A coma? Harvey struggled to understand what the doctor was saying. How could Donna be in a coma? She was Donna. She could handle anything.

"Mr. Specter? Are you alright?" Gabriella's voice brought him back down to earth.

"...Hm? Yeah, I-I'm fine." Harvey stared at Donna one last time before following her doctor out of the room. "I'm very sorry that you're going through this sir. I can assure you that Ms. Paulsen is receiving the best care possible and we are doing everything that we can to ensure that she wakes up as soon as possible."

Harvey stared at her blankly. He found it impossible to focus on anything besides his best friend lying unconscious less than 10 feet away from him. She was helpless, and so was he. "Do you know when she's going to wake up?" He was absolutely miserable and he was sure that it was obvious. That got him a sympathetic look. "To be completely honest, no we don't. But luckily, this accident was not extremely major, so it is quite possible that she will wake up soon."

Hope was a completely foreign feeling to Harvey, but he felt it when he heard that. Unfortunately, it left almost as quickly as it came as he remembered that it was still going to be extremely difficult for the both of them, and that is if she even wakes up.

•••

One week passes. Harvey drowns himself in his work, makes time to see Donna after work, and then works some more at home until he passes out. Him and Mike work their asses off to find the car that hit her, but they have no luck. Everyone in the office is concerned about Harvey, but no one dares say anything.

Two weeks pass. Nobody has any luck with Donna's case and Harvey grows distant from everyone, including Mike. He knows everyone is just trying to help him, but it's almost as if they're walking on eggshells around him, not wanting to say the wrong thing.

"Harvey? Just wanted to let you know I'm heading home for the night, and I think you should too." His associate popped his head into his office. Harvey looked up from his desk wearily and stared at his friend before glancing at the clock. 10 pm. "Thanks Mike. I'll head out soon." Hospital visiting hours would be over already. He finishes up with his paperwork and gathers his things. He didn't feel like going home; he felt incomplete, having not seen Donna today. He couldn't go to the hospital and he didn't feel like hanging out with any friends. He decided to head to the bar for a quick drink to make the trip home a bit more bearable.

One drink turned into 5, which turned into 10, which led to him stumbling into his apartment at 1 am and passing out on the couch. The next day, he woke up with a massive hangover and an ache in his heart. Apparently the alcohol couldn't distract him from his feelings the next day.

Harvey rolled off the couch and looked at him phone. 10:45am. He was late for work. He scrolled past his emails and his eyes rested on a text.

Glad you decided to take today off... Let me know if you need anything.

-Jessica

A smile appeared on his face. Jessica was like family to him; in fact, all his friends at Pearson Hardman were family to him. He was extremely grateful for the was they were supporting him, and he knew he would make it up to them once this tragedy had passed. He was planning on going into work today, but with the way his head was hurting and the fact that last night was the first time he actually got a decent sleep in the past two weeks, he decided to relax a little bit.

Around 2pm, he was feeling a little bit better, so he called Ray and drove to the hospital. When he got there, the nurse was outside Donna's room with a clipboard. He gave her a small smile. "Any progress?" The nurse held the door to her room open. "About the same. She's getting closer though, she just has to fight a little bit more."

Harvey chuckled. Donna was, if not anything, a fighter. He knew just how hard she worked to get to where she was today. She was strong, beautiful, and best of all, she was caring. She had put him above herself for as long as he could remember, and he told himself he was going to tell her every little thing he loved about her every single day once she woke up.

He sat on the chair next to her bed and looked at her. She was in the same position as she had been for the past two weeks. He had never been much of a religious guy, but every day he prayed that he would walk into her room and she would be awake and smiling at him. But, here he was, staring at her unconscious body in a hospital gown, hooked up to dozens of different machines.

He grabbed her hand and held it next to his cheek. He missed her warmth. He would feel it when she hugged him, when she was near him. She had a certain glow about her, and Harvey hadn't noticed how important it was for him to feel it until it was gone. Ironically, the same could be said for Donna. Once they had moved to Pearson Hardman, he had never really viewed her as anything more than a friend. Of course, the thought of their special night together sometimes resurfaced in his mind. When he would catch her staring at him through his office doors, and then look away once she realized that he could see her. When she walked in and out of his office and he couldn't help but notice how amazingly perfect her body was. Or when she got a little too close for comfort and he could smell the strawberry shampoo in her hair.

He tried to tell himself that what he was feeling were just memories, and that he couldn't possibly have feelings for Donna, but as time passed, he knew that there was something more. If Donna had died in the accident, would he have been okay with that? If she never woke up from this goddamn coma, would he be okay with that? Would he be able to live out the rest of his life knowing full well that there is definitely something between them. Something that could have given them both years of happiness, but instead they chose to ignore it.

As much as he tried to deny it, somewhere in his mind, he knew the truth. He couldn't live without her. He, Harvey Specter, could not live without his secretary, his best friend. His soul mate.

•••

Mike greeted him at the elevator when he walked in. "Hey, Harvey! How was your day off man?" Harvey smiled. The rest had done him good, and he was in a surprisingly good mood today, and he was sure it had something to do with what he realized yesterday. He had decided the night before that when Donna woke up, he would finally tell her how he felt. The prospect of losing her had awoken him, and he was ready to give their relationship a try. He wasn't going to give up on her, no matter what.

"Hey Mike. It was good, but I'm ready to get back to business. What'd I miss?" Mike was pleased to see his boss in a good mood, for the first time in weeks. "Not much, really. There's some paperwork on your desk from Louis, but that's about it." Mike hesitated, not wanting to say the wrong thing and ruin Harvey's good mood. "Um... Harvey? There's one other thing... I found the license plate." Harvey stared at him him disbelief. "You should have called me right away! When was this?" Mike fumbled with the folder in his hands and handed him a paper with an image of the back of a black sedan on it. "Yesterday, around 6? I was going to call you but Jessica told us all not to disturb you." Harvey shook his head and walked to his office as Mike followed. "And since when do you listen to the shit that Jessica tells you to do?"

Mike stared at his shoes. "I'm sorry Harvey. I should have told you." He threw the folder on his desk and looked at Mike sympathetically. "No sense wasting time about it, it's already been done. So what's the plan now?" Mike looked up and ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. "Well, I was thinking that before, since it was just a hit and run, there was nothing the cops could do about it. But now we have a license plate, so maybe if we give it to the police, they could trace the car back to whoever did this."

Harvey didn't like involving the local authorities in his cases, but he knew that Mike had the right idea. He nodded and Mike headed to the police station to deliver the new information.

•••

It had been almost a week since Mike had found the license plate of the car, but they hadn't received any information from the cops yet. Harvey had gone to see Donna almost every day over the past week, but nothing changed. He was worried. No leads on the case, no progress with Donna. He could even tell he was slacking with his work. Jessica had reccomened that he take another couple days off, but he refused.

He was stressed, depressed, and he didn't think he could handle any more. The thought of getting black out drunk again crossed his mind. He hesitated, knowing that it wouldn't do any good besides making him forget about pain he was feeling for a couple of hours. But still... anything to distract him. It was almost as if Mike could read his mind. He walked in with a blue folder in his hands, and Harvey looked up, with hopeful eyes. Mike handed him the folder and let out a loud sigh and he sat defeatedly on the couch.

"Stolen? All that just to find out the car was stolen?" Mike nodded and buried his head in his hands. Harvey was angry though. The license plate had given him hope. But he knew that hope was pointless. He learned from a young age not to have hope, because it only made it hurt more when disappointment inevitably set in. He picked up the nearest thing he could get his hands on - a stapler - and threw it at the wall angrily. "Fuck!"

Jessica came running in. "What in the hell was that noise?" She looked at Harvey's red face, to Mike's disappointed one, and then to the hole in the wall and the stapler on the floor. She walked over and picked up the stapler, and then gave Harvey a hug. After a few moments, she said, "I'm sorry you're hurting. We all are. But this isn't good for you. I need you to take a couple of days off." Jessica was never one to sugarcoat things. Not having any children of her own, she had always treated him like a son, and when she wanted him to do something, one way or another, he would end up doing it.

He looked at her for a minute, tears brimming in his eyes. Then he nodded and walked out. It was only 4pm, but Harvey knew that the only thing he wanted to do right now was forget. He walked into his apartment and made a beeline for his bedroom. Under normal circumstances, he would have gone for some hard liquor, probably vodka, but what he was feeling was anything but normal. He wasn't used to pain like this. All he wanted to do was forget about his miserable life, even if it was only for tonight. Who knew one girl could have this much of an effect on him? He pulled out a small bag from one of his drawers and emptied its contents on the bed: a pipe, a lighter, some papers and five little baggies of weed.

At around 5:30, his phone started to buzz on the coffee table. Harvey was half passed out on the sofa and still had half a joint left in his hand. He could see his phone ringing, but he didn't have the energy to pick it up, let alone move from the couch. He was stoned out of his mind but watched as the call went to voicemail. If only he knew how important it was, he would have answered, but he chose to ignore it and do his best to drown his sorrows and pass out.

Then a message appear on his lock screen.

Mr. Specter - please call us back or come to the hospital at your earliest convenience. It's urgent.

- Dr. Winters

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