Donna holds her heels in her right hand, with her index finger hooked through the ankle straps, and walks over to her desk. She throws her shoes in her bottom drawer and pulls out her emergency flats she keeps at the office.
She didn't go home last night. Kenza hadn't been joking when she said she would tell Donna everything.
Donna hadn't gotten a wink of sleep, she spent the whole night with Kenza; listening to her, being angry at her, questioning her, to even laughing and crying withher. It almost felt like nothing had changed.
As Donna waits for Harvey to walk in through the doors, or anyone else who works here for the matter, she dwells back to all the things Kenza had spilled last night.
Donna had walked in there, expecting herself to raise hell and make Kenza drown in guilt, but it didn't work. Not when she had laid eyes on the boy who was a picture perfect mix of both Harvey and Kenza.
"I'm sick, Donna. I don't have long. If it wasn't for him," Kenza took a small pause, eyes wandering to the small figure of a boy sleeping peacefully in her lap. She caressed his cheek in the tenderest way only a mother could. "I would've given up a long time ago. I'm here now 'cause I owe it to him; I owe it to my boy to give him his family when I'm not around."
Donna's mind is far away that she actually startles and jumps in her seat when someone waves a hand in front of her face.
Her eyes adjust to the figure, the blurriness disappearing from her eyes.
"Earth to Donna," Harvey jokes, smile on his face, the dents of a dimple in play. Donna thinks back to the dimples of the kid last night. Harvey's kid.
"Hey," Donna responds, her voice sounding "We need to talk. Your office." Donna stands up.
The smile wipes clear off of Harvey's face, a worried expression covering it now.
Harvey starts to make his walk to the office, holding the door up for Donna and only closing it after she's in.
She sees the way he notices that she's wearing the same dress from yesterday. She never wears anything twice, and especially not twice in a row.
Donna turns around and this time Harvey realizes how glossy her eyes are. There are bags under her eyes and she seems paler than usual.
"Are you alright?" Harvey shoots quickly, hurrying over to her, both of his hands on each of her arms.
"I'm fine," Donna tries a half-smile, her hand falling over Harvey's, giving it a gentle squeeze. ''I just didn't get much sleep.''
''Why not?'' Harvey asks, and there's still a small worried crease between his eyes.
''Well,'' Donna begins, shrugging softly out of Harvey's grip. ''After you told me what happened with you and Kenza, I went to see her. I was so angry for how she made you feel, Harvey.''
Donna watches as Harvey's expression changes in to something stony and cold. Before he can accuse her of anything, because she knows Harvey like she knows the back of her hand. ''You're my friend, and she used to be one too. I wasn't out of place going there last night.''
Harvey's eyes darken and Donna finds herself hurling out the words.
''She's dying.''
All color drains his face; he pales as he puts his hand on to the desk beside him to balance himself. He doesn't say anything though.
His lips are a thin line and his eyes are round and lost. Donna walks over to him slowly; she doesn't want him to back away. She knows how closed off Harvey can be, especially in times of emotional adversities.
''Harvey…'' She says it quietly as she inches closer to him.
''She abandons me, us and only comes back right before she's gonna leave us for good,'' Harvey says bitterly.
When he looks up Donna sees the unshed tears in his eyes that hold none of the venom his voice does. ''I know you're upset, I get it. But… this is something, the only thing you can't blame her for, Harvey.''
He scoffs, pushes away from the desk and runs a hand through his hair and faces away from Donna. He runs a hand across his face, his shoulders are tense.
''And that's not everything. wanted to meet you yesterday to talk about many things, but she fell ill and just didn't know how to tell you that something like that came up,'' Donna explains.
''I don't think we have anything to talk about,'' Harvey responds sharply.
''I get that you're upset, but stop being an asshole. She's coming by after you've finished for the day.''
She walks up to him, rests a hand on his shoulder and gives him a gentle squeeze. ''I'll always be here for you. I chose you then and I choose you now,'' Donna says right before she exits Harvey's office.