* I know I said it would be a one-shot but... Here's chapter 2! And there'll be a 3! READ AND REVIEW for wuss Harvey!
Harvey sat alone in his apartment. He was never sure what to do when he was home. Work was his whole life and aside from attending "events" and casual sex with random girls from parties and dates, he had no homelife. He didn't have a TV show he watched every week. He didn't have any books he was reading. He didn't even have to clean, he had a housekeeper that came in every week to take care of that. But now that he was home and unable to sleep, he was lost.
He tilted his glass of scotch back and forth, watching the ice slide from side to side. Was this really all his life was? He massaged the bridge of his nose where all the tension of the day had built up.
His phone rang. It was Jessica.
"Hey, Jessica."
"Don't 'hey, Jessica' me, did you really curse out Daniel Hardman and then throw him out of your office?"
"Yes. That would be correct."
There was a short pause before Jessica exploded, "What the hell were you thinking? We're dealing with a fraud suit, people are getting fired and you decide to engage in a shouting match with one of your bosses?"
"First of all, it wasn't much of a match, I did all the shouting. Second, Hardman isn't my boss. He's an asshole."
"HARVEY. I know losing Donna was hard for you but you have to focus here! We've got shit to deal with and I can't have you freaking out on every person that mentions her!"
"I'm fine, Jessica. I can find a new-"
"Don't bullshit me, Harvey. Hardman told me what you said. You miss her, that's fine, but I can't keep defending you."
Harvey rubbed his eyes wearily and said, "Alright, fine. I'll see you tomorrow."
Harvey hung up and sat there, staring at the opposing wall. He was so full of rage he couldn't control himself anymore. He hurled the half-filled glass of scotch at the wall.
"GODDAMMNIT."
It smashed all over the floor. Fuck, I'm gonna have to clean that up.
Harvey crossed the room, pumping full of adrenalin, suppressed rage overcoming him. He knelt down next to the mess and began scraping the fragments of glass together. He did it so hurridly his foot slipped and the heel of his hand came down hard on a bit of glass.
"FUCK!"
He brushed the piece of glass off his injured hand and held it tight. He stood up and examined the extent of the damage. It was pretty deep but probably wouldn't need stitches. It was bleeding alot though. He staggered backwards and collapsed onto the couch. He took out his phone again and hit the first person on his speed dial.
"Harvey?"
Donna. Her voice was soft, broken as if she'd been crying but was trying to hide it.
"Donna. I know you're not my assistant any more but..." Harvey looked down at his wound, and he felt the color drain from his face, "I need assistance."
Harvey had never been able to handle blood. Especially his own. He felt himself starting to pass out.
"I- Okay. I'll be over in a minute."
Harvey hung up and tried to take deep breaths. I am such a bitch. He tried hard not to pass out. Very hard. But... Shit, that was alot of blood... Harvey's eyelids fluttered dangerously. He fell sideways onto the couch in a dead faint.