The One (A Selection Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

             Chapter 7

            The next morning, the first thing I noticed was the iron taste in my mouth and the pain literally shaking my body.

            Maxon was lying next to me. I gave a cry of pain when I tried to reach for the nurse button on the bed. He stirred a bit, but didn't wake up. The pain was getting to be too much.

            "Maxon," my hoarse voice attempted to choke out as the tears that had filled my eyes started to run down my cheeks. "Maxon." I said a little louder, with my voice still rough. He's eyes fluttered open, automatically his eyebrows scrunched together.

            "America? Are you alright?" He started getting up but took hold of my hand.

 I squeezed my eyes shut, my breath becoming rigid. I opened my eyes to see the room spinning and a frantic Maxon calling the Doctor. Pain rippled through my chest as I coughed. I coughed something up, and the look on Maxon's face told me it wasn't good.

The doctor rushed in with a pair of nurses. My ears kept ringing and I could only read the lips of the people around me. One of the nurses injected my IV with a light purple colored liquid.

I was out within the next ten seconds.

I remember my thirteenth birthday very vividly. May was into toys more than boys, then. Gerad was learning to speak. Kenna had just started dating James then. And Kota, well, he had just left and become famous, but I didn't let that ruin the day.

                The smell of Mom's apple pie filled the house. Though it was usually soggy, it was still my favorite.  We rarely had a lot of food to fill us up, but we always saved up money for birthday dinners.

                On my thirteenth birthday I had gotten an apple pie from Mother, a dress for church from May, Gerad, and Kenna, and an old hair pin with light blue flowers on the stem, with three pearls in each flowers center, which had belonged to my grandmother from Dad.

                I look back at that birthday and think of it as my best birthday, my best memory. I still have the pin with me. It's absolutely beautiful, but I've never worn it, because I was afraid to lose it.

                A cold chill ran against my spine. I tried to wiggle it out but the more I moved the more it filled my body.

                I opened my eyes slowly, focusing on the coldness that was consuming me. A girl came into view. As my vision became clearer, it was not a girl, but a full grown woman with jet black hair and a scar over her cheekbone. She was unfamiliar to me and I began to panic.

                "America, it's okay.  Calm down." She growled out. Her comforting was anything but.

                "Who-who are you?" I croaked out my voice shaking all over the place.I ignored the pain as I pulled myself up to the head of the hospital bed, cowering away from her as she came closer.

                "I am Gaia Woods, Head Commander of Illea. I've come, because they are becoming more intense here. Shooting at the soon to be princess." The dark minded woman spoke.

                "What are you talking about?" I was more scared than ever. Where is Maxon or Aspen or anybody for the matter?

                "Don't worry it's not out yet. I am an advisor to the Royal family." Her tone was hard. She was dressed in head to toe black.

                "Why are you here?" I shook out.

                She grinned, but it wasn't the friendly kind, it was the kind street thief's used before they took whatever you had on you at the time. "Because, they shot you for a reason. And I'm here to find it out."