📖Short Stories📖

💔Break my Heart💔

💔America's heart attack💔~
Maxon's POV

"What?" I whispered, so full of shock from what the doctor just told me, that I almost couldn't believe it. I ran my hands through my hair and paced back and forth for a few seconds before falling into a tight ball, barely holding myself together. "Can I- can I see her?" I asked softly, willing the tears not to come.

"I'm extremely sorry Your Majesty, but not right now. She's going into emergency surgery," the doctor replied with a quiet sigh. You could tell he felt very awkward to be alone with the king as I mentally broke down. "But don't worry. Our staff is working very hard to keep her alive and well," he added with a small, forced smile.

I nodded, wiping tears away from my cheeks as they fell. Only moments ago I had my beautiful wife in my arms, and now... I let out a loud cry. "America!" I wailed as gallons of hot tears poured down my face. I had promised that I would protect her and love her in sickness and in health until death do we part. I knew at the moment that death might be close, and I was certain I would love her long after both of us died. But I had failed to protect the most important thing to me in the world. I felt helpless.

After a few minutes, I stood up and uncovered my face, blinking away my tears. I saw out the window to the hospital waiting room that May and Marlee were grasping each others hands, deep in prayer. I took a deep breath and whispered a little prayer myself. I squinted my eyes shut, and rubbed my temples. As I paced around the room, I tried to imagine life without America. It was unbearable. I couldn't lose hope.

The second Aspen found out what happened, he came on the spot. He tried to comfort me. He was being so brave. He'd known America even longer than me, and I was sure he'd snap any second. But just like Aspen always was, he stayed strong.

"America doesn't let things happen to her. She's a fighter," he assured me. I wanted to believe him, but every second I was without my wife was another lost bit of hope. I needed to be there with her. I would give her my heart, anything for her to have one beating in her chest.

I shamelessly cried into Aspen's arms, forgetting myself for a while. I was the King, but I was only human, and this hurt. Bad. I didn't care who saw or what they thought. I was sad and frustrated. Aspen patted me on the back. "Hey, it's okay," he said. I was happy he was attempting to make me feel better, but nothing was really going to do that but the sound of America's voice.

I was very lucky to have such a good best friend. Aspen came second only to America and my kids. My kids. My son. Ahren. I let out another cry, feeling defeated on so many levels. My son ran away, my wife had a heart attack, the country was falling apart. It was all too much for me to handle. Where were my other children?

I asked that Kaden and Eadlyn come, knowing we needed to go through this together as much as possible. Poor Osten would be too scared, too young. I anxiously waited for my kids to arrive and for news about my wife.

At this point I wasn't even attempting to keep myself together. I was crying harder than I ever had in my life, thinking about my wife on her deathbed. I couldn't do anything to help her.

"I can't lose her. I don't know. . . I don't . . ." I cried. Aspen grabbed me by the shoulders. "Don't think about that now. We need to believe she'll be fine. And you need to think about your children." I nodded sadly, feeling completely incapable to think about anything other then whether or not my America, my wife, the love of my life, would survive.

"Daddy?" I looked up to see Eadlyn almost in tears. I instantly turned to her and caught her in a tight hug. We cried to each other for a while, though I tried to slow myself down. I needed to be brave for my kids. I could imagine they were feeling the weight of this as much as me. Especially Eadlyn, the oldest, the wisest, and Ahren's twin.

"What happened?" asked Eadlyn.
"I don't know, honey. I think the shock of Ahren leaving was too much. Heart problems run in her family, and she's been so anxious lately," I replied as bravely as I could manage. Then I continued, talking to no one in particular. "I should have made her rest more. I should have asked her for less. She did everything for me." I knew I shouldn't blame myself for anything, but I couldn't help thinking that this was all my fault. Like I could've stopped it somehow. I would do anything to stop it.

Aspen pulled my arm. "You know how stubborn she is," he said kindly. "Do you think for one second she'd have let you make her slow down?" He smiled sadly. I nodded and drew a breath. There was nothing I could do now but hope for the best. "Okay, so now we wait."