Mike looks at Harvey, who's sitting opposite him at his desk. Right now, Harvey is looking at some papers, but Mike has certainly noticed his regular glances at his phone and his general distraction all day. "Harvey," he looks at him, "I think we've got it from here. You can go see Donna." He offers. Conflict clouds Harveys eyes, "I can stay for a little while," he protests weakly, "the meeting with her doctor is not for another hour and a half." He's had an unsettling feeling all day and there is no place he would rather be than with Donna but he made a commitment to Mike and he's a man of his word.
"Really, Harvey," Mike offers a small smile, "we've gone through most of it. Rach and I can do the last bits. Besides, it's a Sunday, you've been here since eight and it's over four now. I don't think I've ever seen you do that." He tries to joke, but Harvey is too tense to appreciate it. "Are you serious?" He asks, just to be sure. Mike nods, "go see Donna. Let us know how she's doing." Harvey nods, "only if you promise to update me on the last things you guys find. Don't want to get to court not fully prepared tomorrow." Mike smiles, relieved to see a piece of the Harvey he knows instead of the tense form he's been seeing all week, "see you tomorrow. Don't be late."
When Harvey walks into the hospital a little while later, he surprisingly feels quite okay. He finally believes that him and Mike have a chance in court tomorrow. Moreover, he has time to step by Donna's room and see her before his appointment with the doctor. And, the thing that makes him feel best, is that after his meeting with Nix, he's got hours to spend with Donna, which is more than he's had all week. It doesn't matter whether she's awake or asleep, the fact that he can be with her and hold her close is enough to give him a slight spring in his step.
Harvey rounds the corner and notices the door to Donna's room is open already. He walks in, and then stops dead in his tracks. The room is empty. He closes his eyes and opens them again, but the sight hasn't changed. Empty room. Donna gone. Even her bed gone. Monitors still standing around the empty space where the bed was, but the cables detached, hanging limply in the empty space.
Panic starts bubbling under Harveys skin. His heartrate picks up and so does his breathing. He fumbles for his phone but doesn't find it at the first try. With shaking hands, he pats down all his pockets, eventually finding it in his left front pocket; the one he always shoves it in. Somehow that little detail slipped his mind. His mind is spinning, he realizes. Forming coherent thoughts is not working out well for him at this moment.
After finding his phone, it takes Harvey multiple tries to open his messages. His fingers tremble and he keeps tapping the wrong icons. When he finally manages to tap the right one, he feels his heart sink. No new messages from Donna. He had harbored a little hope that she was taken for a scan or another test, but now he knows she's not. If she was, she would have texted him or called him, like she had done every single time during the last few days.
Suddenly, Harveys tie feels too tight. He pulls at it, trying to undo the knot. He can't breathe, he needs to loosen the tie. After several attempts, he manages to release the knot, but it doesn't help. He gasps for air, but still feels like he can't get any in. With shaking hands, he tries to undo the top few buttons on his shirt, hoping that will relieve the pressure a little.
As he fumbles with the buttons, Harvey realizes that ties and buttons should not be his top priority right now. They shouldn't even be close to his top priorities. The only thing on his mind should be finding out where the hell Donna is. He turns on his heel and bursts out of the room. In the hallway he looks left and right, searching for someone who can explain where his wife is. He groans frustratedly when he doesn't see anybody and then decides to head right, to the nurses station.
Everything seems blurry and Harvey wonders how long he can keep these symptoms at bay before he needs to throw up. It's been so long since he had a panic attack, but it's exactly like he remembers. He staggers through the hallway, sighing gratefully when a nurse leaves a room just a few doors away, "hey!" He calls out, "wait!" She stops and turns, her eyes widening when she spots him. With quick steps, she approaches him, laying her hand on his arm, "sir, what can I do for you?" She looks at him with worried eyes and Harvey briefly wonders what he looks like, remembering from glances in the mirror during previous panic attacks that it wasn't good.
"My wife," Harvey pants, "Donna Paulsen… Specter," his heart pounds so hard he can hear it in his ears. It's the only thing he hears and for a second it's the only thing he can concentrate on. But no. He has to focus, "Donna… She's not in her room... Where is she?" He doesn't really think that he's making any sense, but he can't manage to string together more coherent sentences. Not even in his head.
"You're Mr. Specter," somehow the nurse seems to catch on, "why don't you come with me. I'll explain the situation to you." She clearly attempts to be reassuring, but Harvey isn't assured in the slightest. "What situation?" He didn't think his heart could beat any faster or any harder, but now it feels like his chest is being cracked open. He feebly tugs at his tie again, needing something to relieve the pressure, "where is Donna?" That's the only thing that matters now.
The nurse hesitates a little, but she seems to recognize that Harvey isn't going anywhere without getting answers. "Well," she starts, "Mrs. Paulsen's condition worsened over the last few days, which you probably noticed, seeing as you set up an appointment with doctor Nix." Harvey nods impatiently. The world is spinning and he's not able to calm down because the look on the nurse's face is not good. "This morning, her condition rapidly deteriorated. Her fever spiked, she seemed less and less able to stay conscious and then suddenly her blood pressure and heartrate bottomed out."
Harvey sways on his legs. It feels like he's under water. He thought Donna was in really bad shape when he saw her this morning, but apparently she got even worse. "Where is she now?" His voice is so strained he barely recognizes it. Judging by the look on the nurse's face, he is not sure whether he wants to know the answer. "We tried to stabilize her with medication, but she barely reacted to that. So then doctor Nix decided to take her up for emergency surgery," she continues talking, but Harvey doesn't hear a thing anymore. It was bad. Emergency surgery. It was bad. Emergency surgery. The words keep repeating in his head. It's the last thing he knows before everything goes black.