Harvey lets out a tired sigh and blinks slowly. Apparently, he fell asleep. He didn't mean to, but lying in bed with Donna pressed against him was so comfortable and suddenly he felt so tired that he let his eyes close, for just a second – or so he thought. He turns his gaze to Donna, who – surprisingly – is already looking at him. "Hey," he mumbles sleepily, bringing his hand up to her face and brushing his thumb over her cheek. He silently looks at her for a second. She doesn't look like she got any rest, instead her brow is furrowed and her eyes are dark and hard to read.

"What's on your mind? Are you okay?" Harvey asks softly. Donna closes her eyes and lets out a breath before slowly shaking her head. She feels Harveys arm around her shoulders pulling her in a little tighter and she can see the look on his eyes even before she opens her eyes. She hates worrying him, but the pained look he gets when he feels like she doesn't trust him is even worse. She brings her right hand up and lays it over the oxygen mask again, this time not allowing Harvey to stop her as she tugs it at and eventually pulls it down. She needs to be able to speak and she the muffled sounds she can make trough this thing are not enough.

For a second, Donna doesn't know what to say. She doesn't know where to start. Harvey waits patiently, silently looking at her. She rests her right hand against his chest, closing her eyes again. "I was so scared," she admits, biting down on her lip. Memories flash through her head and her body tenses up involuntarily as she remembers the fear coursing through it earlier today.

"It's okay now, Donna," Harvey soothes. He's taken aback by her confession, but even more by her physical reaction. He presses a kiss against her forehead, "you're okay," he repeats, threading his fingers through her hair, "you can relax… it's okay. You're safe." He doesn't really know what to say, especially not when she opens her eyes and tears start dripping down her cheeks. "Donna…" He murmurs, "talk to me. Let it out…"

Donna tries to blink away her tears, looking at Harvey as she does. His fingers are still in her hair, but his palm is resting against her cheek now. She is so incredibly glad he is with her and all she wants is to pull herself as close against him as humanly possible and never let him go. But she's in pain and she feels so weak she can barely move. "I-I was so scared," she repeats, this time with a small stutter in her voice, "I felt so sick… And then everything went so fast. It was… I don't…" She swallows, unsure whether she really wants to talk about this. Having the memories in her brain is bad enough.

Harvey stays quiet, giving Donna time to untangle the mess in her head. He has dropped his hand from her face to her arm, lightly tracing the tip of his index finger over her freckles. Her body still feels tense and he wishes he could take it away, knowing how horrible it feels to have such a physical reaction to stress. He still doesn't say anything, but he leans his head in closer and nuzzles his face against her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her warm skin.

"I remember you were here," Donna softly starts, "this morning. And… Rach visited too, right?" She looks at him, seeking conformation. He nods, "she was early. I got here a little later. I'm honestly surprised you remember… You were barely conscious." She softly bites on her bottom lip, "I don't remember much," she admits, "it's just… bits and pieces. Vague flashes." Even though it's not much, it's enough to make the anxiety spike up all over again. "I've never felt so sick," she murmurs, "I couldn't stay awake. I couldn't think. I felt like I could barely breathe."

Harveys chest tightens at Donna's confession. Rachel was right this morning; he should have done something. Maybe he could have prevented what happened today. Before he can spiral further, Donna continues talking, "nurses came in. Hooked me up to more things… Gave me the mask," she vaguely gestures at the oxygen mask that is now hanging loosely around her neck, "it got a little better after that. But not for long. I felt like-like… Like all energy was being drained from my body."

Donna sighs, pressing herself a little closer to Harvey. Heavy pain shoots right through her, and she softly moans. She takes a few slow breaths, waiting for the sharp ache to dull down. Harvey stays quiet, giving her all the time and space she needs and she is grateful for it. "Nurses kept going in and out… Doctors too. They talked to me but I couldn't- I couldn't understand anything. They ran tests and scans and… I wanted to text you or call you but I couldn't… I couldn't even lift my arms and I couldn't talk. I couldn't do anything, Harvey."

Now, Donna's voice breaks and tears spill from her eyes again. Harvey keeps running his fingers over her arm and he presses a soft kiss against her cheek. Still quiet, although this time she doesn't know if it's because he's giving her time or because he doesn't know what to say. She takes a breath before continuing; now that she started talking she just wants to get it all off her chest. "I kept blacking out, but I do remember worried expressions… and fear and tension," she looks at Harvey, "I remember feeling like everything was going wrong and it made me so scared." Her voice is barely more than a whisper, "and then Nix came in and they took me away. Through the hospital… I didn't understand, I didn't know where I was going," she diverts her gaze again, "then suddenly I was in the operating room. Bright lights in my eyes. People in masks… and then I was sinking away again."

Harvey feels the tension in Donna's body dissipate when she finishes talking. She told her story; now she doesn't have to carry it alone anymore. He wants to pull her closer but remembers the pain on her face when she moved minutes ago. "Harvey," she softly asks for his attention, "you've never been quiet this long." She states. It is an attempt at a joke, but Harvey hears the insecurity underneath it and that breaks his heart even further.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there," he tells her, his voice heavy with emotion, "I should have protected you. Or at least been with you. I'm sorry you were all alone." He rambles on. The guilt presses so heavily on him. It has been all afternoon, but especially now that he saw the fear in her eyes and heard the tremble in her voice when she relayed her experience. She rubs her hand over his chest, "Harvey… She catches his eye, "don't beat yourself up. It happened… And it was scary and I really wish you'd been here... But it's over now, I'm okay."

"Donna," Harvey sighs, fixing her with a pointed look. She's far from okay and they both know it. She closes her eyes and lets her hand travel up to caress his jaw. She feels the tension in his muscles and lets her hand linger, rubbing her thumb over his skin. "I will be okay," she amends. He releases a long breath, she feels it tickling on her skin. She's not sure whether this means he believes her or not, but she doesn't care. She's in his arms and she's tired. She doesn't want to talk anymore, just lying like this – pressed up against him – is enough for now.