It Didn't Take Me Long to Love You~~A Selection Fan Fiction

America

I lay my hand on Maxon's shoulder. Tears are slowly dripping down my face.

His cuts have been stitched up, but you can still see where he is hurting. His arm lays at an awkward angle, and his back is slightly lifted. I play with his hair, getting it wet from my falling tears. I rock back and forth, still repeating the terrible scene again. Him laying on the ground and blood staining his shirt. Broken shards of glass laying around his body. I thought I was going to lose him. I don't know why, but of all the disasters that happened to him, even his maniac of a father, this is the time I worried about his survival. For his life. Aspen went to get some ice, but when he came back, you could tell he was thinking the same thing. I thought it was sweet of him to be worried. I took the ice from his hands, muttered a quick, "Thank you." and placed it on Maxon's bruises. He occasionally flinched when I put the ice too near to a cut. I always immediately drew the ice away, afraid to wake him.