."

I sigh and shake my head. few minutes later Lucy comes back in with a plate of strawberry tarts.

I smile. "Thank you," I say as I take a bite. "This is probably the best food I've ever tasted." Maxon laughs. "I mean it makes sense right? They barley fed me anything so this would just be heaven."

Maxon's eyes darken when I mention my lack of food.

"But it's okay," I say, trying to make him feel better. "I'm safe now right? And so are you. And the other girls, and my family." My family! Suddenly I start to worry. "My family's okay right?"

Maxon looks down. No. No, no, no, no, no. This can't be happening.

"America I'm sorry," Maxon looks up at me. "While you were... away, your father passed." I feel my eyes start to water and Maxon nods. "I know America. I'm so sorry." He leans forward to give me a hug but when he tries to pull away I pull him forward so he's sitting next to me on the bed.

He puts his arm around me and sighs. "I'm so sorry America."

"At least... At least it wasn't at the hands of a rebel."

He nods. "Yeah."