I lean back in the chair, remembering the exact moment that I found out. The moment that time stood still.

Flashback:

I was in my office reading the King deposition notes. My cell phone rang and I saw it was a New York number but I didn't recognize it. As I slid my finger against the screen to answer the call I subconsciously noted that the time was 2:06.

"Hello."

"Hi, is this Harvey Specter?"

"Yes it is."

"Mr. Specter, my name is Haley Keating. I'm a nurse at Bellevue Hospital. A Ms. Donna Paulsen was brought in this afternoon with injuries from a vehicle accident. You are listed as her emergency contact. We are trying to get in touch with her next of kin."

I'm pretty sure that my heart stopped and that I stopped breathing at her words. "Is she…...is Donna….is she alive?"

"Yes Mr. Specter, she is, but she does have life threatening injuries and she does need surgery. They are prepping her now." I release the breath I didn't realize I was holding, relieved that at least for now Donna, my Donna is still alive.

"I'm on my way, I will be there as soon as possible." It isn't until the words exit my mouth that I realize that I have already stood up and that I am already standing in front of the elevator. I should probably tell someone, Louis, Gretchen, Robert, someone. But all I can focus on, all I care about is getting to Donna.

"Can you give us information on how to reach her next of kin or do you want to call them yourself?"

"Her mother, Roberta Paulsen, lives in Connecticut. I will call her and let her know."

"Thank you Mr. Specter."

"Um, Haley?"

"Yes Mr. Specter."

"Ms. Paulsen, Donna, was she alone or was she with her boyfriend, Thomas Kessler?"

"She was with Mr. Kessler. He's being treated at the moment, but should be released sometime later today."

"Thank you Haley. I'll be there soon. Goodbye."

"Bye Mr. Specter."

Back to Present:

Thomas had come by to check on Donna after he was released from the emergency department. He'd held her hand and kissed her cheek, but had ultimately gone home to rest after his sister came to pick him up. His vehicle had been totaled in the wreck.

I'd learned that the other vehicle, a black Chevrolet F-150. The truck had run a red light and t-boned Thomas' town car on Donna's side. She'd suffered internal bleeding that resulted in them removing her spleen and having to repair damage to her liver.

I just need her to wake up. I need to look into her beautiful green eyes. I need to hear her soulful and melodic voice. I need to hear her make a joke or say something sarcastic. I need to hear her say my name. I need her to hear me say hers. I need her to hear me anyone else in the entire world. I need her to know that she is my entire world. But instead I wait. I wait with her hand in mine. I wait while I stare at her beautiful face. I wait while the machine beeps to tell me she's alive. I wait while the world keeps spinning while my world is lying in this hospital bed, not moving, not talking. I wait. And I will continue waiting. I will wait forever, if it means that in the end I will get to look into her eyes again, hear her laugh again.

Eventually I fall asleep. Minutes, hours later, I don't know.

When I wake up, it's still dark outside. The clock on the wall says it's 4:32 AM. The overhead lights are off but the lights from the hallway and the machines provide enough light for me to see her face. But it's the light from the moon that cast the most beautiful glow on her face. If I didn't know any better I would think that she was just sleeping. She looks like an angel. My angel.