Her body shook with uneasiness, a cold sweat dripped from her forehead. No other words left her mouth. Silence molded her, and she sat still, sinking deeper into her inner most thoughts.
A warm, calming smell awoke Stella from her much needed sleep. Rubbing away the sleep, she sat forward and saw Mac seated in her desk chair, a cup of coffee in his hand, and one sat closer to Stella. With a smile and no words, she reached over, nodded a 'Thank you' repsonse to Mac, and took her coffee.
The liquid ran down Stella's throat, and only after one sip, she felt more relieved than she had the previous night. Setting the cup down, she looked back over to Mac, "What are you doing here anyways?"
"Well good morning to you to," Mac chuckled before giving a straight up answer.
"Sorry, Mac. Let me try again. Good morning, and what may I ask is your butt doing seated in my chair?"
Mac couldn't help but laugh at Stella's playful mood this morning. "This butt is seated here because it has questions about yesterday."
Mac noticed a the mood change in Stella. Her face whitened and she seemed to lose all happiness.
"Stell?"
With no repsonse to Mac, Stella got up and left. She made her way to the locker room, and eventually to the showers.
The hot water hit her face, and with a stinging burn, Stella let it continue on. She couldn't take others questions right now. This was too stressful on her part, and to include others would be too difficult.
Finally being able to make some movement, she reached over and flushed away the pain and sorrow. The ache would remain in her heart forever, and bills would soon result from the situation, but for now, the problem faded into oblivion.