I haven't written for a super long time! This is my first Suits story so please be somewhat kind, I'm new here! I don't know whether this idea has been carried out before and I started it a few days ago. I got some encouraging tweets earlier that made me want to go back to it and I've somehow ended up finishing the first chapter. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it, it isn't very long and I think the writing started out okay but quickly went downhill... Please leave some reviews because I feel like I really need the feedback. Thanks x

'You know what Harvey? I'm done…' She trailed off as her eyes glazed over. Feeling completely overwhelmed and with a rising lump in her throat, Donna turned away, took a deep breath, and walked. Desperately trying to hold back the tears and keep herself together, she held her head up high as she aimed her path towards the revolving doors ahead of her. 'One foot in front of the other, that's all' she told herself in her attempts not to fall apart then and there, right on the spot she was stood. The doors felt heavier than they ever had; Donna felt as though she was battling against the world. The glaring lights of the street were nothing more than colourful blurs in her tear-filled eyes, which were beginning to sting to the point she felt she couldn't keep them open any longer. Donna could hear him shouting her name, calling out to her as he followed her path out of the lobby, but she chose to ignore him to try and block him out entirely. By this point she was paying no attention to her surroundings whatsoever. Clumsily walking into someone whose face she didn't even register, Donna stumbled back. She abruptly felt attacked by noise, as if it was crashing against her like the waves against the shore in the midst of a storm. There was no time for her to register what happened in the oncoming moment; a moment that could so easily have been avoided but will now change her life without a second's notice.

Ever so slowly and ever so slightly, Donna begun to open her eyes. A blinding white light from above her head seeped in as she felt a firm hand squeeze her own; a thumb gently brushed against her finger and she could feel the breath from a sigh against her skin.

'Donna,' echoed through her in an all too familiar voice; him. The voice that was capable of causing explosions inside her brain. It could shatter her heart, crush her dreams, give her hope and completely relax her; all of which it could do in a day. She turned her head to the left, slowly and ever so slightly, to see his face. Donna wanted to smile every time she saw it, yet the pain that coursed through her body wouldn't allow it. The beeping and whirring noises that filled her ears jarred her; 'what the hell is going on?'

'What happened?' She whispered, gazing into those deep brown eyes. She furrowed her brow trying to work out what he'd say, she wanted to read him and pre-empt his words but nothing came to her.

'You,' he begun the sentence, that part was easy, but he felt like he was fighting an invisible force trying to finish it. He held onto her hand tighter, took a deep breath and leaned in ever so slightly, just to be a tiny bit closer.

'Donna, you got hit by a car last week.' He watched as she took a sharp intake of breath. Her brow furrowed even more and a wave of tears filled her eyes. He was hesitant to tell her more but knew she needed to know, knew that if he didn't tell her now it would just upset her more. 'You were in a coma for 8 days and they'll want to,' he paused. The lump in his throat made him feel like he was going to vomit. He ground his teeth, took another deep breath and continued. 'They'll want to run some more tests now you've woken up. You dislocated your shoulder but it looks like it's mainly just cuts and grazes so… I'll go and get your doctor.'

Donna had looked away; she lied facing the ceiling, racking her brain and trying her hardest to remember it but it was no use. She had no recollection of any car accident. In fact, she couldn't remember anything after going to bed the, what she assumed was, night before.

'Ah, Donna,' came a female voice entering the room. 'Nice to have you back with us,' the doctor smiled. 'I didn't freaking die', Donna thought to herself before she felt herself begin to sit up; to the right of her a young nurse was raising her bed. When the doctor announced she wanted to ask some basic questions, Donna had to try her hardest not to roll her eyes in impatience. 'Who's the President?'

'Barack Obama.' Donna stated with ease and confidence, cocking a brow at the simplicity of the question. However, she took it back upon the looks she received from not only the doctor but from Harvey too. There was a sudden sinking feeling in her stomach and panic washed through her.

'Donna, what's the last thing you remember?' The doctor asked and Donna looked toward Harvey. She tried to smile to hide the very obvious fear radiating from her. She could remember the day so clearly but she was now overwhelmed with the knowledge she clearly wasn't thinking straight.

'Harvey, you came around to my flat and we had drinks… After Terence Wolf tried to press those bullshit charges against me…' Donna's voice came close to cracking. When Harvey told her that she'd been hit by a car she assumed it wasn't long after he told her he loved her. Everything was thrown into question and Donna felt all of a sudden felt trapped in her own mind; she'd never questioned her own mind so much.

Harvey looked up to the doctor before looking back at Donna. He couldn't hide his feelings even if he tried. The realisation hit him that Donna was going to suffer and there was nothing he could do to help her. He didn't know how to help her and the thought of that made him feel overcome with sickness.

'Donna… that was two years ago.' Harvey muttered, holding back the tears that were burning his eyes. Donna's façade dropped. She could feel her body shaking and as one teardrop slipped down her porcelain cheek, others soon followed. She bit her lip and shook her head at Harvey, she wanted more than anything for him to be wrong. She wanted him to tell her it was just one big joke, that she hadn't just lost two years of her life… but he couldn't. He grasped her hand and placed it inside his own in a reassuring hold.

'We've got this, Donna.'