Horns going off and sirens singing, it's hard to remember a time of pure peacefulness and serenity. As she stared up to where the skyscrapers met the sky, completely zoned out to all that was around her, only registering the sounds and sights once in a while as she blinked, for a second there bringing her back to reality, but then quietly drifting back to the deep corners of her mind.

She was 'Donna', she hadn't remembered feeling this way in a long time… maybe even ever. But ever since she had advanced her professional life, all she felt was emptiness. An ache that ran through her veins constantly, but especially when she was near him. So many unresolved feelings bubbling beneath the surface, feelings that have been there from the moment she had laid eyes on him all those years ago, were more than bubbling, they were boiling and vaporising through her cells into the atmosphere. It scared her more than anything else.

She loved him… so much. But for so long she had only allowed herself to think of that love in a platonic way, like a brother or a cousin. But deep down she knew that was only to protect herself. Because although she's Donna and know's everything, the slightest chance that she could be wrong about how Harvey felt, was enough to discourage her.

Pulling up to the intersection across from the PSL building, she sees him standing there next to his own black Lexus, casually talking to Ray. As the lights change, she sees him notice her and smile softly.

Then it happened.

And nothing else mattered

Because she was drifting away.

What felt like hours of blackness, there was suddenly light and shadows moving, voices yelling, chaos brewing as the seconds past. But that was all noise that she couldn't focus on. The only thing that distinguished itself from all the others was his voice.

"Get away from me." He yelled frantically pushing past bystanders trying to help. " Donna!"

He could see her fiery auburn hair creeping through the cracks of the broken window. His heart pounding in his chest as he ran over to the car, the car that was now mangled in more ways than he thought should be possible.

He felt like time had stopped, the cold adrenaline that had instantly started pumping through his veins, was the only thing keeping him upright. "Donna" He breathed heavily frantically trying to open the door, to get to her. As he opened the handle of the door, he realised the impact of the crash had moved the door and pushed the sheet of metal into the next door, making it impossible to open.

He didn't know what to do, all he would see was her there, mere inches away from him, lifeless with blood dripping from her hairline and unable to reach her. His mind racing a hundred miles an hour, he started trying to break away at the glass of the window, trying to make a big even space from where there were already gaps.

Putting his fist through, he only felt the pain of the sharp edges cutting into him after he'd gained access to the inside of the car. Trying to reach for her, her hand, her arm, anything, eventually being able to find her hand, he grabbed it with the urgency of taking a breath of fresh air after being underwater for too long. His lifeline.

"Sir, you need to step aside." He could hear the voice getting louder as he pulled himself back into the present. "We need to get to this casualty" He tried to explain.

Realising he was an inconvenience and was stopping Donna from getting the help she needed, he carefully removed his arm from the shattered glass and moved to stand back on the curb of the footpath.

He felt sick. Unlike any feeling, he'd ever felt. The pure dread overwhelming him, he leant against a street lamp next to him, closing his eyes. She had to be alright.

"We're taking her to Mount Sinai, you can come with us if you'd like sir." The man seeing the distorted look across Harvey's face and knowing he must've been someone close to her.

Harvey nodded and walked over to the ambulance, as the paramedics were wheeling her over.

After Donna was strapped in and secure, they motioned for him to come and sit beside her, jumping up and leaning over her to reach his seat, he got a clear view of how hurt she was. Feeling as though his insides were disintegrating, and every breath he took hitting his lungs like a box of knives.

'Think about what your life would be like without her' He remembered Jessica once saying to him. He couldn't. He wasn't able to go to that place. A place that held a world where she didn't exist.

Since that first time she approached him, she'd captured him, and he didn't want her to ever let him go. Feeling these thoughts made him feel guilty for not telling her how much she meant to him while he could've. Feeling the value and weight of time. Sacred in times like these. The feelings that he had suppressed and denied for so long, coming into his consciousness.

"You were like listening to a record for the first time and realising it would be my favourite." He whispered into her ear, his chin resting gently against her shoulder. He buried his head into the crock of her neck and breathed her in. Felt how warm she was and fell asleep thinking about all the times he should've told her he loves her… but never being about to find the courage to do so. He would've said to himself that she'd only crossed his mind once, but the truth is she never left after he first saw her warm, nurturing hazel eyes.

Opening her eyes, she found a dark bear room, the room only lite up faintly by the light of the monitors that were recording her vitals. She slowly turned her head, only a fraction of a movement, but enough to see the man sitting in a chair against her bed, leaning over with his head buried into her side.

"Harvey" Donna whispered roughly, her voice hoarse. She tried moving her fingers but couldn't, his hand covering hers restricting her movements. "Harvey" she whispered a little louder now, realising he was asleep. She could feel the weight of his head on her shoulder and regretted trying to wake him. Knowing she'd instantly miss the warmth, his touch, him. Knowing this wouldn't last forever, she didn't push it any further afraid to end a moment she didn't think she would get ever again.

Her heart beating rapidly she looked around the hospital room, identifying that it was, in fact, a hospital. Flashbacks of a loud noise and the sudden disappearance of light and consciousness vaguely present in her mind as she tries to remember the events that lead up to that moment.

She turned her head slightly, enough to see his profile, and how the left side of his face was buried into her shoulder and his head angled up towards her, giving her a direct view of him. His chocolate eyes not visible to her, but the worried frown between his eyes ever present. She wanted to smooth out the folds in-between his eyebrows, to ease his troubles. Before it registered in her brain that she was doing it, she was doing it. Touching him. She softly traced over the crinkled skin in hills and valleys, smiling when he took a deep breath and relaxed his forehead, learning into her more.

Watching him like this, she wished that life could always resemble this image. Waking up next to him, with those big brown eyes staring into her soul, seeing him fall asleep late at night, knowing all was right in the world because he was next to her and that that was all she could ever need. Sighing she turned her head back around facing straight ahead, this type of thinking would only lead to heartbreak again, she tried to block out the feelings, it had be doable the majority of the time… but every now and then, she'd slip up, have a moment of weakness, feel vulnerable and her guard would come down and the strength she had to keep the feelings and thoughts at bay would dissipate allowing all of the emotions to rush back in.

She liked it though. The pain of being in love with him, she didn't want it to cease to exist, for it was the only reminder that it was real. She could take the heartache as long as she was able to stay close to him.

Right now, she didn't care about the wall in between them, right now the denial was lifting and her true feelings were being acknowledged, probably because of the medication, but either way she was grateful for it. Not having to try so hard to push it down, when all it wanted to do was be free.

Turning back to him, she let herself trace his face, feeling his soft skin, and the rough areas of stubble that he'd obviously not shaven; which got her wondering how long she had been in here for… how long he'd been here sitting beside her.

Feeling an ache in her chest she felt her eyes well up as she continues to rest her palm against his temple, feeling his pulse under her thumb that was brushing over it. She hadn't been this close to him in over a decade. Forgetting how it made her feel, but also remembering as if it was engraved into her memory like riding a bike. Knowing she'd have to let him go soon, she could feel her breath catch, thinking of him there, so close, yet so far from her reach.

Feeling a warmth against him, he began to become more aware of his surroundings, opening his eyes slightly he saw an arm draped over his face and the shadow of a hand resting on his cheek. Her hand. He slowly brought his right hand out from underneath his face where it had been supporting a portion of his body weights to not hurt her shoulder, he placed it on top of her hand. Letting his fingers slip in-between hers. Feeling his heart start to beat faster as though he was home after running for so long. Looking up he sees her dazed and sleepy, waking up slowly.

Watching her crinkle up her nose as she yawns, he doesn't take his eyes off her, following her as she rubs her eyes until finally, she notices him. There, awake and staring right into her soul, so intense she noticed her breath falter, her chest aching, giving her a taste of what's to come when this moment passes and this too is added to the things they shove under the rug. Wanting this moment to last for eternity, they simply stare at one another, silently communicating.

"Thank you for not dying." He finally said, softly moving his thumb over her upper cheek just below the corner of her eye.

"Harvey… What exactly happened?" She questioned him

"You.." He looked down, "You scared the hell out of me" He stated, letting out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding and let out a half laugh in amazement.

She smiled weakly, looking at him bring his eyes back to hers, mouthing "I'm sorry"

"What really happened though?" She asked, starting to become slightly anxious about it all, and realising that whatever had happened, it had created a lot of pain in her body. Which apparently her pain medications weren't blocking anymore.

"Are you okay?" He asked frantically looking at her when he saw her squirm in pain.

"Harvey, I'm fine. Now stop dancing around the questions."

"You were coming back to the office…and a driver lost control and upended your car." He said, the taste of the words bitter against his throat, flashbacks of the event playing in his mind on replay. Seeing the uncontrolled car collide with Donna's side of the car. He couldn't think of it.

She nodded in understanding, feeling the pain thicken and become more uncomfortable.

"I remember seeing you… were you there?" She asked, moving slightly to adjust her position.

"Yes. I was. You came towards the building where I was outside talking to Ray, when it all happened. I saw it all." His voice breaking slightly on the last few words. I saw you and I wanted to run to you, then when it happened, I felt as if my whole world was ending. I've never been so petrified in my life than in that moment. He wanted to tell her but held back the words, not knowing how to physically vocalise them.

She looked at him and knew how hurt he was. Despite their complicated relationship, she knew that he loved her, and was special to him. Smiling weakly at him, she saw the sadness in his eyes.

"Hey.. don't worry okay. I'm okay"

He smiled weakly, sitting up slightly to press the nurses button, he couldn't bear seeing her in pain, and although he knew she would want to be strong, he wasn't strong enough to see it.