The Selection without America?

Playing Nurse

America's POV

I get up and open the door wildly so I could get his majesty through it. I made sure no one was coming and then I picked Maxon up. He was heavy. Either that or I was weak. Probably the latter. I struggled to get Maxon that far before he finally started moving again and his muscles tensed.

I stopped and helped him stand. His eyes were still closed and they looked like they wouldn't open for a while. It was like he was sleep walking. He repeated my name like he was testing it on his lips.

"Come on Maxon. I'm taking you to my room." I whisper and pick him again and move faster. My arms felt like every muscle in them were working as hard as possible and they were about to tear.

I knew I couldn't go to Maxon's room because the guards would be there and they would ask questions. By the looks of things Maxon wanted to keep this "incident(s)" a secret. And I'll respect him.

I finally get to my room and knock on the door with my foot quickly before I tip over. Anne answers the door cheerfully but the smile on her face fades once she looks at Maxon in my arms. My arms are sore and red. If I didn't know better the blood dripping from my arms was actually mine.

Anne quickly takes Maxon from my arms and calls for Lucy and Mary. They come scurrying in from the bathroom and closest. I walk in and close and lock the door behind me. Anne puts Maxon on my bed and her arms are already full of blood as well.

"He's bleeding out. Fast." Anne remarks. I look at the three of the girls in front of me. I didn't know what to do.

"Umm... Anne quick get the emergency kit that they keep in almost every room of the palace. Lucy get a bowl of hot water, and Mary get new bed sheets and new clothes for Maxon." I order automaticity. As the three of them run off to do the job I assigned them I move over to Maxon's side.

I hold his hands in mine and kneel besides him. "Maxon, please wake up. Judging by the scares on your back this is not the first time Clarkson has done this to you. Please. Please, just wake up. I'm so worried Maxon. I don't know if you're dying or if you are just out of it, but I can't let you suffer any longer. I won't let you!" Tears threatened to escape my eyes. "I won't let you suffer because- because... I love you. Maxon, I love you!" I scream and cry. I bro g his hand to my mouth and kiss it.

As if me telling him that I loved him just magically cured him, he opened his eyes slowly and lightly squeezed my hand. "America. Where- where am I?" He asks and looks straight at me.

"My room. You blacked out in your office after... umm well I just found you. You were on the ground covered in blood and so I carried you here." I explain to him. He furrowed his brows in confusion. What was he confused about? I leave out me seeing his father beating him for the sake of his mental ability. I didn't want to overwhelm him.

"Oh. I'm fine. Just get me a first aid kit. I'll be fine. I can go back to my office." He assures me and tries to get up off the bed.

"Yeah... about that. No." I say slowly so he can wrap his head around what I'm saying.

"Excuse me?" He asks me. His tone wasn't rude just confused.

"You're staying here. In my room. I'm playing nurse. My maids are out getting what I told them to. You are to stay here. Unless you want to tell everyone how exactly you got beat up this badly." I say. I knew I was kind of blackmailing him, but he'll thank me later. He's not thinking right.

Maxon's POV

What was happening. All I know is that I blacked out after father beat me and then I wake up in America's room with her holding my hand. My back hurt so much. But I couldn't show it. I needed to act strong like I've been doing for the last ten years of my life. America can't see me like this. She can't know about my father. She would think I'm broken and I can't be fixed. I'll have no chance with her.

"I'm back. He's awake now!" I hear Anne's voice say coming through the door.

"I'm also back. Then Lucy is behind me." Mary's voice drifts into the room behind Anne.

My vision was a little blurry probably from my tears that I cried in my office. America saw me cry.

"You guys really don't have to do this. I can handle it myself." I argue with them. They just look at me and stare. Their eyes start to water a little bit. Pity. They are pitying me. They can't pity me.

"Maxon lay down. Please just rest. America has got this. Just let her take care of you." Lucy assured me and presses me back to the blood-wet bedsheets.

"I should at least turn over shouldn't I?" I ask giving up. I didn't have the strength in me to fight them on this. As long as they don't ask questions.

I turn over-painfully- for them and I hear three gasps. One from Lucy, one from Anne, and one from Mary. I knew it because America must have seen them when she saw me in my office.

I slightly close my eyes. I've gotten used to the sting of alcohol against my wounds. I don't flinch. I don't even make a sound. It's normal by now. The only thing that's different is the hands that wash the blood off and put the bandages on.

Her gentle hands on my back, taking care of me sent me into a dizzy. I do love America. I just don't want to get my heart broken. It would hurt even more than my dad's whips. Especially because of the person that would break my heart.

I hear her words to her maids to hand her certain things and to do this or that. Other than that the nursing she does on me feels like seconds and she is done.

"All finished." She says and I can hear the smile in her voice. She's happy I'm okay. The feeling was nice for a second. Before I realized that I could probably never have her.

"Okay. Thank you. I'll be on my way now." I say quickly and get up quicker. It hurt but I needed to get out of there before my feelings exploded.

"Maxon. We need to talk." America says sternly. She's probably the only person besides my parents I would let use that tone with me.

I turn around slowly and I meet her eyes and there wasn't pity or sorry-ness in her eyes like I expected. Instead there was worry and concern in her eyes. But most importantly, there was confusion in them.

"Okay." I swallowed my pride and looked down. I will be totally honest with her. About anything. Anything she wants to know, I will tell her.

"Girls could you-" America starts but the three of them get the hint and leave before she can finish.

Now we were all alone.

My chapters are getting longer!! So what do you think America will ask about? What do you think this conversation will uncover? Feelings? Truths? Lies? Will America keep this a secret? Will she even not tell aspen? Her husband. Will they confess their love for each other? What will Kriss think of this if she finds out? How will Amberly react? Please please comment!! Also please vote!!!!❤️

I will post again on 7/24/18

Spoiler: America and Maxon talk and some truths are uncovered and feelings.