1Mac's Point of View:
I'm just sitting here waiting for her to wake up. That's all I can do. The doctor told me that If she doesn't wake up within 3 days she probably won't make it. Stella. My Stella, not making it. That's not even a possibility I can think about. What happened? Things were so perfect for that split second of time. We were all laughing and joking one second and the next thing I know, the doctor is ushering me out of the room, all of the monitors are beeping and Stella is back to fighting for her life. All because of that fucking bomb.
At least I got the chance to tell her I love her. Stop it, Taylor! You're already talking like she's dead. She'll make it. She has to.
She made it.
Stella's Point of View:
There he was. The man I love. Just sitting there, waiting for me to wake up. What the hell happened to me? The last thing I remember was laughing at what Danny said about Mac making a move on me. Then it all went black. I sat up waiting for Mac to awake when Claire came in. She quietly told me what had happened and that I should just rest. Mac didn't wake up during any of it, so I took matters into my own hands.
I threw my pillow at Mac and watched as he looked up startled then saw the source of his rude awakening. His face softened and he quietly asked, "How ya feeling Stell?" "Like hell." I replied with a pout. "Mac, you know I hate hospitals, although one good thing did come out of this visit." He smiled and said, "Well, the doctor said that if you are good and don't scare us like that again you can go home in 2 days. But in the meantime..." he said walking towards my bed. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" "Just one thing" I said smiling as I scooted over to make room for him. He lied down next to me and pulled me close to him. I looked deep into his eyes as he pulled me closer to him and pressed his lips against my own. It was so magical. We remained like this for several minutes until I pulled apart and said, "Mac, tell me what happened at the warehouse."
"Well, I had Lindsay and Hawkes process the scene and what they gather is this. When you walked in and opened the door it set off a timer. Then the entire warehouse was blown to bits. Stell, it's a miracle that you lived." I waited several minutes before I said anything, "Was anyone else hurt?" Mac said, "No one else was hurt. You know that warehouse was so off the beaten path that no one even knew it existed."
"Mac, did you guys solve the case that I was working on before all of this happened?" I asked him, gesturing to the hospital bed I was in. "Yes, we did and the guy who killed Gracie Forester was the same guy who built the bomb to destroy the warehouse. He confessed to everything and has been charged with First Degree Murder and the attempted murder of a police officer."
Mac was still laying next to me and I still had my entire body pressed along the length of his when Claire came in. She started to protest but then stopped when she saw that Mac had fallen asleep and I think that she didn't have the heart to wake him, considering he was here almost more than she was. She took my vitals and told me that everything looked perfect and I could go home tomorrow but that I would be in a wheelchair for at least two months and had to have physical therapy for six months to regain total control of my lower back muscles. She left and I sighed just thinking how long the months ahead were going to be.
Since I was still awake and Mac was asleep I decided to have some fun. I quietly pulled Mac's phone from his pocket and took all these pictures of him sleeping, and pictures of me and him. I set a picture of me as his background and a picture of him and me (with him sleeping) as his incoming calls background. I thought it was really funny, and then Mac started moving around. I tried to slip his phone back in his pocket but instead bumped into him. His eyes opened and he gave me a funny look. I was caught red handed. He shook his head and tried to act like he was mad, but I saw through that. I gave him back his phone and I'm pretty sure he deleted all the pictures of him sleeping but I could still see my face on the screen when he slipped it back into his pocket.
I told him what Claire had told me about going home, physical therapy, being in a wheelchair and all the medical mumbojumbo that comes with a major injury. He nodded and said, "Stell, I really hate to leave, but you know the job, plus I could really use a hot shower and some decent food. I'll be back tonight, and I'll sneak in a hamburger and shake for ya. Plus some decent coffee." My eyes lit up just at the mention of coffee. "Ok. I will see ya tonight. I love you." Mac bent down and gave me a heartstopping, soul searing kiss, and said, "I love you too, Stell. I'll be back before ya know it. Just rest babe. Bye." And with that Mac walked out the door.