The Newlyweds

Chapter 19

America's POV

I am able to reach the palace without the guard catching up to me and the real guards are able to capture him. They storm outside and grab Aspen and Kriss before they get away. They smile as they are dragged in and I look for Maxon. He's on the group bleeding. The guards run him into the hospital with me close behind them. A couple of the nurses drag me out of the hospital and onto a bench. They hold me down but I have no strength to fight. Maxon's not gone I can feel it in my heart, but he's hurt and I don't know how badly. Maxon sat on this bench months ago waiting for me. It was hard but I left that night it wasn't really that awful at least for me. I waited on the bench for five hours. The cook brought me dinner, but I didn't eat it. I fell asleep somewhere around midnight and dreamed awful terrible things. I was older maybe late sixties. The country was in ruins and I didn't know why. I sat on the ground in dirt rags with flames burning around me. When I looked up I saw three people. They were around their late forties and had smiles on their faces. The middle person was a boy who had bright blue eyes. He looked at me like King Clarkson use to, with disapproval. The two girls on either side looked exactly the same as each other and both looked at me with regret and longing. The middle boy spoke in a booming voice.

"Queen America Schreave on this day you have been proven guilty of abandoning your three young children. When your husband died you fell apart. Your children were born but you could not care for them. You abandoned them and left them to the rebels who took control of your country and changed it for the better. Sit in your old home of Carolina and watch what is left of your country burn with you."

I woke up screaming, but nobody's comforting arms were there for me. Guards came running but I waved them off. The sun was shining through the windows so I knew it was morning. A nurse would've gotten me if there was any news so I knew nothing dramatic had happened. I tried to focus on my work but the only thing I was able to do was eat. A nurse came to my office around noon and asked me to follow her. She looked tired, she must've been awake all night.

"Is Maxon alive?" I ask. I know he's not "okay" he was shot.

She doesn't answer and that worries me. We walk into the hospital and I see a closed curtain at the end of the room. My heart starts beating faster and faster. The nurse pulls the curtain open and I look at Maxon lifeless in the bed. He's breathing thankfully but I see his heartbeat is slow. The doctor who I saw only two days ago comes over to talk to me.

"Queen America I have both good and bad news for you. The good news is that he is alive. He was hit with two bullets, one in the shoulder and one in his head. The bad news is that the bullet wound is possibly fatal. We were able to remove the bullet and repair the majority of the obvious injuries, but he's in a coma and we are not certain he will ever wake up."

I fell to the floor and watched the world turn black around me.