Stella
We arrived in Texas after what seemed like years. I was so tired of being on this airplane—and I still felt like a fool for having touched Mac inappropriately. But it wasn't like it was my fault; I was completely asleep, unaware of what was going on around me. We had stayed silent most of the time, almost afraid of each other. I was stupid.
We got out the plane and went directly to the hotel we would be staying in for God knows how much time. It seemed like more the hours passed, the more anxious I got. The idea of seeing Claire again was almost scary in some way. It had been such a long time... I had gotten through the rough times of losing a good friend, now I was being told she was still alive after all those years... I couldn't even imagine how Mac had felt when he had learned the news.
We both went to our rooms which were placed one in front of the other. I liked it that way—I felt safe with Mac close to me.
I placed a few things here and there, the most important and then crossed the hallway to Mac's bedroom.
"So," I said, rubbing my hands together. "When are we going to see her?"
He took a deep breath and sat down on the bed. "Whoa, I just can't believe it Stel. I can't believe I'm going to see my wife soon."
I smirked and gave him a light tap in the back. "Stop saying you don't believe it and go see her."
He grinned back. "Yeah, I think you're right."
He got up and left his room, me walking behind him. I had my purse with me in which I had Claire's gift. I didn't know in what condition she was in but if she was awake and alert, I would give it to her. God I wish she was okay. Mac would be totally broken if it was not the case. I didn't want to see him that way; it would sadden me even more. I hated seeing Mac sad, it broke my heart completely.
We took a cab to get to the hospital. Mac gave the address to the driver and we both waited patiently in the backseat without saying a word. We were both scared and worried but at the same time, extremely happy.
I looked out the window, admiring the many beautiful aspects of Texas. And to much of my surprise, we were already arrived at the hospital where Claire was.
We both thanked the driver and got out the cab, Mac quickly paying him. We looked like robots entering the building, emotionless. It didn't show in our faces but we were tremendously stressed. I could feel the sweat in the palm of my hands and falling down my spine. I made a small prayer, wishing everything would be all right and that's when we saw a nurse. According to her nametag, she was Cassandra. "I'm Cassandra Hale," she said in a soft tone. "Can I do something for you?"
"Yes," Mac said in almost a whisper. "I would like to see my wife; Claire Conrad-Taylor."
"Oh, you are Mac Taylor," she said with a smile. "It'll be my pleasure to get you to her room."
Mac quickly glanced at me and took my hand which he held tightly. "You're ready?"
I looked into his beautiful blue eyes and nodded. I just hoped my prayer had been listened to...