Mac gripped Stella's hand tightly as he stared at her beautiful face. It was full of scratches and bruises. He felt a tear form in his eye and went to move it away. He didn't want to lose Stella, it would be like losing Claire all over again, and that was something he could just not deal with. He looked down at his and her hand intertwined and smiled, he thought of all the beautiful memories they had together. The moments when they're hands would touch softly while exchanging papers, or the long, intimate hugs they would share after an emotional case. Even the times when they made love, he thought of those amazing times, he remembered the look of love in her eyes, the smell of skin and hair, and the feel of her fingers as they ran over him.
The hospital room was quiet, not a sound but the rhythmic beeps of the heart monitor that counted Stella's heartbeats. As long as it kept beeping, Mac was at peace. He sat there in the clean, pristine room and wondered who would ever want to hurt his team, or Stella, his angel on earth. Anger pulsed through his veins as he recalled the night that led to all this pain. He had the urge to go back to his office and work non stop until he figured out who had done this to his Stella. But he couldn't leave Stella alone in this God forsaking place.
He felt a squeeze on his hand and his head snapped up, Stella's eyes fluttered open and focused on him. She gave him a small smile, Mac's smile in return lit up his face and he reached forward and moved a piece of hair out of her face. Stella gazed into his eyes and squeezed his hand harder.
"I didn't quit on you, Mac," she whispered. Mac's heart burst from happiness and he couldn't contain it anymore. He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She returned the kiss, when they pulled apart, Mac pressed his forehead to hers. "I'll never give up on you, Stel. Ever"