Last chapter for this fic :) t'was just a short one :)

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Mac shot up in bed. It was a dream he had often, one he couldn't forget. It was the night he had left Stella after his visit in New Orleans.

He had turned the car around after only a few hours, he had decided to tell Stella he loved her; he was decided to beg her to return to New York so they could start a life together. He could still remember the smell of the blood, the paleness of her skin, how cold and limp her body was. The EMT's had arrived at Stella's apartment and immediately taken her away. Mac had sat in the waiting rooms as the Grecian was wheeled into a trauma room. He paced around for almost an hour before a doctor walked out.

"Are you next of kin?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm her boyfriend." Mac responded, ready for the bad news.

"I'm Doctor Altman, sir, Ms Bonasera suffered from pretty deep cuts and severe blood lost, we've given her a transfusion and had..."

"Wait...wait...she's alive?" He interrupted her.

"Yes, she's alive, like I said: we had to give her a blood transfusion and we had to stitch up some of the cuts, but she will make a full recovery." Dr. Altman explained. Mac dropped on the chair behind him and didn't fight the tears that were flooding his eyes.

"Thank you." He nodded towards the doctor as she walked away.

Mac's focus returned to the darkened bedroom. He sat back and leaned against the headboard, taking a deep breath. He glanced to his right and smiled at the sight of the bronze curls on the pillow next to him. He let a strand of hair wrap around his finger and smiled. Stella stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes.

"What are you doing up?" she asked rubbing her eyes. She turned and looked at the alarm clock that told the time in big red numbers. "We're not due into work for another three hours." She turned and pulled the sheets around her.

"I was just getting up to..."

"You had the dream again." She interrupted. Mac sighed and nodded. Stella sat up in bed to be level with him. She held up both arms in front of her.

"You see that, that one and this scar, they are there, reminders, daily reminders of what could have happened. I am still here Mac, I'm a live and I'm not going anywhere." Mac smiled.

"You keep forgetting this one." He added kissing the scar on her temple.

"I only see it when I look in the mirror. Now Mac, you need to get help, it's been two months, the dreams should have stopped by now."

"You don't understand Stella, when I found you, you were pale white and you didn't have a pulse, not to mention you were in a pool of blood, you were dead in my arms. It's something I can't forget!" He said getting out of bed.

"Mac..."

"No, Stella, I just..." He stopped and took in a deep breath. "I'm going into work, I'll see you later." Stella watched as he got dressed and went out the door. As she sat in bed alone, she remembered the moment she had seen him in the hospital. She had opened her eyes, feeling immediately light headed. She had looked around and seen him sitting by her bedside. He had taken her hand and explained what had happened. She had tried to tell him it wasn't a suicide attempt, she had just been drunk and it was all an accident. He still, to this day, didn't believe her. She sighed as she settled into bed, she had a feeling it would be a long day at work with Mac already mad at her. He still, to this day, didn't believe her when she said she hadn't attempted suicide. As she lay down, her fingers brushed over one of her scars. Mac hated to look at them, but she liked them. They reminded her of what his love for her had done...it had saved her.

The End :)

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~Kate xo