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Harvey raps his knuckles over the white petition, heart hammering as he demands attention from the women sitting behind the desk. "I'm looking for Donna Paulsen-" he swallows her name, catching his breath, "I was told she was brought in here."
"Harvey!"
He hears Samantha before he sees her, quickly losing interest in the nurse as he spins on his heel. The blonde is already heading towards him and his expression hardens as he pushes toward her. "What the hell happened?" He was out with a client when he'd gotten the call to say Donna was in the hospital, something about a concussion, and he raced straight over- Ray breaking several traffic violations to get him here as quickly as possible.
There's concern reeling in his gaze and Samantha folds her phone over her chest knowing he's going to be even more pissed off when he finds out the details. "Two of the associates got into a fight, Donna stepepd in to break it up-"
"Who?" He snaps the question looking for a place to vent the anger rushing through him, ready to kill whoever is responsible for hurting her.
"That little shit McAvoy." She has no idea what the argument was over, truthfully she doesn't care. It was only a matter of time before the rich daddy's-boy gave them an excuse to fire him and she did- on the spot. "Don't worry, I took care of it."
He'd like to care of too (in his own way) but holds onto the thought preoccupied with making sure Donna's okay first. "Where is she?"
"Down the hall, second door on the right. She's fine but they want to keep her in overnight for observation." She glances at her phone, lighting up the screen to check the time. She didn't mind waiting but now Harvey's here there doesn't seem much point in both of them staying. Donna had practically ordered her out anyway, insisting she didn't need a babysitter, and Sam drops the device back down motioning over Harvey's shoulder. "I should to get back to the office but I can take the meeting with Nichols this afternoon."
Shit.
In the rush to get here he'd completely forgotten the appointment was scheduled and his expression softens grateful for the offer. "Thanks Samantha." He forces a smile, gently squeezing her arm as he brushes passed. There's no way he would've been able to concentrate without at least seeing Donna first and he heads straight to her room, stealing a breath at the door before striding in unannounced.
The sudden movement draws Donna's gaze up and she closes the magazine in her lap with a soft sigh. "I told Samantha not to-"
His mouth is on hers before she can get the words out, his hand dragging her into the kiss and her stomach flips at the intensity behind his concern. She knew he'd be worried. That's why she'd asked Sam to wait before telling him but now he's here she's glad the blonde ignored her and a smile works its way onto her lips, her breath falling out in a pant when he finally separates them.
"Are you okay?"
He keeps his fingers pressed against her cheek and she leans into his palm with a nod. "I'm fine."
The reassurance washes over him, his thumb lifting to skim the three stitches resting over her brow. She does her best not to flinch at the contact and he drops his hand, lowering himself into the chair by her bed with a slow exhale. "I'm going to kill him."
His voice is rough, mixed with anger, and while she appreciates he's just being protective- killing someone on her behalf seem like a slight overreaction. "It was an accident Harvey."
"I don't give a shit what it was-" he throws back airing his frustration, "he put you in the hospital and that snivelling brat can say goodbye to ever becoming a lawyer, I'll make damn sure of that."
She doesn't doubt he intends to make good on the threat and trying to talk him down when his this worked up is pointless. He needs to calm down first and she reaches across dropping her fingers over his knee with a light squeeze. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
It's hardly her fault but he responds to the soft touch, leaning forward and closing his hand over hers."You're okay, that's what matters."
She can tell he means it but that isn't the only thing that's important. He'd left shortly before the incident to sign a major client and she steals her arm back tilting her head questioningly. "How did the meeting go?"
"Good."
He shurgs, the answer a little too quick and she knows him better than that. "Harvey."
The warning is unmistakable and he sits up straighter scrubbing a palm over his freshly shaved jawline. This morning his priority had been to look the part, do what was necessary to close the deal. Now he could give a shit- but he knows her too, that she won't settle for anything less than the truth and a sigh works its way from his mouth. "He was about to sign when Samantha called."
She doesn't need him to elaborate, able to picture what his reaction would've been and a rush of guilt washes over her. "So I just lost us Bellinger?"
He shakes his head. "You didn't do anything-" he assures, dropping his hand and skating it over his thigh, "he'll sign... just as soon as I call back and explain."
"Why you ran out, you mean?" She guesses, wondering if he'd taken the time to excuse himself or had simply up and left. Given how on edge he was before the meeting it's sweet but not the best move business wise, though he doesn't particularly bothered.
"Why they had to pick up the tab." He adds, a loose smile falling across his lips.
She cant help but return it, the warmth spreading through her as she shifts making room for him on the bed. He moves, wordlessly accepting the invitation and she finds a comfortable position resting draped over his chest. She's suddenly exhausted from the days ordeal and when he reaches for the remote, flicking on the tv, she closes her eyes letting the background noise lull her towards sleep.
They'll figure out Bellinger in the morning and he'll sign, even if she has to go down there and apologise in person to make it happen; because her boyfriend might have let his softer side show today but lucky for him she can be very persuasive.