AN: I know I am still working on The Case, but this opportunity came up and I could not resist it. I will still be writing for The Case, but I am going to try to juggle both of them. This is a sequel for Adapt which the ever awesome LaylaBinx gave me the rights to.
"Don't you dare leave me here Mike! Don't you dare to bail out so soon.." The words fell from Harvey's mouth one by one as he tossed and turned in his bed. The memory of seeing Mike on the ground, blood pouring from his chest still haunting him. "MIKE!" With a startled yell he shot upright, breathing heavily. He ran a hand through his hair and glanced at the clock on his bedside table. 6:30AM it read. He sighed, sleep was out of the question now. He had to pick up Mike from the hospital today, and he would have been plagued by nightmares if he had tried anyway.
As he let the hot water relax his muscles he kept telling himself that Mike had not died, in his dreams he was always too late, or the bullet hit the heart instead of the lung, or the ambulance didn't come. Every single scenario in which things went wrong had been plaguing the older man. He scoffed, things had already gone wrong, every scenario in which things went worse was better suited.
It just had been so terrifying to see him lying there, so pale, so…broken. He had called him useless. It didn't matter that Mike was going to be okay. The words could not be taken back, and he already was forgiven by Mike for them, but there was this saying "you need to forgive yourself first.." Harvey doubted he would ever forgive himself. With a sigh he turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. Time to face the music.
"I can dress myself perfectly fine, thank you!" The disgruntled sounds were the first things that Harvey heard when he entered Mikes room. The voice still sounded sore, and small sounds of wheezing could be heard.
"What's going on?" He asked when he walked past the screen. The sight before him would forever stay in his brain. The nurse looked so frustrated, and seeing the hairs that framed her face she had been trying to get Mike dressed for a while now, without success. Mike however was sitting on the side of the bed, bandages covering his chest in his underwear. His face was that of a petulant child. Knowing how stubborn Mike could be until proven wrong decided to help the nurse. "It's fine miss, give me the clothes I'll help him get dressed." The relief on her face was almost comical. Mike his face however was priceless, apparently the thought of Harvey dressing him was even worse than the nurse.
"Relax kid, she would not leave if I told her you would do it yourself. Now get dressed." He threw the clothes next to Mike on the bed and proceeded to sit down in a chair, his face that of pure amusement. With a huff Mike grabbed his shirt and proceeded the movement to raise his arms when he hissed. Refusing to give up he tried again, only to have his arms fall back to his side again as he pulled the muscles on his chest. Instead he decided to try the jeans, throwing a look at Harvey that told him to shut up and not say a thing. Harvey just raised his hands in mock surrender.
After watching mike fail miserably at hiding his pain Harvey stood up. "Are you done now?" he held out his hand. With a face of pure torture he put the shirt in Harvey his hands. "Now that wasn't so hard was it." The shit eating grin only seemed to annoy Mike more.
Harvey could understand his annoyance, it was terrible feeling so completely useless. Visions flashing before his eyes of Mikes blood stained lips, the fading pulse. He shook his head inconspicuously as he tugged up Mike his jeans, trying to ignore the need to laugh as he was kneeling on the floor his face right in front of his associates crotch, if anyone of the firm would walk in right now…Really the image this created, considering Mike already had his T-shirt on therefor hiding the bandages or the fact that he was wounded.
A knock on the door sounded just as Harvey stood up. The Doctor that had first spoken to Harvey when Mike was brought in was there accompanied by a nurse with a wheelchair. "Okay, so Miss. Delaney here tells me your vital signs are okay, and you are experiencing no side-effects from the medicine. Which means you can go home, however I do need to know whether you have someone that can check up on you? You should stay in bed for a few more days, and not do anything that strains the muscles." Smiling in a way that only doctors can. The "Do not dare to negotiate this" smile. "That's fine, Harvey here will take me back to my apartment and I will make sure to take it easy." Mike said using his best innocent look, but Harvey knew better.
"The hell you are kid, you are going to stay at my place till you are fully recovered." Somehow he had managed to copy the doctors smile perfectly.
"Harveeeey, I will be fine at my place."
"Then tell me this, who will check up on you there? And I doubt that your apartment actually passes the health codes."
"It's just fine!" the coughing fit that followed that outburst was enough to tell Harvey he was right.
"I think you should take his offer Mr. Ross. Your friend here seems decent, and you really need help the upcoming week." The doctor chimed in, making Harvey look even more happy.
"fine…" Mike conceded.
As Harvey talked with the doctor about the medication needed and what Mike was allowed to do and what not, Mike took a good look at him. He had dark circles underneath his eyes, worse than the I worked on a case till late ones, but the I am getting absolutely no sleep ones. His hair looked a bit ruffled, like he had been running his hands through it and he was missing a cufflink. And on a normal person this could be explained as just having a bad day. But mike knew Harvey. He was nothing but a perfectionist when it came to his looks, so what was bothering him so much?
AN: It's short I know, but I wanted to see how you guys would like me to proceed, though it is definitely going to be a Mike/Harvey romance piece, I want your opinions of what you guys think should happen at Harvey his place. Hope you guys like it, especially LaylaBinx.