Summary: A one-shot of Harvey's POV from when he was inside the hospital. Written by brannah, AKA Gwen and Alex.
Disclaimer- The Dark Knight, it's characters, and plotline are owned by Chris Nolan, so, thus, we own nothing. *sigh*
He awoke from a dream. A dream where he and his love were together, not separated like they were know. He was in a hospital room, bound to a bed, while she was gone. Dead. He remembered someone saying how he was lucky to be alive, how he had been the lucky one. Their words made his blood boil. How could he be the lucky one?! How was enduring this endless hell lucky!? She had died, sparing herself this agonizing pain. He had to live with it. He knew his pain was not from the side of his face that had been burned, but from the loss of her. The fact, just the fact that she was gone and he wasn't made him writhe in pain. Vague memories flashed in his mind. Telling her it would be ok. The utter dread he had felt when he realized they had come to rescue him, not her. Fire, pain, and then nothing. He had loved her, only her, and now she was gone. There was nothing left to love, nothing that could change him. He only felt spite, malice. The need to make people feel what he felt. Nobody knew what it was like to lose someone, to hear your one love die. It had only been a few days ago that he had been happy. That he had been with her. But now he wasn't. He would never be again.