Uncle Harvey, Vertigo, Wheelchair, X-Ray Therapy, Yelling, Zopiclone
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U is for Uncle Harvey
He was seated in his living room, feet on the coffee table contemplating the purpose of his cactus when he gets the phone call. He takes his time fishing his phone out, to bother with his cactus to tears his eyes off of it. "Harvey Specter speaking."
He should have known with the hesitation and the sound of loud whoops that it was his nephew on the phone but not until he whispered," Uncle Harv," was he sure. "I need you to come get me."
He sighs, tilting his head back dramatically. "I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to come get you until three o'clock tomorrow. I have explicit instructions, Park." He's already up, ready to go pick his nephew up but he won't tell him that until Parker tells him why it is that Harvey's being drug out of his cozy apartment at one in the morning into frigid New York.
"I just don't like it," Parker mumbles, embarrassment oozing out of his voice. "I'm-I'm anxious. Restless."
Harvey nods his understanding, Parker is like that. The kid just gets anxious and nobody understands that better than Harvey. "Hey, that's perfectly fine. I'm already on my way. Does a campout at my apartment sound better?"
Parker nods but quickly recovers and mumbles," yeah, I'd like that."
Harvey nods his head," when you get back, I've even got marshmallows. We can put them in the microwave."
Harvey jogs outside, two steps from hailing a cab when it happens. He's got Parker laughing, telling him that he's got those special holiday gingerbread marshmallows that taste like Christmas threw up in your mouth, but not in a good way and that they can blow them up in the microwave. He's blindsided, side swept by a woman more focused on her phone than the dimly lit road.
His phone skids, it's cracked screen spreading shattered glass around his sprawled fingertips. Parker's laugh is loud, still loud and clear throughout the phone. Harvey turns his head towards it, closing his eyes and focusing on that sound.
"Hey, Harvey?"
He peels his eyes open and fumbles to bring the phone to his face," I'm-I'm here."
It takes a moment for Parker to answer but he does just as Harvey losing consciousness. "Thank you, Harv. It-It means… Thank you."
The woman slips out of the car, rushing to Harvey but he doesn't answer a single one of her questions. Instead, he gasps one last time, pulling in all the air he can before answering Parker.
"I'd do anything for you, kid. That's not your fault. None of this, it's not your fault."