Our Life Together

Chapter Fourteen

"Your majesty, all signs of rebels in the palace are gone. You may come back up," a guard says after unlocking the safe room door. My father walks over to have a light conversation with him. Their voices are just mumbles as they reach my spot on the cot. I slide my feet off the side of the make shift bed, but Flynn is immediately next to me, trying to get me to stay put.

"Celia, just let me carry you up," he says. I shake my head and plant both of my feet on the ground and force myself to push my weight off the cot. Slight pain shoots up my right leg but nothing too serious. Flynn gives me a questioning look but I shrug it off.

"I'm fine, Flynn. I can handle walking to the medical wing," I say. The questioning look doesn't leave his face. He takes my hand as I walk a step forward. Leaving all of my weight on right foot results in there being too much pressure on the leg and a terrible pain rockets up my leg and causes me to fall forward. Flynn is already in front of me, stopping me from falling.

"You are not fine. There is something seriously wrong with your ankle this time. Just accept a little help," Flynn says. I sigh and nod in agreement. His arms have already snaked around my back and under my knees before I can say anything. I loop my arms around his neck as he walks out the door and up the steps, leaving everyone else behind us.

We walk—well, he walks while carrying me—all the way to the first floor of the palace, seeking the medical wing in silence. We both ignore the little destruction in the hallways. The mess is nowhere near as bad as it once was. When I was younger the rebel attacks where extremely dangerous. Now, they just consist of a few chairs being knocked over or plant vases being broke.

"Princess Celia! What happened?" Doctor McAndrew (Any Red Band Society fans? Any or am I the only one?) asks as we walk in. Flynn sits me on one of the beds in the long room. All the other beds are empty with a white sheet of paper rolled out neatly on each one. The palace doctor has a concerned look on his face.

"I fell during the rebel attack," I simply explain. He looks at a nurse behind him who quickly walks over to a small filing cabinet and pulls out a file. She brings it over to the doctor before turning away and walking over to a stack of medical files on the longer counter stretching across the length of the room. "I think it might be worse than all the others," I say, referring to all the other times I have fell in the last few months.

"Well, let's go get an x-ray done and see what we can do," he says. I nod and squeeze Flynn's hand. He gives it a gentle yet comforting squeeze back before helping me to the bathroom to change into a hospital gown.

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"So, it's really broke?" Astra asks while poking one of the toes sticking out of the white cast on my foot. I roll my eyes a little and nod. Emily picks up a pink sharpie from her bag—why she carries around sharpies in her purse is a mystery to me—and signs Lots of wishes that you will have a quick recovery. Love, the greatest cousin in the world, Emily. I roll my eyes as I read her note.

"Astra, I am not wearing a cinder block on my foot for the heck of it," I say. Emily giggles a little as she draws a heart around her message. When she puts the cap back on the marker, Astra swipes it from her hand.

"That is inaccurate," Astra mumbles as she leans down to write a message on the cast. Emily and I both twist around to read the message. Okay, weird, married, younger cousin. You better get better soon or else... Love, your favorite cousin, Astra is what she writes in her neat script. Emily and I both roll our eyes.

"That is also inaccurate, darling," Emily says, stealing the marker from Astra and putting it in her mint purse. It's sitting on the coffee table next to my foot. I nod in agreement. Astra flops down next to me on the couch while Emily sits down on the arm chair.

"Astra, she's right. John is my favorite," I say. They both gasp. John is our five year old cousin. He is my Uncle Gerad's second oldest child. He is also the only son among four children. He is really sweet and super cute. His sisters are the complete opposite. All three are little divas despite the oldest only being seven.

"Well, fine. Charles is now my favorite," Astra says. Emily reaches her foot out and steps on Astra's navy ballet flats. Astra just shrugs it off before turning to me with a serious look on her face like she is ready to debate all the world's problems. "So, how are things going with Flynn?" she asks. I smile a little.

"Since we made up things have been really good. He has been really protective since the rebel attack yesterday, though. I'm surprised he even let me out of his sight so he could go to some business meeting with my father," I say. They both nod.

"Well, it could be worse. He could just not care at all," Astra says.

I wasn't exactly sure what to do with the second half of this chapter so it is shorter than all the others. I have ran out of ideas... There was something important here that I needed to add but I can't remember it so... Please comment and vote!

So, I have done a lot of thinking and I have an idea. I just need some opinions... Do you think it would be a good idea if I were to start an instagram account for my Wattpad account? One of my favorite authors does I really like being able to look at that because she posts pictures of who she would have play her characters and all. Plus, I could post fan made covers and tell about when new updates are out. So, should I or should I not make an Instagram for my stories?

Disclaimer: Kiera Cass owns The Selection, not me.