Forever- a Selection Fanfiction

Chapter 3- The disaster.

Hey guys I'm writing this on my phone so sorry for any grammar mistakes!

You've probably heard the expression "if it's too good to be true, it probably is". And it is.
Things were going too well for me, the last two weeks. All organising the wedding and being happy. Maxon and I had our little fights, but they didn't matter. They usually ended with us forgiving each other and telling eah other we'd love each other forever.
But that wasn't the problem. Not even close to it. Something completely unrelated was going on. Something that no one had thought to tell me until it was too late.
May was ill. She was sick, very sick. And although Maxon and I were working on the hospital project for each province, they weren't fully operating yet.
It had started as a cold, apparently, then it had developed into the flu. Nothing I couldn't fix, my mum had said. But then it got worse. Day-long migraines and stomach aches. I had suggested she had gotten her period, but Kenna told me she hadn't. Then she had started puking all day, even though there was nothing in her stomach to puke up- she refused to eat. Now, she doesn't leave the bed, not even to go to the toilet, and is getting worse by the day. Even though the castes are being eliminated, Fives and upwards still haven't been removed. Mum can't afford to get May the medical attention she needs. Even with all the money I won in the Selection.
It seems I'm her last resort. And not just me, mainly Maxon. He's the one with enough money to pay for it. When he heard, he came straight to me and told me what he was going to do. Then I hugged him and kissed him, thanked him with my head buried in his shoulder. I loved him, and he clearly loved me.
When I get home, as in the house I grew up in, it is quiet, except for the sound of Kota getting a glass of water in the kitchen. He gives me a small wave while he drinks, but I ignore it. As I walk away, the guilt creeps up on me. May always was Kota's favourite if anyone. I should be feeling sorry for him, but when I try, there's not a feeling in my soul.
Maxon grips my hand as we walk up the stairs and into May's bedroom. I had almost forgotten he was there. But then when his rough skin met mine, I knew that he was there forever. He would always be. And in that moment, I am so grateful for him, for him being there for me the whole time. I love him, no doubt.
Then I see May, tiny May, lying on her bed, a wet rag lying on her forehead. On second thought, the rag is not a rag- it is simply just a wet facewasher, but I have grown used to the luxury of the palace.
I rush over to her, letting my hand slip out of my fiancé's. "Oh, May!" I cry as the tears start rolling down my face. Oh, sweet, gentle, little May. "Please don't leave us," I say.
"Don't worry America," her little voice strains against the virus. "I'm not going anywhere." Then she starts crying too. Everyone in the room is crying. As I turn around I see Maxon trying to discreetly wipe tears off his cheeks, and laugh inside my head. So I wrap my arms around him and bury my head in the crook of his neck. We stay there, just holding each other, for what could be hours.
Then I bring my lips up to his ear and whisper "Want to see my old room?" He strokes my hair, which is unbrushed as I rushed from the palace, and nods once. I address the room. "We'll be back." Mum and Kenna just nod and whether this is out of agreement or just feels like what the should do is unknown.
I lightly tug on Maxon's hand and pull him down the hall. The door to my room creaks as it opens- it probably hasn't been opened for a long time. My guesses are contradicted when I see the immaculate, dust free room. I go and sit on the end of my bed, watching Maxon stare in awe at my bare room. "You never decorated this place?" He asks.
"Couldn't afford it." I reply simply. Because really, that was all that was holding me back. When I was younger I used to make wreaths out of twigs and leaves and stick them all over my walls, claiming it was art. Then my mother explained that while it was art, she needed me to earn money from it. For us.
Maxon sits beside me, and I rest my head on his shoulder. "Hey," he says gently. "She'll be okay, I know it." I just sigh. There are no guarantees at this stage. No doctors, and no money to pay for them even. Wait...
"Maxon, I- we can't afford the doctors. Could we maybe take her back to the palace with us?"
"It's possible," he starts. "But not quite what I had in mind. See, I talked to the palace nurses before I left, and they said it's more dangerous for her to leave her bed. They also said I can call them if I see the situation is bad."
I gasp. "Can you really?!"
"Yes, and I'm about to call them right now." This is wonderful, oh this is so wonderful. Maxon makes the call and notifies me that they are on their way.
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We return to the palace - duties of course - sound with the knowledge that May will be okay. The doctors visited and prescribed medication for her, and said a few more weeks in bed will do her good. Maxon then even donated a couple of hundred dollars to compensate for the pay Mum, me and May will be missing as they help my little sister. As if he hadn't done enough.
I know both me and my family will always be grateful. Forever.