The Selection- Sick Days

Wonderful Morning

I woke up to a thunderous pounding in my head. I slowly opened my eyes, and realized that not only was my head being smashed by an invisible hammer but my whole mind felt congested. That's when the coughing started. My insides were tarring me apart. I couldn't breath. Suddenly, a warm hand pressed  itself onto my back, rubbing circles around my lungs until my coughing fit eventually subsided. When air filled my lungs again, Maxon asked quite concerned, "are you alright, my dear."

I turned to glare at him. "First off, don't 'dear' me this earlier in the morning, and second—" the coughing came again. I sounded like a dying dog, not that I would know what a dying dog sounded like. Maxon rushed to his knees and put his hands on my back like before and kept saying, "breath, America. Breath."

After a few minutes, the hacking finally stopped. I took deep, slow breaths to try and minimize my aching chest.

"What were you saying, love?" Maxon asked sweetly while still rubbing my back.

I collapsed into his chest and heaved what sounded like a sigh. "I don't even know anymore. My head feels like it's being crushed by concrete, and my entire head is congested. Plus I can't stop—" I coughed. "Coughing."

Maxon gently lifted me into his arms and said tentatively, but also kindly, "I think you need to see a doctor."

"No—" cough, "Du."

Now this made him laugh. "Okay, Miss. Know it All, lets go then."

I groaned, and sat up ever so slowly in order to not rupture my head. I tried to stand up but my legs gave out from under me and my vision started to fade in and out.

Before I could completely collapse inwardly on myself. Familiar, masculine hands grabbed me around my waist.

"Thanks," I breath as Maxon scoops me up into his arms, and pushes me into his bare chest.

"That's why I'm here, dear." I don't even try to correct him as he starts to carry me from our room to the infirmary.

I rap my arms around his neck and whisper, "what else are men good for."

He chuckles and pulls me even closer to his chest. "I'm glad your sense of humor isn't effected by whatever is going on with your body."

"Who said I was joking," I answer while my eyelids begin to feel heavy. My mind starts to zone out, and I don't even hear his reply. I'm so lost in my own daze that the next thing I pick up are bright lights flooding my vision.

"Oh, your Majesty," a new voice says as I'm being transferred from arms to bed. I instantly miss the warmth of my husbands arms and his steady heartbeat. "Whatever is the problem?"

I try to answer but more coughs rack my body, and my breaths shorten. Now multiple pairs of hands are on my back telling me to 'breath'.

"As you can see, she has a horrendous cough, but she also said she has a pounding headache and clogged sinuses." Maxon answers for me while I continue to cough.

"Let me grab my stethoscope and check your breathing." The doctor quickly runs and grabs it."

"Is it okay if I lift your shirt up, your majesty?" I nod and she pulls up my shirt and places the instrument on my chest. The cold metal shocks me a little.

"Now breath in 1, 2, 3, and out 1, 2, 3." I oblige and repeat this motion while she moves the stethoscope across my chest and then my back.

The doctor sighs and says, "from what I gather so far, I'm sure you have pneumonia, but let me run a few more tests to see if there's anything else."

I nod again and begin to close my eyes. Maxon brushes his hand across my forehead and pushes hair off of my face. "Oh, America."

Before I know it, my temperatures being taken, throat swabbed, and blood drawn. While we wait for the results, I pat the space next to me, "Come sit."

Maxon gives me one of his looks that says Are you sure?

"Please." I say, and with that, he comes and lays beside me. I curl up into him, and his warmth and start to fall asleep. His arms wrap themselves around my body and he pulls me even closer to him. I sigh and begin to fall asleep.

"Your Majesties, the results are back." The doctor chirps.

Maxon tenses but doesn't let his hold on me loosen. "What's wrong?" He asked worried.

"It could be worse, but, sadly America has not only pneumonia but also a sinus infection. I'll provide you with medication for both but the best thing you can do is rest."

I cough but nodded. "Just my luck."

I can feel Maxon smile slightly due to my comment but all he says is, "thank you so much Dr. Wright."

"No problem, you majesty, and sleep well America."

I nod again, not having the strength to verbally reply. Maxon lifts me up into his arms the same way he did earlier and carries me back to our room. Then, like a feather, he lays me down in bed and then climbs in right next to me. I roll into his warmth.

"Don't you have larger priorities to handle?" I ask into his chest.

"You're my biggest priority, America." He replies as he places a kiss on my forehead.

I laugh a little, "I love you, Maxon."

"I love you, America."

And with that, sleep overcomes me.

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P.S. I hoped you enjoyed it