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So here's the new chapter, something you all wish to happen, but I have to say I really struggled with that part.. I wasn't really really feeling it.. but I had to get it out there because it was something I planned from the start and I've been staring at this chapter for weeks now. So I jsut decided to go with it, in order for me to move on. I hope you enjoy this chapter none the less and maybe leave a review? x

Chapter 5: Waking up

She focusses on the tone of her heels hitting the linoleum floor of the hospital , trying to block out the noise of the machines beeping. The sound of his breaths along with them and her hand traces the edge of the bed as she walks away. Stopping in the door opening, to look over her shoulder. Looking at him one last time, unlike all the other visits she looks at him. Because this visit wasn't like any other.

It felt different, no feels different and she lets out a sigh as her head faces the hall way again. She knows the end is near, she just doesn't know to which end she's referring to and she can't allow herself to think like that. She's got to believe, for him, for her, for them. But mostly for their daughter. A small smile forming on her lips as her right hand moves over her baby bump again, her feet carrying her outside again.

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"Mrs. Specter," she's greeted like always as the door to black Lexus is being held open for her.

"Ray," she gives him a sad smile, her hand covering his wrist as she stops to look at him, "it's Donna…you know that.. please," she begs him and he nods, just like every other time she tells him to call her Donna. "Donna," he smiles helping the redhead in the car.

She lets her head rest against the left back seat of the car as she closes her eyes for a couple of seconds. It's not her spot in the car, it's his, but ever since the accident she'd moved to that side of the car. Somehow feeling closer to him. She knows it is all in her head, but to her, this spot feels like him. Like his perfume still lingers around the safety belt.

Feeling the baby kick again, as if the unborn acknowledged her thoughts at that exact moment, her hand moves to the corresponding spot. An nearly inaudible hello leaving her lips as her eyes fixate on the black and white pattern that clads her body.

She feels the sudden need to see her. Their daughter and her hands reach for her purse, searching for the sonogram she took a couple of weeks ago. Tears welling in her eyes as she thinks about how she should have shown him that picture, even though he wouldn't have been able to see it. She should have shown him regardless.

Her fingers trace the corrugated edge of the plastic CD case that had been in her purse since that last day she'd seen him. "Let Ray play this when he'll drive you around," she recalls him saying and with a heavy swallow she lets her head drop. She hadn't been able to do so yet, not even fully realizing she is now. But her hand moves faster than her brain can register.

"Ray," she whispers, her hand extending the case and the other man looks over his shoulder to his boss's wife, simply nodding as he takes the case from her hand. "Good choice," he comments as he turns around again, his fingers opening the case. "It's his," she whispers her eyes meeting the drivers in the rear view mirror for a second, while Ray slides the disc into the player.

Mere seconds later she feels her heart ache, tears starting to well in her eyes as their song fills the space around her. Soft sobs now covering the music as she hears his voice through the speakers. His laugh, the way he says her name, an 'I love you' and she swallows realising he must have made this for her after their wedding.

Ray looks over his shoulder again, the crying redhead catching his eye and he wishes he knew what to do. How to make it better for her, but his questions remain the same. "Donna," he calls her and she looks up at him, "how-"

"Ray, please.." she whispers, stopping him, "Please don't ask how he's doing cause I.."

"Donna," he mumbles again, "how are you doing? I'm worried about you." She shakes her head, "I'm .." and he looks at her in the mirror, the way she swallows, trying to stop the tears. "No you're not," he continues as pulls the car to the side. "I may be over stepping.. but I think it's time to talk to someone.. Really talk to someone about what happened."

"Ray," she sighs, "I don't.." she can't even pronounce the words therapy. She always used to be the one to be in touch with her feelings. With how not only she, but everyone was feeling and she just can't right now.

"I'm not going to.."

"I meant a friend," he mumbles just before he gets out of the car. Giving the brunette a small nod as he walks around the car, towards Donna's door. Reluctantly the redhead gets out of the car and her head turns to the right, another wave of emotions hitting her as she sees the rest of the Pearson Specter Litt family waiting for her.

"Donna," the young lawyer calls her best friend as she moves closer, wrapping her arm around her to support her as the redhead nearly goes through her knees the second she hears them call for her. "Donna," Louis calls out supporting her as well as they party walks inside the firm.

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They bring the woman, who's tried so hard to be alone all this time, towards his office and that's where she loses it completely. Tears streaming down her face as she sees his empty desk. The room not having changed in the past two months, except for the bouquet of flowers on his desk. Harvey's desk.

"Donna," the managing partner speaks as the redhead looks up to her from the couch. "Please know we are all here for you," she smiles, "we will always be here for you," she adds placing her hand on the shoulder of the woman. She nods, mumbling a soft sorry as she lets her head rest on the shoulder of her best friend.

"You've nothing to be sorry about," Rachel whispers as the rest leaves the two women alone. The hand of the young lawyer moves over the auburn locks, as she feels the tears of the older woman run down her neck. "You know we'll always be here for you," she whispers again, "we love you Donna."

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"I think I'm losing it," she hears the redhead mumble softly then and she swallows, bringing the woman back up to face her. "Donna?" she mumbles waiting for her to respond, "what's going on?" she whispers, neither of those at the firm knowing how Harvey has been doing.

"I.." she mumbles, "maybe I'm imagining it.." she adds swallowing. Rachel crooks her head, her hands running up and down the arms of Donna. "What do you mean?" she whispers carefully and the red head lets out another sigh. "I.. Maybe I'm seeing things I want to see.. things that aren't there…but" she pauses, "it feels so real, Rach.. and I.. I can't go on like this."

"Hey," the brunette whispers, "Donna.. what happened?" But the redhead shakes her head, a desperate look on her face. "He moved.. I .. " she chokes on her words, "I felt him move," she cries then, "he moved but –"

"I know," Rachel mumbles pulling Donna back in a hug, a tear now rolling over her own cheek, feeling heartbroken for her friend. "I think they might not believe me anymore," she whispers then, "I felt him move.. Rach.. I felt it, I felt his fingers tapping against my stomach.. but.. they –"

"It… it never happens when there's –" she whispers. "Donna, do you want me to come along?" she offers and the redhead nods, "yes.. please."

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She's sitting on the edge of the bed again, her hand covering his as she looks up from her husband to Rachel. A thin smile on her lips as the brunette nods. "I just miss him so much, Rach," she whispers, "I.. I just need him to –" the rest of the words remain unspoken as she feels his fingers move under her hand, her head instantly turning towards him again.

"Donna," the brunette whispers walking towards her, "Donna what's happening?" she asks in concern as she redhead looks at her again. "His.. hand," she mumbles lifting her own again to show it, "see.. he's.. he's moving."

"OMG," Rachel whispers, "Donna.. that's.. that's amazing," she smiles and the redhead nods. "Yeah," she whispers, "it's just not enough," she sighs as she looks at him again. He hand caressing his face as she places a kiss on his lips. "I love you, Harvey," she mumbles before sitting up again. "I just… if… if only he'd blink or… or open his eyes," she whispers, her thumb caressing the palm of his hand as she looks at the brunette again. "Please," she adds softly, with a thin smile.

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"D..Donn," the brunette stutters as she moves towards them, pointing at him. "Look," she hears her best friend say just before her eyes land on his again. Her breath being taken away as she sees his eyes blinking a few times. "Rach.." she mumbles, soon feeling the hands of the brunette on her shoulders. "Rach, is.. is this really happening?" she asks.

"Yes," Rachel cries placing a kiss on top of Donna's head. "Yes, it is.." she hugs her, "I'm going to get a –" her sentence being interrupted by some inaudible words coming from the man in the room. "Harvey," Donna whispers, "Harvey are you there?"

The brunette runs to the hallway, calling for a nurse as she rushes back to Donna soon after. She still hears him cough, even amongst the sobs coming from Donna. The way she's holding onto him. Calling his name as her hand caress his face, every time an inaudible sound leaves his lips.

"What happened?" Alica asks the second she enters the room. "He.. he.." Donna mumbles, but she still in shock. "He blinked," Rachel steps in as she walks to the nurse again, "his hand moved and –"

"Okay," the nurse nods, "I need you two to leave the room," she continues. "But," Donna stumbles. "Mrs. Specter," the nurse continues as she pages doctor Morsh, "these are good signs, but to be sure we need to examine your husband," she tries to explain as she asks the brunette to take her away.

Rachel nods walking over to Donna, her arms falling around her as she slowly lifts Donna's arms from his body. "It's okay, Donna," she whispers, "it's okay, they will look after him," she continues as she guides the redhead to the waiting room.

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Donna's head rests against Rachel's shoulder as the brunette lets her hand run up and down the redheads arm. "He'll be okay, Donna," she whispers again, but Donna doesn't respond. All she's able to do is focus on that damn door. Her gaze hasn't lifted from the object since the moment Rachel sat her down her. Not even when the rest of the Pearson Specter Litt family entered the waiting room.

A gasp finally leaves her lips as the door of his room opens again and she slowly lifts her head from Rachel's shoulder. Her eyes now fixated on the brown haired man that's walking towards her. "Harvey," she mumbles, her hand finding Rachel's for support, "is he.."

"Mrs. Specter," dr. Morsh greets her as her looks around the room, "friends and colleagues," he nods, before he faces the woman that's holding her breath. "I have good news," he tells them and a collective sigh is heard in the room. "Ooh my god," Donna whispers, "is he .."

"Awake, yes," the doctor confirms, with a smile and Donna lets out another sigh. Bringing her hand to her mouth, still in shock. "We did some small tests," the doctor continues, "he knows his name and that he's a lawyer, but he was too tired to do any further –"

"Can I see him," she interrupts dr. Morsh then. "Mrs. Specter," the doctor continues again, "I think it's best to let him rest and wait for further tests."

"Please," she begs, "please.. just.. I need .. I need to see him," she whispers and Jessica places her hand on the shoulder of the redhead before she takes the doctor aside. Trying to reason with him why Donna needs this.

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"Okay," the doctor nods as he returns to the party. "Mrs. Specter is allowed to see her husband, no one else. We cannot put a patient who's just woken up from a coma in too much pressure. Not before any other tests are completed," he explains again and the group of friends nod as they watch Donna get out of her chair.

"Mrs. Specter," dr. Morsh continues, "please follow me," he adds as he guides her to the room. "As I said before, he's asleep now. You are allowed to wait in here, for him to wake up again, but please let him wake up by himself," he tells her. Donna nods at him before she walks to the bed again.

She sits down in the chair, not being able to move her gaze from his face. Her lips curled up in a permanent smile as her hand still covers his. Her thumb caressing the palm of his hand as she softly whispers his name, just waiting for him to wake up.

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Half an hour passes before she feels his hand move again, his hand now squeezing her thumb and her gaze lifts again. She's looking at his face, her smile growing when she sees him blink. Making her lift herself out of her chair and sitting down on the edge of his bed now. "Hey," she whispers her hand still holding onto his.

He blinks a couple of times before he opens his eyes completely. The first thing he sees is the redheaded woman. "Harvey," she smiles, a tear from happiness running down her face as her hands cup his face. She moves closer, her lips covering his and she kisses him, smiling. "I've missed you so much," she mumbles on his lips.

He closes his eyes in surprise, but her lips feel warm on his and he kisses her back instinctively. Moving his hands upwards to cover hers, but he pulls back from their kiss when he feels the wedding band on her finger. "I'm … I'm sorry I … I can't," he mumbles opening his eyes.

He's looking at her now, confusion on his face. "You … you're married," he mumbles shaking his head, "I… I don't ... Not with married women." She moves back, her lips slightly apart as she's looking at him. "I… I'm sorry," she mumbles, her voice hoarse now.

"The ring," he continues, his hand turning hers around and he points at her fourth finger, "you're married.. I … I don't -" he shakes his head. "We… we're married," she answers bringing her hand to his cheek, but he moves away from her touch. "Harvey?" she questions him, desperation now noticeable in her face.

He nods, but the confused look on his face only increasing. "I'm sorry," he mumbles," but … but who are you?"