Words, its funny how much they can show people. How they can betray people, showing an emotion or feeling they are trying to keep hidden. It's weird how some people change their word choice when a friend is injured, or how others just seem to get harsher. Is weird how all it takes is one trip to the hospital to get Harvey to chew Mike out a little more. And how that chewing out was prompted by Mike doing Harvey's work.

It was late and Mike had been in the file room all day, Harvey needed Mike to find a file from 1987 and it had been misplaced. He had to scour every box in the file room until he discovered where the idiot that had seen it last filed it. So far, after 12 hours of searching Mike had barely made any progress. That morning he had walked into Harvey's office, expecting a stack of files instead of being sent to find those files. Mike knew that the file room held 1,237 boxes of files, each containing 150 papers. That means that Mike would have to pull 2 all nighters to rummage through all 185,550 pages. Mike also knew that he had asthma and being in a dusty, dilapidated file room with musty air might not be the smartest idea but what Harvey wants Harvey gets. So, 12 hours later Mike finds himself still in the file room with a tickle in the back of his throat growing larger and a mind too focused on the files to notice. That's also how he finds out what words Harvey results to in cases of emergency.

9:00 P.M 13 hours in: Mike POV

I was reading another file when I felt it, the creeping sensation of a coughing fit. I set the file down and coughed, doubling over in pain. My throat exploded with pain and black dots swam in and out of my vision. That's when I realized it wasn't a tickle, it wasn't a cough, no this was something that could kill me. My asthma had never been a problem since I was 11 and I kept having them after my panic attacks of remembering the photos the drunks lawyer showed us. The car, my parents' van was black, charred beyond recognition. It was on its side and I couldn't help but visualize the wreck what had happened, how my parents had died. The last one I had ended up in the hospital for 3 days. I came back from my memory of that asthma attack. I need to get to my inhaler, I thought. Then I remembered that I had left my bag outside and had closed the door, which locked from the outside. Panic seeped into my body, causing my breathing to be compromised even more. Taking as deep breaths as I could manage I pulled out my phone and dialed Harvey. He is probably at home I thought but it was worth a try, he might be working on the Hinder Case that had sent me down here in the first place. I dialed his number, praying that he would pick up. It rung and rung, finally it connected.

"Mike. If this is not about a breakthrough in the case I will kick your ass." Harvey growled, angry at the sudden interruption.

"Harvey, it's not about the case but…" Harvey disconnected the line before I could finish my answer.

I was running out of air and starting to panic. Harvey was one of the only people I could call and he left me to die. Sure, he didn't know that I had asthma or what was going on but I hadn't hidden the panic in my voice. Racking my fuzzy, slow brain I tried to come up with another person I could call. Jenny-broke up, Rachel-angry at me, Trevor-hell no, Donna? Yes, Donna. Donna would surely help me unless something else came up. I tried Harvey one last time before calling Donna, after all she was probably at home and I didn't want to bother her if Harvey would get up off his high horse and listen to me. He sent me to voicemail; dejected and oxygen-deprived I called Donna. She picked up after a few rings.

"Mike?" Donna's voice came through the line, muddled with sleep.

"Donna… Did I wake you? I'm sorry if I did. I should probably stop bugging you. I'll find someone else." I said, guilt overtaking my panic at the moment.

"Mike, if you woke me up it has to be for a reason. What's wrong, and there better be something wrong or I will kick your ass." Donna stated, anger coating the otherwise concerned words.

"Well, I have asthma and you know I've been in the file room all day and its gotten kinda hard to breathe. My inhaler is outside and the door is locked. I'm sorry for waking you , I shouldn't have. Sorry, Donna." I explained quickly, sorry for waking her and bothering her.

"Shit Mike. I'll be there soon. Oh and Mike," Donna replied.

"Yeah?"

"Oxygen is more important than sleep, next time don't apologize. Oh and have you called Harvey?" Donna stated, pausing at weird moments while trying to talk and get ready at the same time.

"Yeah but when I told him it wasn't about the case he hung up on me. I didn't get to tell im about the whole running out of air thing. No biggie." I replied sheepishly, my voice weak. I needed my inhaler and I needed it soon

"Mike, I'm gonna kick Harvey's ass after this. He shouldn't have hung up on you. Hang on tight I'll be there in 5 okay. Bye."

I hung up and waited for Donna. I thought about Harvey and how he didn't give me a chance. Maybe I would be better off with Louis, I thought. No, that's stupid. Right? I didn't know, at least Louis thought that I was a hard-worker and praised me for my work. At least he treated me like a friend and a human instead of a machine. Becoming more and more Crestfallen as time went on, it became harder and harder to breathe. I had almost given up the effort of trying when Donna burst through the door, inhaler in hand. She looked shaken, her red hair pulled back in a messy bun. Her long legs in yoga pants, and torso in a grey sweatshirt; and her brown eyes shone with tears, worried ones. She kneeled beside me and gave me my inhaler. After a few puffs I could breathe again and exhaustion set in. Donna sat and ran her hand into my hair until the paramedics came and gave me drugs to help me breathe. Forgetting Harvey and all the problems I had I gave into the drug-induced sleep with a caring red-head by my side.