Chapter 4
The air hummed with tension as the wail of sirens pierced through the chaos. Harvey clung to Donna's limp form, his heart hammering in his chest as he waited for the cavalry to arrive. Every second felt like an eternity, each beat of her weakening pulse a cruel reminder of the fragility he fought so hard to pretend to beat using the grey areas of the law.
As the paramedics rushed in, their voices a blur of urgency, Harvey felt a surge of relief wash over him. Help had finally arrived, but the battle was far from over. They pushed him away to get to her. He did not like that. He resisted their attempts to pry her from him. He was good for her, he thought. She needed him just as much he needed her. He felt like hitting them but he noticed he was farther away. He watched with bated breath as they worked to stabilize Donna, their movements precise and methodical as they fought to keep her from slipping away. He reached for his tie knot, loosening it in an attempt to breath better. Breath for her maybe. He hoped these people knew how important Donna's life is. She is everything he needs to be ok. And that's a lot.
"Are you hurt?" a medic asked Harvey. It took him what felt like seconds to realize the question was not rhetorical. Why the fuck would the medic working on Donna care if he was hurt. It was irrelevant and of way less importance compared to the job he had at hand. That moron should be concentrating on Donna. He did not look like the type to be able to do two things twice. But he did not have a fight in him at the moment. And the medic's concern seemed genuine afterall he thought. Donna would have not wanted him to be rude at a first responder.
"The blood is all hers", Harvey said apologetically. He wished it wasn't like he has never wished for anything in a very long time.
But even as they loaded her onto the gurney and rushed her to the elevator and then towards the waiting ambulance outside the lobby, Harvey couldn't shake the feeling of dread that gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. This was just the beginning, he realized.
"You coming with?" the same medic asked Harvey. He did not answer. As he climbed into the ambulance beside Donna, his mind raced with a thousand questions, each one more terrifying than the last. Who was behind the shooting? Why had they targeted Pearson Specter? And most importantly, would Donna survive?
But amidst the uncertainty and the fear, one thing remained crystal clear: he would do whatever it took to protect her from now on, to keep her safe from harm. She was his rock, his anchor in a world gone mad, and he refused to let her slip through his fingers without a fight.
As the ambulance raced through the streets of New York, Harvey held Donna's hand tightly, his gaze never leaving her pale, unconscious face. "Hang on, Donna," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm not going to let you go. Not now, not ever."
And as they hurtled towards an uncertain future, their destinies entwined inextricably with the chaos that surrounded them, Harvey vowed silently to do whatever it took to bring her back to him, to prove once and for all that their love was stronger than any bullet, stronger even than death itself.