The One Fanfiction

Chapter 5

        I had only fainted for a second, but now my eyes wouldn't open. Why won't they open?
Voices are screaming around me. Hands are touching me, shaking me. I can't respond. I have no control of my body. I try to breathe, but I can't.

        The voices start to quiet. A woman says,"Get her on to the bed. This is how May started. She'll be fine if we get her the medicine. Maxon go get the cure. Now!" May. Maxon. Those names; I know those names. Their faces seem just out of my reach. Footsteps come pounding back into the room. I feel the small prick of a needle on my arm.

        A man's voice whispers into my ear, his breath hot to my skin. "I love you too, America. Come back to me, please. Please." A single tear falls on to my cheek.

        Maxon. I remember him. I remember his face. I remember every detail, but why can't I remember anything else? What is happening to me? My brain can't stand under the strain of thinking.

        I fall back into nothingness.
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        I wake up; still no sight, no control over myself, and barely any memory. I feel rested, so I'm going to try and piece together my memory.

        I'll start with Maxon. Maxon is the man I'm in love with. He's prince of Illéa. The Selection is used to find a wife for the prince. I was chosen to become an Elite, one of the final girls in the Selection. Okay, good progress. Now... Why did I enter?

        To help my family. Was I happy to leave? Yes, because Aspen was- Oh, God. Aspen. Memories flooded back. Sitting in the treehouse planning our future, the day I left for the palace, him becoming a guard. I have to keep moving forward. I have to get back all of my memories,

        My family. Brothers? Kota and Gerad. Sisters? May and Kenna. Parents? I have both and my dad calls me kitten.

        My head begins to ache, so again I try to rest.
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        A gentle finger strokes my cheek. It's Maxon. I know it is. Only he could make my skin tingle like that with a single touch. I try to call out, to say his name. It came out a mumble, but it was enough.

        Maxon grabbed me and put my head in his lap. He whispered to me," America? Can you hear me?" He paused waiting to see if I reacted. I tried but not a peep came out.

        Maxon spoke again, realizing I wasn't going to respond. "I want you to know that I need you. You're everything to me. I love you, America. The medicine isn't working, so I need you to fight it. Fight it for me." By the end of it, I felt as if I could pop right up and go back to him. But I couldn't. That' sweat happens when you're paralyzed practically everywhere.

        I was brought back to the present when Maxon started sniffling. He was crying. No, Maxon can't cry. He can't cry over me. That's when I realized something. If I died, he would be destroyed. Maxon would never love again. I can't let him go down that road.

        I am strong. I can push through this. I put all of my anger at this sickness into waking up. I put all of my love for Maxon into waking up. I put my very being into waking up- and I did.