Thanks everyone for the reviews on this fic and for the long wait. I GRADUATED! Suits has been a constant through my studies and I can't believe i got my masters degree even before Donna and Harvey kissed, but I'm soooooo excited for tonight's episode.. I know they won't kiss, but hey..a girl can dream right.. like harvey dreams of Donna. Anyway.. Here's the next part, I hope you like it and maybe leave a review? x


Chapter 4: Give me a sign.

The young nurse looks at the pregnant redhead with pity and she swallows at the sight in front of her. How the redhead is fighting the tears, the fingers of her right hand interlaced with his hand. Her other hand still on her prominent stomach. The nurse let out a soft sigh, thinking about how tragic it must be to have your family ripped apart like that, especially when they should have been celebrating a happy time. "I'll leave you two alone," the nurse whispers.

The words of the nurse barely register, but Donna nods in return. A tear running down her face as she looks at her husband again. The skin around his eyes is dark, the tubes in his mouth and nose are helping him to breath and the bandage around his head hiding the scar she's sure is underneath it, but hasn't seen yet. Just like those moles she hasn't seen in two months.

Her fingers lingering on the bandage above his left eye, tracing the line between those two marks just like he used to do between the freckles on her own skin. The memories sending shivers down her spine as she recalls the effect he used to have on her, still has on her. She can nearly feel the warmth radiating from his hand as he used to caress her arm, but it's only a memory. A bittersweet memory.

With a heavy heart she lets her fingers trail down his jaw and arm until she reaches his hand again. Her fingers falling around his wrist and she caresses the palm of his hand as she slowly lifts his arm. Creating a space on the bed next to him, just enough for her to sit. Something she does soon after, just like every single day for the past two months.

"Harvey," she whispers softly as she lays herself next to him. Resting the temple of her head in the crook of his neck, her auburn locks scattered over his shoulder and the pillow underneath them. Their hands are still intertwined and once more she doesn't know what to say. She just listens to the beeping of the machines, those exact machines that are keeping him alive, his heavy breaths along with it. And she can't help but wonder what would happen if she'd pull the plug.

Not that she would, not ever, because she can't be without him.. but more in the way Izzie did with Denny she concludes. A desperate attempt to make a change, but she's seen that show. She knows how that ended and she just can't.

As soon as the thought even crossed her mind it's replaced by a memory of them dancing at their wedding and she doesn't even notice she's doing it, but she hums their song. The one that was playing in the background the night he finally found the courage to tell her how he loved her. The same song they danced to on their wedding. The song she knows by heart, word for word because it was them. It is them, but ever since the accident she hasn't sung it. At least not out loud, not the words.

She hums along, this time her lips pronouncing the words she hasn't been able to say as she feels the baby kick for the first time. The singing stops instantly by the shock, her mouth left agape as she feels their unborn child kick again. A soft but yet firm kick against her skin.

She lifts his hand, placing it on her belly as another tear runs down her face. A tear from happiness that after all that has happened, she still got to share this moment with him, but a tear non the less. "Harvey," she whispers again, "do you feel that Harvey?" she asks him, remaining silent herself for a couple of seconds. "That's our daughter," she whispers. "We're going to have a little girl, Harvey," she adds swallowing, "our little girl needs you, Harv. Please wake up, please.."

She feels their daughter kick again, the bittersweet moment making her swallow. How ironic it is that she's carrying this brand new life inside of her, while she's lying next to the man she's unsure of if he will ever really live again. Her heart skipping a beat as she now feels the same tick against her stomach, but this time not from within. It are his fingers tapping her belly.

"Harvey?" she mumbles again, lifting her face as she looks at him. A tear running down his cheek. "Harvey," she 's barely able to pronounce his name again, tears now streaming down her own face. "Harvey, please.. " she whispers her thumb whipping away the tear on his cheek, but she doesn't get another response. "Harvey please."

She lifts herself up a bit more, sitting on the edge again and she can't not look at him. Her eyes are scanning his entire body. Looking for a sign, just anything. But there's nothing and she's this close to shaking him around, trying to wake him up herself, but she knows it won't help.

Letting out a sigh she lifts herself from the bed, her feet carrying her to the hallway. "Nurse," she mumbles as she's trying to maintain her balance by holding the door frame. "Nurse," she calls again, louder this time. The panic in her voice clearly coming to the surface.

The young nurse snaps her head to the direction of the room she just left as she hears Donna call for her. And she rushes back to the redhead as she sees her nearly hanging in the door opening, clearly shocked about something. "Mrs. Specter," she starts holding the four month pregnant woman, "please sit down," she continues as she accompanies her to the chair.

"But- "Donna protests, her arms trying to block the grip form Alicia. "Mrs. Specter," the nurse continues again, more firmly this time. "He moved," she bursts out now, "he moved his hand. He cried. He.."

"Mrs. Specter, please," Alicia begs again, "please sit down and I'll check on your husband," she adds making sure Donna is seated as she walks over to Harvey. She does some basic tests but the responses are minimal.

Donna eyes the nurse, the way she tests his pupils, feels his pulse. The same things they test every damn time and just like all the other times she feels uneasy. Because the fact that she already knows the answer, doesn't mean she won't ask. "Does that mean he's waking up?" it's the same question as always, "it has to, right? He's going to wake up," the redhead continues, always seeming to be positive. Even now, even in this situation.

The nurse swallows turning towards her again. "Mrs. Specter, your husband has been in a coma for two months," the nurse starts telling as she's reading his chart again, "that means he's now in a coma vigil."

"A what?" she mumbles, "but he moved! He's got to wake up," she explains again.

"We're not sure. These signs are common after two months. Patients start opening their eyes, they often move or respond to certain stimuli. They start feeling pain again, they often cry," the nurse pauses, "but we cannot say if and when the patient will wake up. I'm sorry."

"No, no!" Donna cries out, "no! But he moved, he –" she chokes on her words, tears still streaming down her face. "Mrs. Specter," Alicia tries to calm her down, "I'm sorry but maybe its best if you'd go home for now?"

Donna shakes her head, her watery eyes fixed on the blonde. "No," she mumbles getting herself out of her chair as she walks over to him again, pushing away the arms of the nurse. "No. I'm not leaving him," she adds making the nurse sigh, but she nods. "Okay," Alicia decides then, "but I have to remind you that the visiting hours are over in half an hour."

Donna doesn't look at the other woman, she just nods. Holding his hand again, the tears have dried up or she's run out of them, either way she's not crying anymore. She just looks at him, scanning every inch of his face. Looking for any sign of movement, anything. How little it may be. "Harvey," she mumbles again, "Harvey please if you can hear me..-"

"Harvey, if you're there… if you're still there," she chokes on her words again. "Please… please just give me a sign, Harvey. Anything… Just plea-" the rest of her words failing as she feels his hand shaking under hers. It's just a couple of seconds. Two at the most, but it's something.

Just that little sign she asked for and she can't help but feel her lips curl up slightly. "Hey," she mumbles now her hand holding his again, their moment interrupted again as the nurse tells her it's time to go. She leans towards him, her free hand caressing his face and she whispers that she loves him. Giving him a soft kiss on his lips before she walks away, not noticing how his lips are pushing against hers again.