Trapped (Maxon and America Love Story)

Chapter 8

The machines beeping wakes me. Wires are attached all around me. I feel a breathing thing resting on my upper lip. I'm in a hospital gown. An IV is stuck in my wrist or forearm. On my opposite arm, Maxon's head rests on it. His coat is off. He wears a gray t shirt.

I feel around my head. When my fingers touch the back it hurts. It feel bruised and stitched up. My cheek pounds as the same with my head. My back is sore. My whole body is sore. Maxon lifts his head up. "Hey," he says softly. "How are you feeling?"

"Like a truck just hit me."

"The doctors said you were pretty beat up. You have a mild concussion and you have twenty stitches in the back. They'll dissolve tomorrow most likely," he looks at me sadly. Like this was his fault.

"Maxon this isn't your fault. It's mine. I shouldn't have asked you to set this up. I knew you didn't want to but I pushed. It's my fault. Don't blame yourself."

"I feel like it's mine. If I would be been there with you I could've stopped it, but trust me it's never gonna happen again."

"What do you mean."

"We executed him this morning. He had done so crimes I couldn't list them all with one piece of paper." I feel sympathy towards Aaron but don't. Maxon brings me in for a hug then presses a light kiss on my forehead. "How long have I been out?"

"Three days."

"Three days?! The ball is in two days!"

"Its fine. There's no need to worry. I have it all under control. If you need to rest we'll reschedule it."

"What happened on the report?"

"Nothing too major. I just told them what's been happening. What we're doing about the castes and stuff."

"Thank you," I say.

"It was really no problem. It was almost like any other report."

"I mean thank you for being such a wonderful husband. I don't know what I would do without you. I love you."

"I love you too," he says rubbing his thumb along my hand. Then brings it to his lips. "Ready to get out of here?"

"Beyond ready," I say. A nurse walks in and does a little check up before I leave. She unhookes the wires off of me and shuts the machines off. I change into some sweat pants and a t shirt, Maxon brought me. "Oh my gosh, Maxon."

"What?"

"You're wearing jeans." He looks down and sees his pants. "Yeah I guess so," he says.

"I think it's a good look."

He picks me up bridal style and takes me out of the hospital wing. "I think you're a good look," he says. Then walks up the stairs. He walks me up to my room. He tucks me in the covers and kisses my forehead, "Good night," he says walking away. "Maxon," I say, "I can't sleep without you."

"I was hoping you were coming to say that. I can't sleep without you either." He runs to his room and changes into pajama pants. Then gets under the covers with me. "Good night my dear," he says. "Good night my royal husandness." His lips touch the top of my head and I rest on his chest.

I wake up to the sound of maids rustling in my room. I pat the empty spot next to me. My head jerks up and looks around. My eyes land on a note.

Dear America,

Please rest for the day. I've cancelled all your meetings for today and have advisors finishing things for the ball tomorrow. Please rest today. I will come and check up in you when I can.

Love,
Maxon

I get up then suddenly lay back down. Mary and Paige rush over to me. They prop a pillow behind me. "Your highness, we advise you to stay in bed for today. Save your energy for tomorrow. His majesty said he might even cancell it."

"I'm fine, I just need to walk around." They both help me up. Once I get balanced on my feet I go to the bathroom.

My face has a big bruise on my cheek. The back of my head feels like it's been crushed a million times. My legs have bruises and have hand marks on them. I get in the shower and wash some of the remaining blood off of me. I change into some yoga pants and a t shirt.

Mary and Paige are dusting even though the room is completely spotless. "Please take the day off," I say.

"Sorry your majesty but this is our job."

"America," I say.

"How about you just lay down."

"Mary I'm fine," I say sitting on the bed.

"Fine," she says, "We have your dress ready to go." Paige pulls it out of a black cover. The deep, dark blue looks amazing with the reflective little diamonds on the dress. It goes all the way to the floor and is strapless. They hand me my thin headband with a crescent moon on the top. "This is amazing. It's exactly what I envisioned," I say in awe. I get up and pull them in for a hug. "You guys are the best."

"You're the best," they both say.

"Now I demand you to go and take the day off."

"I don't think we can do that. What if you fall? Nobody is here."

"I demand you," I say stern but playfully. They both head out the door and leave me alone. I head down stairs. It's already lunch. As I walk I stare at the artwork along the walls. Of course I bump into someone. "Hey America!" Aspen says, "How are you feeling?"

"Good I guess. Still sore and all."

"Yeah. You were out for a while. Everyone in the palace looked after you. Even if you just twitched your hand, the whole palace would come and visit."

"Wow," I say walking down the halls with him, "how's Lucy? I haven't got the chance to talk to her."

"She's good. Getting tired and definety getting a baby bump," he says chuckling. As we walk down the stairs I spot a figure sprint across the floor. Aspen puts me behind him. He speaks into his walkie talkie and tells them to sound the alarm. He picks me up and runs to the royal safe room. He shuts the door and locks it. His finger flicks the switch and brightens the room up a little.

Maxon rushes over to me. "Thank God you're okay. I was beginning to worry."

"It took us a minute to get here," I say.

"I know but in one minute anything can happen," he says and leads me to a sofa, "How are you feeling? Sorry I had to leave. You just looked so tired."

"Just sore and you didn't have to cancel my meetings. I'm perfectly fine."

"Fine? You were attacked. You had twenty stitches. How can you call that fine?"

"Its okay," I say.

"I know but I just want to make sure you're safe at all times. I don't know what I'd do if something honorific happened to you. I'd never forgive myself. At the moment I'm trying to forgive myself. All I hear is that it's my fault. I shouldn't have left you alone in that room. If I could've just-"

"Its okay. It's in the past now. Let's just think about now. We're safe and together. That's all that matters," I say looking into his brown eyes.

"I love you," he says leaning towards me. I press my lips on his. A smile emerges on his face as he kisses me. He's all that matters to me right now. He's my everything. I will always love him.