America POV

I sat on the raised platform with Maxon and Kriss, the smile Maxon had told me to wear not leaving my face. I looked around the edge of the room, for fear that eye contact would make me bread down. Because of this, I noticed that most of the guards suddenly stepped away from their post, and took out a strip of red fabric and tied it around their head. I looked around the room, and nobody had noticed. One of the guards wearing red, who I realized were rebels walked up behind Bariel as I was trying to get Maxon's attention to tell him, and put a bullet through her head.

Then the screaming began.

The room was chaos, everyone was screaming. I saw Maxon trying to get a hysterical Kriss on the floor under a table, reassuring her. I saw Aspen shooting at the rebels. And then I saw the worst thing. One of the rebel guards was working on aiming a gun at Maxon. So I did the only thing I could think to do. I ran for Maxon and jumped in front of him. I felt several searing unbearable pains. I saw Maxon's face swimming in my vision, begging me to stay with him. I knew I was dying. At least I wouldn't have to see Maxon with another woman. And then everything went black.

Maxon POV

I remember telling America to smile, and that I would be glad to have her out of the palace. I wanted to hold her, but she had gone too far this time. I remember the shooting starting. I tried to get Kriss to safety. Then, my beautiful America leapt if front of me, taking the bullets that were meant for me. Now, I'm sitting in a safe room, wondering if America will be okay, if I would have actually proposed to Kriss, if, if, if.

When the guards alert us the attack is over, I pull one of the guards aside.

"Has Lady America been found yet?" I ask him.

"Yes." he replies

"Where is she.", I ask, hoping with all my heart she's alive.

"The infirmary."

And then I'm off running towards the infirmary, hoping America is okay.

"Where is lady America?" I ask one of the nearest doctors to me.

"She's…"

Is she dead? I think to myself.

"She's in surgery," the doctor says.

"Surgery?Why?" I ask. "When will she be out of it?"

"She's in surgery because she needs four bullets removed, as well as a chest tube because one of them collapsed her lung." He replies.

A while later, I see a flash of bright red hair. It has to be America. Nobody else in the palace has hair like that. I sit by her, holding her hand while she sleeps. When a doctor comes to check on her, I ask him how long it will be until she wakes up. He says about three days.

Fast forward about three days…

The past few days, I've mostly just sat beside America, watching her sleep. I see her eyes flutter. Was it a trick of the light? No, her eyes open, revealing her beautiful ice blue eyes.

"America", "America, can you hear me?" I ask hopefully, grateful that she has finally woken up.

"Yes" she croaks out. "Maxon, why am I in the infirmary" she asks.

"You kind of got shot."

"Oh yeah." And then she laughs her beautiful melodic laugh.

I grab a box I have been keeping on a table next to her bed for the past few days. She doesn't see.

"America" I say

"What" she replies

"Don't doze off, okay." I pause for a second. I'm ready. "America Singer, since I met you I have been completely in love with you. You are the light and joy of my life. Will you marry me?" I am on one knee next to her bed, showing the ring I picked specially for her. It is silver, with some beautiful embellishments. There is a large aquamarine, with several small diamonds circling it...

(this is me being mean not saying her answer here)

America POV

I wake up and see Maxon's face.

"America", "America, can you hear me?" He asks

"Yes" I say. "Maxon, why am I in the infirmary?"

I have several aches, although I suspect they are dulled by pain medication. There's also several tubes sticking out of me-a chest tube, a NG tube, an IV and nasal cannula.

"You got shot, remember?" he says

"Oh yeah" Then I laugh.

I'm about to doze off again when I hear Maxon tell me not to doze off. I'm about to make a face, but then I see him on one knee holding a ring.

"America Singer, since I met you I have been completely in love with you. You are the light and joy of my life. Will you marry me?" He asks.

I can't speak for a second, but when I can, I reply.

"Yes" I say

Okay, so my first fanfiction. Not my best work, but it'll probably get better as I get the hang of this. Hope you guys liked it. Please review with your thoughts and ideas.(:

I know it's Celeste who dies in the book, but I couldn't bring myself to kill her. So I just killed Bariel because for a while they were twinsies.