Stabbed, Bloody Hands, Insomnia, "No, Stop!", Poisoned, Betrayed, Kidnapped, Fever, Stranded, Bruises, Hyperthermia, Electrocution, "Stay.", Torture, Manhandling, Bedridden, Drugger, Hostage Exhaustion, Concussion, Harsh Climate Friendly fire, Self-sacrifice, Drowning, Restraints, Broken rub, "I can't walk", Severe Illness, Seizure, Caregiver, Showdown
Guess who's back for another set of whump challenges. Watch out Harvey
Mike shakes a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket. It's late and he technically quit smoking a long time ago but one every now then won't kill him.
He lifts the cigarette to his lips, lighting it with the zippo he keeps in his pocket at all times, and carries on his way home.
The allies are dark and the darkness reaches out to the light and threatens to swallow him whole. It's silent, the night. It makes Mike want to vomit in fear but instead, he takes a heavy draw and keeps walking as calmly as he can...
"Y-You smoke?" The darkness is still reaching out with nasty clawed hands and dragging its cold nails down his back. Then it's all light and only light.
The reflection of white blond hair bends the light and all Mike can see is white and- "Shit, that's a lot of blood."
The man, he recognizes all too well, is slumped in the light. It's a metaphor and a cliche but more importantly, it's Harvey's red blood oozing down his expensive pant leg and now down Mike's pale trembling hands.
"Y-You smoke?" Their hands go over one another's and the darkness meets the light.
The pale meets the white knight and it feels both chilling and terrifying and Mike wants to throw up again. He takes a- The hard smoke that was supposed to make his lungs burn is missing… the light catches it and grey smoke blows in whisp between them.
Harvey looks at the cigarette and shakes his head. "Gonna-Gonna get yourself killed… kid." The sentence seems to drain Harvey all energy he had, given that he started off slumped cold against a light post it still wasn't much. Now he seems unable to support his head with his neck.
"Easy." Mike uses his hand to push Harvey's head back, he can feel the thick muscles of his neck rotating in the joints. "How did you get here?"
Harvey's eyes move in frantic jerks, scanning the area as best as he can. When they settle across the street, on an area Mike has to turn to see Harvey whispers," I wanted to find D-Donna." He moves, for the first time, away from Mike's heavy hands pushing down hard on his abdomen. "I called 911, she'd be so mad if I didn't… I was going to her apartment- I thought- I couldn't- Mike?"
Mike tears his eyes away from Harvey's wound to look into the confused eyes of his mentor.
"Mike… Where- I don't-" Harvey shudders and quakes, his head tilts back and the joints toss back and the muscles pull even tighter and it looks like he's having a seizure but Mike knows it's not so he just watches in panicked awe. "I-Mike."
He jerks his head back and lets out a moan.
"Stay with me, buddy." Mike locks his fingers over the wound. He sucks in a breath. "You're not allowed to die."
Harvey shudders as he releases his breath," not… buddy."
A rattly, lousy breathe leaves Harvey's chest and the soft whisper that Mike can only see roll off of Harvey's lips is drowned out by the sound of sirens. It's supposed to be a good thing but Mike can't tear his eyes away from Harvey's frantically moving mouth.
"Stop!" Mike pushes the paramedics away from him. Harvey pushes too. They fight but both lose, both end up getting pulled away.
Separated.
"Harv." Donna kisses the pale skin of Harvey's forehead, brushing back the hair that falls and curls thick with gel across his brow. The moment she picked her phone up, she cursed MIke. She cursed him until she heard the sob break from his mouth and then seh cried too. Out of fear. "You really messed up this time."
She holds his head but looks away from his face, looking to the magazenes that she has stacked at the end of his bed. She smiles at the cover of one, a woman who Harvey, in the past, had made a comment about.
"You look beautiful."
Donna startles, turning quickly and sending a hail of red hair all over them both. She turns to find him smiling at her and she shakes her head. "Oh, shut up. You're only saying that because it's true."
He smiles and grimaces at the same time.
"Are you okay?"
He shakes his head and after a breathy groan he mumbles," just remembered… got blood all over Mike's only good suit."
Donna grimaces too," oh… You're gonna have to buy him a new one. A tie too. His are awful plus bleeding all over his suit kinda freaked him out."
Harvey opens his mouth-
"Did not!" Mike stands in the doorway. His hand on the doorway, "you guys always treat me like a kid. I'm almost thirty. God."
Harvey rolls his eyes and a small cough falls from his mouth leading to a stabbing pain in his side. He screws his eyes shut and when he manages to open them again when the pain is manageable enough to open his eyes, he finds Mike hovering over him.
"Christ, kid."
"I'm not a-"
Harvey smiles and Mike rolls his eyes.
Donna smiles softly in the corner. Things aren't good but they're as close to being as right as possible. And as long as the arguing continues things are safe.
"Go to the cafeteria and get coffee." Harvey motions to the yellow bag sitting on the stand by his bed. "Use my wallet. Don't want you to starve over three coffees."
Mike makes a face but rather than argue about money he smiles slyly," Actually, two coffee. You can't eat for another four hours."
Yeah, just as things should be.