Hey guys! This is the finale! Thanks so much for reading and reviewing. its been a long ride, but we got here.

Chapter 11

We're leaving all the windows open We don't even mind the rain Or where we let the floors get wet So what if the hardwood stains? 'Cause we're collecting evidence Of one remarkable storm How wild it was to find it and finally feel the climate Instead of only staying dry and warm Rain on us, Saint Honesty Salvation is coming in the morning, but now what we need Is a little rain on our face from you, sweet Saint Honesty- Sara Bareilles.

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"Do you…you want us to go in with you?" Mike asked as they were led to the doctor's office by a nurse.

Harvey wanted to do his usual, 'No, I'm good. I got this,' but he didn't 'got it' this time.

"Yeah, sure. Please." He heard himself say to Mike, his voice not quite steady. He dreaded what the doctor was going to say.

They entered the Doctor's office, the elderly gentleman in a white coat stood from behind his desk and extended a hand to Harvey as soon as they walked in.

"Doctor Mason." Harvey said, gripping the extended hand, then swallowed the fear in his throat.

"Mr Specter, please take a seat. Gentlemen." Dr Mason said in greeting to Mike and Louis as they took their seats in the small office.

"Ok, I …uh…I don't know where to start, Mr Specter…"

Harvey wanted to really run away then, but he swallowed convulsively again, the fear rising like a giant in his stomach, spreading all over him. He was sweating. Mike and Louis were just as attentive to the doctor, not moving or making a sound.

"It's uh…it's strange but…"

"Oh. Please just get on with it. Is Donna dead or not? Why do you keep dancing around the issue like that?" That was Louis, done with all this patience game, anxiety making him spring up from his seat.

"No…no no she's not dead. It's only…" The doctor tried again. Truth be told, his stalling tactics were exasperating but Harvey didn't want to hear what he had to say, not yet. He was half grateful for the stalling.

"Only what, doc?" Mike asked, anxiety heavy in his voice and posture.

"See, we have reviewed her x-rays, from the time she was first diagnosed to the other ones she had till now. We even did some of our own here when you brought her in." The doctor said.

"And?" That was Louis' 'no bullshit' voice.

"I think we might have a chance to operate." The doctor said.

Harvey didn't register it right away, not ready to latch onto a rope of hope he had not really anticipated. He had needed a miracle, had prayed for one, but he had not really believed he would get one. And it was weird because it sounded like the doctor had said he had one.

"What? But you said the tumour was inoperable because it was sitting on a brain nerve or something. You said if you touched it, she wouldn't come out of it alive." Harvey was confused.

"Listen, this is why I've been trying to find you, to get your consent. It looks like the seizures she's been having were a result of the tumour moving, or shrinking, somehow. That part I can't explain, but this part I can." He took out the x-rays and laid them on the table. "See, this is the first Xray, the tumour is sitting right on the nerve, inoperable. The second, if you don't look too closely, there is no change, still inoperable, but the size had changed. The third and fourth don't show a lot of difference either except if you compare with the first to see how the size had changed. I don't know if the seizures were a result of the tumour moving or vise versa. This last one though," The doctor pointed to the last Xray photo on the desk, "this one makes all the difference. The tumour is off the optic nerve and I really believe I can get in there, take it out and get rid of the thing completely. Its shrunk, it's not spreading or growing. I think Donna has a chance. We have a chance now to do something about this. With your consent, of course."

Harvey could not breathe from shock and disbelief. He looked at Mike and Louis and they had the same shocked looks on their faces and disbelief.

Was this hope then? Was this an answer? Was this really happening? He looked up, shocked. Why was he so shocked anyway? He had prayed, had he not? Had he not expected to get an answer? Had God still overlooked his many doubts and extended grace anyway?

He wasn't too shocked that he had gotten an answer, but that the answer had started long before he had thought to pray. Long before he had asked for it, he was already being answered.

"But but…that's wonderful." Louis could not contain his excitement even as he held on to his suspicion. "But if you get in there and mess her up, you're gonna get a string of law suits you won't even be able to practice pro-bono medicine in Bermuda. Do you understand me?" Louis threatened.

"Do it." Harvey said, with conviction.

The doctor was staring at Louis, maybe having second thoughts given the lawsuits threats.

"Do it." Harvey said again to get the doctor's attention. "Where do I sign?"

"Listen, maybe you need to think about this. I wouldn't want…the operating room is a risky area no matter how much survival chance you might have. We can't guarantee…" The doctor was now hesitating.

"It's a chance. A chance I didn't have. I'll take it. Now, where do I sign?" Harvey insisted.

"Don't think those waiver things will save you, I'll look for every loophole, every bylaw…"

"Louis, shut up!" Harvey had to raise his voice, Louis was being protective, but Harvey was taking a chance on faith. "Don't mind him, give me the papers and I'll sign." Harvey affirmed as he looked directly into the doctor's eyes.

As he signed the consent documents, he knew he was surrendering Donna into God's hands, not the doctor's.

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So we won't sleep tonight While we brace against the wind Oh, these hearts, they're weather-makers We'll go where they take us Until we find ourselves shelter again We won't settle for the silence We won't drown in the tears We'll say every single word even if we think they'll hurt Let the rain wash away these tears Rain on us, Saint Honesty Salvation is coming in the morning, but now what we need Is a little rain on our face from you, sweet Saint Honesty

Headache, was the first thing that registered to her as she got her senses back. It felt like trying to lift bricks with her eyelids as she attempted opening her eyes for the first time. It was a headache, but somehow it felt different, lighter maybe. The thing that had constantly pressed on her brain for so long was no longer there. Now she just felt lighter, like she was on some heavy weed or something, not that she had ever smoked weed. Well, not since the time Mike had been arrested and the whole firm including its head at that time, Jessica, got high on weed because they had no play left. She finally managed to pry her eyelids off the 'bricks' and the light made her wince. She closed them right back. The room was too bright, the machines ticking beside her were blaring and her lips were too dry, she needed water.

"Donna?"

It was a whisper that came from beside her bed, sounded like Harvey but too muffled for her to really be sure. She ascribed that to her dopy brain, which was probably due to some drugs, seeing as she was in a hospital. For the first time she realized where she was, and her memory came back to her. Last she could remember was her seizure at the beach and Harvey out of his mind with fear. The kids. Where were her kids? She tried to speak but her throat was dry, and Harvey was saying something beside her bed. Was he crying? She calmed down about the kids and focused on her husband. He must have been terrified and that brought her to another conclusion. She was still alive.

"Harvey" She managed to whisper through her patched throat.

Harvey just got up and joined her in her narrow hospital bed, hugging her close and breaking down in sobs.

Donna really wanted to know what was going on, what had happened since the beach, but she only managed to lift her hand to Harvey's hair and did all she could to console him. She imagined it was some kind of miracle she was even here at all.

"What happened?" She asked after a while.

"You survived." Harvey whispered, head still hid in Donna's hair, but the sobs had stopped.

"I see that. How? How did that happen?" She was herself astonished by the fact she was still here.

"Turns out your prayers were answered the moment you started praying. Those seizures were really not what they looked like." Harvey said with a smirk now, as he lifted his head to look at her.

"Could have fooled me." Donna quipped.

"They really did fool a lot of us, but it was actually just the tumour shrinking and getting off your brain carefully, not to disturb anything. Imagine that." Harvey said.

"Wow." Donna was just amazed.

"Plus, I also reached out."

"You did?' Donna was surprised.

"Hmm. And He reached back."

"Ohhhh Harvey." She whispered, as tears clogged her throat.

"So, it turns out my prayers are what did it. At least they threw the final punch." Harvey joked.

Donna laughed as happy tears flowed down her checks. The miracle was this, that Harvey believed. Everybody would have to leave this world at some point, she had just probably dodged the bullet for now, but their time would come again. What mattered more was whether they had a safe place to land in the afterlife eternity. Harvey was in. That was the true miracle for her.

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Harvey had had to let go of Donna so the doctors could examine her and work on her, but he was not getting out of that room. He was not about to let go of her again.

It had been a harrowing three days with Donna in a coma after the surgery. The doctors had assured him that the surgery had gone well but again, they were not sure how the recovery would go. Again, they refused to take responsibility, saying that it wasn't in their hands at this point. Talk of shirking responsibly, trying to avoid a lawsuit. Harvey was tempted to threaten a lawsuit too like Louis. But he refrained, it wasn't to them that he had put Donna's life anyway. So, he had waited on pins and needles as Donna refused to stir from that comma for three whole days. Fear bombarded his mind again, all kinds of horrors crowding his mind. Donna waking up as a cabbage, Donna not waking up again. Donna waking up not remembering his name, that she had kids and a husband. Donna waking up with the mind of a three-year-old. Donna waking up with….

He refused to let that fear conquer him, faith was hard when one didn't know to whom they were putting that faith, but Harvey would say he had a good idea now. He had evidence that God had answered him, he had received that answer here days ago when the doctors suddenly found that the tumour was now operable. When all the other previous scans had told them to wait for her to die. That hope, that rope he had been handed was enough for him to hold onto and wait for Donna to come back whole. It had to be enough. So, he decided not to shift his trust, it wasn't the doctors that had given him that rope. He would trust the one who had.

When Donna had opened her eyes and called his name, he had never known such relief in his life! And he had ever been more grateful and humbled. He had got into that bed with Donna and refused to let her go until the doctors had to use Donna's care as a bribe.

She was alive and she was whole. His Donna, who had had a death warrant written on her for months was now back to him, in her right, brilliant mind and the tumour gone. If he had never believed in miracles, he did now. More than that, he was humbled that a father whom he had never acknowledged still cared. It was humbling and it was a revelation.

Now, after the doctors had cleared Donna of any side effects or abnormalities except for the light headaches which could only be expected from someone who had just had a craniotomy, Harvey was ready to take her home. Mike and Louis were waiting for them at the beach house, a welcome home Donna surprise party in the works. Rachel, Sheela, Gretchen and even Jessica had left the Firm unattended to fly to Canada for this one occasion. It could have easily been a far less joyous occasion a few days ago, but somehow the tables had turned. It could only take power and a love he could not understand but will never question again.

"How are you doing girly? Ready to join the land of the healthy living?" The elderly nurse walked in with a jovial sassy smile. Harvey had observed that she and Donna had struck a special friendship, but Donna still called her Canadian Gretchen even though she knew her name was Claudia.

"You know it." Donna answered jovially. "I feel like I have a new lease on life."

"Great to see it pays off not to give up. Look at you now, back from death's door, all brand new." Canadian Gretchen said.

"I know, right? My husband is claiming the trophy on that one, says his prayers are what did it." Donna complained.

"Boy, let a girl have her trophy back. It's like stealing candy from a kid, have a shame." The nurse scolded Harvey and they all laughed.

The nurse finished packing up Donna's stuff and helped Harvey sit her in a wheelchair, then gave Donna a hug and bid them farewell before she left.

Harvey looked on as the nurse left the room.

"I like her. Why do you keep calling her 'Canadian Gretchen' though?"

"Because, look at her Harvey, they could be sisters, twins even."

"The mannerisms are kinda similar, but she's white Donna."

"Stop looking at the outside and look at the person. The warmth, the love that exudes from her and that 'no nonsense I won't take your BS' attitude. So Gretchen."

And it was so Donna to make that kind of observation, look at the person indeed.

"You know what? Why don't we have them meet, I'm sure they would click and become great friends. She already is a close friend of yours, she'd fit in the clan just fine. In fact, why don't we invite her to your par…" Harvey caught himself before he let the cat out of the bag about the surprise welcome home party.

"What, my surprise welcome home party?" She scoffed as Harvey gaped at her and tried to deflect. "Like I didn't know what you were all up to with Louis and Mike giving all the signs away with their weird behaviour. I knew from the first moment, don't beat yourself up Harvey. You should know by now, I'm Donna." She winked at him and patted his hand that was on the hand of the wheelchair as he wheeled her out of the hospital room.

"Damn woman!"

Donna laughed. "And, I've already invited Claudia, she will join us after her shift. She will be bringing her husband and grandchildren. She's got two grandchildren about our twins' age. They will have a great time, I hope."

"You found all that out while you were in a coma?"

"She means a lot to me Harvey. She's like family now, and I would like her family to meet mine. It would really make all this special for me."

"I would like that too. And it's not like I could ever deny you anything."

"I know." Donna teased.

"You're incorrigible." Harvey laughed.

"I'm Donna, I know everything. And you love me."

"That I do. With all my heart." He dipped his head to kiss her as he wheeled her out of the hospital, a content smile on his face.

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Epilogue

Oh, we won't let go, we'll be soaked to the bone Baptized by truth, we will reap what we sow Build our own higher ground when the rain's coming down This is worth it to me, Saint Honesty ...

Donna was trying to hold back her tears as she sat beside Harvey as the ceremony proceeded. She rested her head on his shoulder, the names of her twins were called to the podium. They looked so grand with their graduation gowns and caps, nervous but radiant smiles on their faces. She could have missed this ten years ago. She would never forget how close she had come to missing this, and the tears flowed freely from her eyes now, tears of joy and gratitude. She was grateful for this moment, grateful for all the years she had had with Harvey, witnessing this occasion right now. Her kids were graduating from college and she may not have had this moment had she remained ignorant. Something had come to take away this moment from her ten years ago and she would have let it, only because she had no knowledge of who she was and what belonged to her. That Christ had given his life so she could have her best years, she had nearly lost all this because of ignorance. She was grateful for Pastor Henry for being the first to open her eyes, telling her to kick the intruder out of her house, because she could. She was grateful for Canadian Gretchen for reaffirming it at a time when she would have packed her bags and bid her family farewell, not believing that she could still fight and win. She would have missed this. More than that, she was grateful that Harvey and all her family and friends had come to know and accept the truth and love of God too. They had always cheered for the good guys but had never belonged there, always on the bleachers but not being part of the team, now they were.

The cheers went up as the twins accepted their college certificates, it was no surprise they had both majored in Law. Where were they going to go with the whole family full of lawyers. At least the Firm had a legacy to leave.

Mike made a loud whistle, Harvey tried one but his couldn't go as high. Donna patted him on the shoulder as if to say, 'try again next time, honey.'

Then she let out her own loud whistle, louder than Mike's that Harvey gaped at her and Mike glared at her and mouthed 'show off'. Donna shrugged her famous 'I'm Donna' shrug.

Louis attempted one, not wanting to be outdone, but his was more of a whine. The whole group laughed.

This was it; this was completeness. Donna mused, as she looked at her family and friend cheering and laughing, she looked at her twins in their graduation gowns, her youngest Marcus just a few years from graduation too. Next will be weddings and grandchildren and she was the best planner on the planet! She remembered a time when she could not have thought that far because it had hurt so much to think that she would miss it all, but not anymore. She already had her children's weddings and grandchildren's names colour coded.

She looked and smiled at God, whispered a 'Thank you Father', and moved with the rest of the family to embrace her twins and pause for photos.

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Rain Salvation is coming in the morning We'll wait patiently, aiming straight for it But now what we need Is a little rain on our face from you, sweet Saint Honesty- Sara Bereilles