Summer of Hurt Mike

So here we are again! Another one of my 'Hurt' series! 25 Days of Hurt Mike was such a hit and people kept asking for more hurt Mike that I decided to a ton of one-shots! So here is Summer of Hurt Mike! As always, NO SLASH and prompt giving will be open until the 11th of August 2013! Let the writing commence!

Chapter Info: For Stetson Black- There were so many choices that I was given by S.B and I decided to choose this one: How about Mike's boat sinks and he makes it to some island and is stranded for some time.

Stranded

Mike was very skeptical about this, but Harvey was on a business trip and specifically told him that if the client wasn't happy, his goose was cooked. Sighing, he forced a smile at Webber Albertson who wanted to go out to sea and get more lobsters for the Albertson and Son's Seafood Company. They were gonna be forced to go out of business if they didn't get a larger influx of the seafood and the owner of the building was already putting it on the market. And Mike was all for this…except the weather was making him a bit nervous. It was nice now, but it was supposed to be stormy and cold in a few hours.

"Are you sure you don't wanna wait until later, Mr. Albertson? The weather is supposed to get bad soon."

"Nonsense. I have sailed these oceans thousands of times with stormy weather and it didn't do any damage. Come on, we should set off before dark settles in."

Mike groaned inwardly and tightened his jacket as a gust of cold wind nearly blew him over. He was seriously regretting this, but he wasn't letting Harvey down…and he definitely did not want to lose his job. As he put one foot into the boat, the wind blew again and he almost fell over the side into the water.

"Careful son, we can't have you catching a cold."

"Then maybe we shouldn't be out here," the associate mumbled as he caught his bearings and followed the client onto the medium sized boat.

"Time to set sail!" Webber shouted over the wind. And with that, he turned the wheel and they headed towards their destination on the never-ending sea of mysteries. Mike went to go sit down on the bench and closed his eyes, already feeling a little sea-sick. He had this weird feeling in his stomach-unless it was his breakfast ready to make a second appearance- that something was going to go terribly wrong; that the storm was gonna hit them bad. He just prayed his gut was wrong.

~+SUITS+~

It took at least a couple hours to reach Mr. Albertson's "special spot" where all the lobster traps were and Mike was nauseous and shivering from the rain that decided to hit them a while back. Maybe I should've brought a better coat. Mr. Albertson stopped the boat and set the anchor down before going to check the traps. It was now five p.m. and the sun was nearly at the horizon; the temperature had dropped greatly and Mike wished that they could just turn around and come back tomorrow. However, Webber's son had told him once their dad's mind was set on something, there was no changing it. Much like Harvey, actually.

"You gonna help there, son, or you gonna sit there like a bump on a log?"

Inhaling, Mike rubbing his arms before standing up, not quite having his sea legs yet, and wobbled over to a lobster trap to heave it up. They were both so busy with the traps and throwing the lobsters onto the deck that they never even noticed the dark storm clouds until the waves started to get choppy.

"Umm…Mr. Albertson?"

"Please, son, just call me Webber. I hate being formal."

"Well, okay, Mr. Al- er, Webber, don't you think we should head in? It's getting pretty bad." Mike had to hold onto the side to keep himself from falling on his ass.

Webber looked up into the sky and squinted. "Yeah, you're probably right, it's almost past curfew anyways."

Mike sighed in relief, letting a smile form on his damp face. Finally.

"Let's just get these babies into the net and we'll head home."

Nodding, Mike helped the older man get the lobsters into the netting before they started to sail back to shore. However, it was particularly much harder to do since the waves were bouncing and the wind was picking up. He was getting worried and wanted Webber to speed it up. He turned away from staring out to sea and went towards the control room where Webber resided in…well he tried to anyways. Once or twice in the past ten minutes, he was almost thrown overboard, because of the intensity of the waves.

"Mr. Albertson I think…oh shit." Mike looked out the door and saw a huge wave heading right towards them. "Shit, this isn't good."

"What? What is it?" Webber took his eyes off the controls and saw the wave as well. "Crap. Come on, son, we need to get to the front where the life boat is."

But they never had time to leave as the waves sped up and crashed into the small wooden vessel. Another wave hit, tipping the boat onto its side. Mike was knocked back, water entering his nose and mouth. He smashed his head on the rail and blacked out for what seemed like five seconds. When he opened his eyes, it was dark and cold…and wet. It also dawned on him that he couldn't breathe…he was underwater! Urging his limbs to work, he started to swim up until he felt that his leg was caught. His lungs burned, screaming for air while he tugged at the rope that was keeping him from living. And at the last moment when his vision started to tunnel, his ankle got loose and he weakly propelled himself towards the surface. And he never knew he'd love air so much; he gulped in copious amounts of oxygen to fill his deprived lungs as he tried with all his strength to tread water. Coughing roughly, he looked around to see what was left of the boat, huge waves or more waves. But no sign of Mr. Albertson.

"M-Mr. *cough, cough* Mr. Albertson! C-Can you *cough* can you hear me?"

But all he could hear was the roar of the sea and the waves slapping against his face. A large wooden board floated past him and he quickly grasped onto it, keeping himself afloat.

"Mr. Albertson!" Mike highly doubted the man would be able to hear him…unless he was dead. And he was gonna die too if he didn't find someplace to land…but he was in the middle of the stormy ocean at night with no phone, no boat, and no other way for getting help. He was so screwed. He stopped moving his legs and sniffed; he was all alone, just like he was at home. His parents were gone, his grandmother was gone; everyone he loved was gone. Ripped out of his life forever. He was about to start crying when he felt something bump his arm; his heart nearly stopped, thinking it was a shark. He might've wanted to die rather than be stranded like this, but being mauled by Jaws was not the best way to go. He slowly looked to his right and shock yet relief overcame him.

"Shit." It was Mr. Albertson. He was face down in the water and a huge gash was on the back of his bald head. "Shit, shit, shit." If he didn't die here- which was highly unlikely that he wouldn't- Harvey would kill him. He pushed the body away, offering a silent apology before feeling the effect of adrenaline start to wear off. His body was cold and it ached like a bitch. It hurt to breathe and soon enough, his eyes were starting to droop close. He'd be lucky if he could open them again, but he felt that this was the last time he'd see the moon or the last time he'd see water. He knew he was gonna die and he was actually looking forward to seeing his parents again. I'm coming mom. His laid his head on the board, still clutching it loosely, and closed his eyes, letting darkness take him in.

~+SUITS+~

Donna tapped her foot impatiently and looked at her watch. Mike was supposed to be back an hour ago and no way in hell would he make her worry by going straight home without calling. She had almost called the kid ten minutes ago, but decided against it; Mike was usually always late anyways. But now she was getting really nervous; no calls and the weather was really shitty. She also debated on whether she should call Harvey, but he was on his trip and he'd kill her if she called for nothing…because Mike would be back soon, right? Biting her lip, she paced Harvey's office, looking at her phone for any messages. None.

"Dammit Mike, where the hell are you?" Screw it, she couldn't wait any longer. Dialing the kid's number, her heart sank when it went straight to voicemail. Surely they were in range of a cell tower by now…unless something bad happened. What if the boat crashed? What if they were lost? What if Mike drowned? What if- stop thinking like that Donna Paulsen. The pup is fine. He'll call soon. So she waited and she waited and she waited so more and there was no call from Mike. Two hours later, her phone finally rang…but it wasn't Mike.

"Hello?" She said, annoyed. This person got her hopes up for no reason.

"Hi, is Ms. Paulsen?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"It's Nate, Mr. Albertson's son; is he with you?"

Her worry grew. "No…why he isn't with you?"

"No. He was supposed to be back in port two hours ago with your associate, but they haven't and the waters are extremely dangerous…I think…I think something might've happened to them."

"Oh god," the red-head whispered. She was right; Mike was hurt, or worse…dead. Please god, don't let him be dead. "W-Well, what are we gonna do?"

"Not much right now; the coast guard won't do anything until the waters settle some more. Like I said, it's pretty dangerous."

"Dammit. Don't go anywhere, I'll be at the docks soon." With that she hung up, holding back the tears that were stinging her eyes. Now was the time to call Harvey.

~+SUITS +~

Harvey stepped into the shower in his hotel room, letting the hot water soothe him. He took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. It had been part two out of three of his business meeting and it was going to the dogs. Just thinking about it pissed him off. He erased it from his mind, relaxing his body and looking forward to watching the game soon. He was in the shower for at least half an hour before deciding he didn't want to look like a raisin. Drying off and wrapping the towel around his waist, he left the bathroom and headed into the bedroom. Just as he reached for his shirt, he noticed his phone was flashing erratically. Frowning, he went over and touched the screen to light it up. Ten missed calls. The man groaned. If this was Mike calling because he screwed up with the client, he was gonna go on a rage and kill the kid. But it was Donna. Something must be wrong, because she knew not to call him when he was on this trip. Heading over to voicemail- since he had about four- he listened intently.

"First message sent today at 8:30pm. Harvey, I need you to call me please…it's important."

"Second message sent today at 8:37pm. Harvey, please…it's an emergency. Call me back soon, okay?"

"Third message sent today at 8:44pm. Dammit Harvey, answer the fucking phone!"

Harvey frowned. With each message, Donna was getting reckless…anxious…maybe even scared. She only got this angry when she was scared. He pressed for the last message, kind of scared of what would be on it.

"Fourth message sent today at 8:50pm. Harvey I really need you to call me back…it's Mike…"

As soon as he heard Mike was in the middle of all this, his heart nearly stopped, making his blood run cold.

"He went with Mr. Albertson on the boat and they were supposed to be back two hours ago. I-I don't know what to do. Please-"Harvey hung up and quickly dialed Donna's number. This was not good.

"Harvey! Thank god!"

"Donna, what the hell is going on?" He propped the phone between his ear and shoulder as he pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt. Screw the rest of the meeting, his associate was missing.

"Mike and Webber are gone; the coast guard tried locating the GPS the boat has, but it's gone off the grid. There's no sign of them Harvey."

"Son of a bitch. Hang on, I'll be there in an hour."

"But what about the meeting?"

"It was going to hell anyways; I'll reschedule." Harvey threw what he had in his to go bag before shutting everything off and leaving the room. Dammit kid, only you. After he cancelled the meeting and shoved it to a later date- or never- Harvey checked out, got into his limo and headed back into town. He had a little brother to find. He just prayed it'd be a rescue and not a recovery.

~+SUITS+~

He was freezing yet he could feel the hot sun on his face. His head hurt, his chest was tight and his ankle was extremely numb. Something wet repeatedly lapped against his hand, splashing up to his face. Mike's face scrunched up before blinking his sore eyes open, looking straight into the bright star.

"Ugh," he groaned, turning away and feeling the grains of wet sand on his cheek. He felt like he had a hangover. What the hell happened? Shakily, he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees while coughing up excess water. By the time he stopped, he was out of breath and trembling. He rolled onto his butt and squinted at his surroundings. It looked to be like he was on some sort of island…and he was surrounded by water, water and more water. Just great. He was getting sea sick just looking at it; closing his eyes to stop the dizziness, he tried to remember what happened. He was with Webber, the boat got caught in the storm, Webber died…and that was it. He had no recollection of how he got on this island. He was actually more surprised he wasn't ripped to pieces in his sleep while on the ocean. Coughing again, Mike pushed himself into a standing position and went up the shore under the trees to get away from the heat; he was burning and he wondered how long he'd been unconscious. However, a sunburn was the least of his worries; what he really needed to be thinking about was how he was gonna get off this island.

"Fuck." Resting his pounding head against the trunk of the tree, he closed his eyes, trying to think. He needed to use his brain and figure a way to get help. But how? He felt so tired and weak; he didn't want to move at all. Maybe he should just take a nap to refuel…hopefully he'd be likely to focus better. With that, Mike drifted off into a restless sleep.

The next time he woke up, he did not feel any better…he felt worse. His mouth was dry and when he licked his lips, they were extremely chapped. What I wouldn't give for chapstick right now…or Harvey making fun of me for using it. Mike chuckled weakly as he leaned against the tree and stood up. Time to find a way off this hellhole. He kind of felt like one of the boys from his favorite book "Lord of the Flies," except he was alone. He was gonna hate that book for the rest of his life now. Stumbling through the sand, he instantly became weary and sick. Before he knew it, he was on his knees, puking his guts out. And after what seemed like forever, he sat back on his heels and wiped the sweat off…there was no sweat.

"That's definitely not good." Then why did he feel so feverish? Whatever his issue was, he had to keep moving. He had to find a way to survive; he had no idea how long he'd been stranded on here, but if help did come, he planned on living. The island he was on was about the size of a house, but it seemed to stretch on the more he walked. The trees started to spread out and soon enough there were none. None to provide shade and keep him from burning. There were also no other signs of life; on land or on sea. Huffing, he knew he had to turn back or heatstroke would be the death of him.

~+SUITS+~

Harvey grumbled as the boat jumped another wave; sailing was not his thing. But if it would get him to Mike, then he was gonna have to live through it. Last night, in the boatshed, he, Nate, and a bunch of coast guards had marked where Webber's boat had its last GPS signal. Nate had also mentioned the "special spot" Webber had for catching lobsters…so that's where they were gonna start. Don't worry kiddo, where coming…just please don't be dead. It was almost noon and the sun was beating down already; wherever Mike was, he just hoped that he was shielded.

"We're gonna find him, right?" Donna asked, coming up beside him.

"Yeah, we will…its Mike. He knows that if he dies, I'm gonna bring him back and kick his ass."

Donna snorted. Typical Harvey; trying to lighten the tense mood with a joke. Or to show he 'didn't care.' "God, I hope he's okay."

Harvey remained silent, praying the same thing. Mike was like his little brother and if he lost the kid to this, he'd never forgive himself. But Mike had been missing for nearly a day, so who knew what could've happened in that time frame. And after an hour of pacing while the boat sailed on, they finally reached the spot. What they saw was devastating; the boat was in pieces. All they saw was a wreck and-

"Dad!" Nate cried. "Oh god."

Harvey moved to the other side of the boat and saw what was left of Webber, half floating half sunken in the water.

"Shit." If Webber had died, that meant Mike…no, he refused to think that. Mike wasn't dead.

"Harvey," Donna sniffed. "I'm sorry."

"He's not dead. He's not dead, we just gotta find him."

"Harvey." Donna was stunned by the response, but touched.

"Don't. Just…don't. I know he's still out there." He wasn't giving up on his associate no matter how much it showed that he cared. As they started up, slowly moving in case Mike was still in the water, Harvey gazed out to sea hoping that he was right and that his kid brother was not dead.

~+SUITS+~

Mike collapsed on the sand, unable to go any further. He'd vomited twice, though it was mostly watery bile, he could barely breathe and his head was hurting so much that he probably was walking in a circle. God, he was so confused!

"Harvey," he rasped, curling in on himself.

"Mike."

The younger man gasped and jerked his head up. Bad idea. His vision swam, but for some odd reason, a familiar figure was standing in front of him, a slight smirk on his face.

"H-Harvey?"

"Get up, Mike, it's pathetic."

Clearing his parched throat, he staggered to a hunched position and faced his boss.

"H-How did you g-get here."

"I'm awesome remember?" Harvey chuckled.

Mike rolled his eyes. "Yeah okay, keep telling yourself that."

"Now how is it that you managed…you know what? I shouldn't even be asking, because you're an idiot. Only you would get in this situation."

The younger man laughed throatily. "Right…so, should we get going? T-Think I'm about to pass out."

"You're not going anywhere. You're gonna die right where you stand."

Mike frowned, shocked at this. He couldn't believe what Harvey was saying. "What? What are you talking about?"

"Don't act so clueless; we both know you're not getting off of this island."

"B-But how did you get…?"

"I told you I'm awesome, but there's no room for you on the boat. You're gonna have to stay here. Sorry kid." Harvey turned, heading for the ocean.

Mike felt sick; Harvey couldn't leave him here. "No, no, no, no. Harvey please don't."

"Goodbye Mike."

His heart was racing, he was feeling light-headed, extremely hot and before he knew it, his legs cramped and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, darkness reeling him back in…probably forever. He'd was never gonna see Harvey, Donna, or Rachel ever again.

Meanwhile, Harvey had gotten tired of standing and he'd sat on the bench. It had been at least two hours, but never once did he take his eyes off the sea no matter how sick he got. Nate was wrapping what was left of his father's body in a sheet until they reached the docks again; he felt bad for the kid. He'd just lost his father and he knew exactly how that felt.

"Harvey?" Donna whispered, sitting next to him and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "We've been out here for hours; who knows where Mike could've ended up. I think it's time we-"

"How could you say that?" Harvey growled. "Mike is out there, alone and no doubt, hurt and you're just gonna give up? I thought I knew you better than that."

"Harvey I'm-"

But Harvey ignored her, because something caught his eye. It was an island and the closer they got he saw a heap on the ground, unmoving and familiar. "Oh my god. It's him. Go to that island! He's over there!" His heart raced in anticipation, wanting to jump right off the boat…and as soon as they got close enough, he did.

"Mike! Oh god, kid." Harvey jumped out of boat and waded through the shallow water, not caring if he ruined his suit. Mike was his top priority right now. He ran up the shore to the motionless lump underneath the tree. Falling to his knees, he rolled the man over and took in what he saw. The kid's face was so red and chapped and Harvey knew that Mike was gonna have one hell of a sun burn later. When he gently touched the man's skin, he hissed and pulled his hand back; he felt like he'd actually just touched the sun.

"Mike? Come on kid, talk to me." He brought his finger up to Mike's neck and felt for a pulse. A heartbeats second and then a slight sigh of relief. Even though his heart rate was racing like crazy, Mike was still alive…for now. They needed help fast; lucky they had a two paramedics on board. He ran his hand through Mike's hair worriedly as he watched the paramedics run up the beach. Suddenly, he heard a raspy groan and he snapped his head back to face his associate.

"Mike? Kid, can you hear me?" The younger man's forehead scrunched up in pain as his eyes sluggishly blinked open. "Mike?"

"H-Harvey?"

"Yeah, it's me buddy. We're-"

"Y-you're not r-real," Mike shivered. "Hallucination. You l-left me…can't be real."

Harvey frowned in fear. "Mike, it's really me. You're not hallucinating, kid."

"Yes I am. S'not…" Mike trailed off and went limp in Harvey's grip.

"Mike? Mike, dammit, wake up. Don't do this to me; don't check out on me now!"

Before he could do anything else, the paramedics pushed him aside.

"We've radioed a medevac, it should be here soon," one of them shouted as they started wrapping Mike in cooling blankets.

Harvey nodded. "He's not sweating…is that bad?"

"Yes and if we don't get his temperature down his brain could overheat causing seizures and most likely a coma."

Shit Mike. Just as he was about to ask more questions, he could hear the helicopter in the distance. Standing up, he squinted into the sky and saw the medevac near their location. In minutes, it landed on the sand, spraying it everywhere…even ruining Harvey's hair. But for once he barely even noticed because Mike…Mike was having a goddamn seizure.

"Inject the Dilantin! We need to move fast!" The two maneuvered Mike onto the stretcher, strapped him in and hustled to the awaiting helicopter. Harvey ran after them, intent on boarding, but he was stopped.

"I'm sorry sir, we need to work on him on the way and there's not enough room." With that, the doors slammed in his face and the helicopter rose, nearly blowing the lawyer back on his ass.

"Fuck."

"Harvey!" He turned around and saw Donna rushing towards him, high heels clutched in her hand. "W-What happened? Is he…is he okay?"

"Far from it Donna."

The red head grabbed his arm and he unconsciously pulled her close, holding her tightly.

"He better be okay, Harvey or I swear to god."

"He will be…he doesn't have my permission to die."

~+SUITS+~

Dr. Matthew Warner and the nurses walked briskly down the halls, the gurney with the young man in the middle. The kid was as red as a tomato and hot as the sun and if they didn't get him in the ice bath right now, it'd be too late.

"Strip him down and inject fever reducers; the ice bath won't be able to cure it all."

"Yes doctor." With that, Mike's clothes were cut off while other nurses were placing an oxygen mask on Mike's face and inserting an I.V in his hand. Five minutes later they were picking up Mike's limp body and slowly lowering it into the ice water. Dr. Warner was expecting an immediate response and it really concerned him that nothing happened. Could it be that the kid had gone into a coma? He really prayed he was wrong…and thankfully he was- for now. Mike started to stir in their arms; his eyes moved underneath his lids and soon enough, red-rimmed blue eyes wandered the room.

"Mr. Ross? Mr. Ross, can you hear me?"

"Hmmm. Waz goin' on?" Mike slurred, head rolling on his shoulder. "Where am I?"

"Mike, you're at the hospital; you're gonna be alright, son."

"C-Can't be…too hot…still str-stranded."

"No Mike, you're safe…we found you."

Mike groaned, closing his eyes and shivering.

"Mike?" Dr. Warner lifted the associate's eyelids one at a time, shining a penlight in his eyes. The reaction was almost instant, Mike jerking away and grumbling.

"G-Gonna be s-sick." But before the doctors could do anything, Mike's body heaved, bile spilling into the water.

"Shit," Dr. Warner cursed while biting his lip. "Get him out, we'll just use cooling blankets. We need to get him started on the meds, stat, or we're gonna lose him." They moved Mike back onto the stretcher, patted him dry and rushed him back into the hallway. They nearly ran into a tall man wearing a suit and a redhead.

Harvey paled when he saw Mike; the kid looked ten times worse than the last time he saw him. Vomit dribbled down his chin and he was moaning in discomfort, head rolling on the stretcher.

"Mike!"

The associate's eyes opened and searched for the familiar voice. However, he gave up immediately, tremendously exhausted, and closed his eyes.

"Mike, hang on sweetie," Donna pleaded. They couldn't lose their pup.

Harvey tried to move closer, but he was shoved back by a nurse. "Sir, you need to stand back."

"The hell I will," he growled.

Dr. Warner looked up from their patient and to the older man. They reached the double doors to the ICU wing and told the nurses to keep going while he stopped Harvey. He put his hand on the man's chest, causing him to halt.

"What are you doing? Get your hand off me."

"Mr…?"

"Specter; Harvey Specter, now why can't I go with my associate?"

"He is very critical Mr. Specter and we can't have any non-personnel back here until we can get him stable. His life is in danger and we need as much room as we can to keep him alive."

"But-"

"I'll have a nurse come out with an update soon; I'm sorry Mr. Specter." With that, the doctor disappeared like Mike had behind the double doors, leaving Harvey and Donna standing. They were speechless- Harvey was petrified (though he wouldn't actually show it). There was a very high chance that they might lose their pup. Mike had been on the island for at least a day and a half; and even if that didn't seem long, it had been nearly ninety-five degrees outside.

"Dammit kid."

~+SUITS+~

Harvey paced the room nervously…no way in hell would he think he'd be nervous for someone. But Mike…there was something about that kid that changed him; whether it was because of responsibility or because he never had to protect someone like a brother since Marcus, he didn't know. He chuckled as he rubbed his chin; that goddamn kid, making him go soft. Unbelievable.

"Mr. Specter?"

He stopped pacing and looked up the see Mike's doctor coming towards them. He glanced at Donna and frowned before looking back at the doctor. Didn't he say he was sending out a nurse? Shit, there was gonna be bad news.

"You said you were sending a nurse…something's wrong, isn't there."

"Harvey-"

"No, just get it over with." Harvey's hand trembled, his heart racing. Mike was dead; Mike had to be dead if it made the doctor come out.

Dr. Warner sighed. "He's stable…he's gonna be alright."

"What?" Donna gasped with a smile.

Harvey's jaw went slack, unable to speak for a second, but inside he was doing flips. "He's okay?"

"Well, he's not out of the woods right now; his temperature is still at a concerning level, he has a very bad sunburn- which could possibly lead to skin cancer if not treated correctly- and there was water in his lungs."

Harvey was shocked. Mike had drowned. God, this kid is gonna be the death of me.

"He's also extremely dehydrated and vomiting just made it worse. We have him on an I.V. as we speak that's giving him intravenous fluids."

"God…when can we see him?"

"Right now, actually, if you'd like. It'll be quite a sight, but I promise you both that he'll be okay. Now, if you'll follow me through these doors and down the hall."

Harvey and Donna nodded as they trailed behind the doctor. The redhead grasped Harvey's arm as they walked, scared at what they might see no matter what the doctor said. And when they reached the door, what they were faced with was heartbreaking.

"Oh, Mike," Donna whispered sadly.

The kid was abnormally red, however his skin was shiny with aloe for the burn. His breathing was shallow and wet and it was obvious to see that the kid was in a lot of pain. Muffled whimpers could heard from under the oxygen mask and it pulled at Harvey's heart. It was a bit chilly in the room and Harvey knew it was the result of the cooling blankets…because if Mike didn't have those, his body would fry up like bacon.

"Shit kid."

The two cautiously walked into the room and up to the bed. Donna sat down, but kept her hands to herself, not wanting to cause the associate anymore pain…no matter how desperately she wanted to have contact with him. Same went for Harvey; he went on the other side of Mike's bed and was about to touch the kid's arm before thinking twice and retracting it. This was bad…this was really bad. He scrubbed his face and collapsed on the chair behind him, drained of energy.

"God, I'm so sorry kid." I never should've let you go on your own.

"It's not your fault, Harvey," Donna whispered, trying not to cry when she heard Mike cry out again. Gently, she put her hand underneath Mike's, carefully intertwining her fingers with his.

"It's okay, sweetie; we're right here. You're safe now." Suddenly, Mike's head seemed to roll towards the woman's voice, causing her to gasp. She looked up at Harvey for a brief moment before returning her gaze back to Mike. "You're gonna be okay, kid."

Nearly a week later, Mike started to become aware of his surroundings, finally realizing he was no longer on the island. Donna was sleeping on the recliner after she had gone to get extra clothes for her and Harvey, while the older man was reading the paper with little interest. He just wanted his little brother to wake up and make lame jokes. He was about to get up for more coffee when Mike coughed and stirred. Putting the newspaper down, Harvey leaned forward, waiting patiently.

Mike blinked his eyes open sluggishly and started to move his arm. However, he was stopped by the tightness of his burnt skin and he grunted in pain.

"Easy kid, you're gonna be sore for a long time."

"H-Harvey?" His voice was dry and it hurt to talk.

Reaching for the pitcher of water, Harvey poured some in the cup and helped Mike take a couple sips. After he was done, Mike carefully collapsed back onto the pillows.

"Thanks." Smacking his lips, his eyes rolled to Harvey. "Fuck, everything hurts."

"That's what you get for wrecking the ship," Harvey joked.

Mike snorted, closing his eyes. "One: it was a crappy boat and two: it wasn't my fault. Mr. Albertson didn't care if there was a storm coming and he was too stubborn to wait for the next day."

"That's Webber for you."

Mike raised his eyebrows momentarily before relaxing against the pillows. It was silent for a few minutes before Harvey spoke up, guilt eating at him.

"Listen kid…I wanna apologize."

Mike's eyes snapped open with a frown. "What are you talking about? Harvey, there's nothing-"

"Shut up and just listen, alright?"

Mike blinked, taken aback a little, but nodded.

"I shouldn't have let you deal with Webber on your own or I should've at least told you how he acted. Once he's set on something, he won't stop until he gets it done."

"Like you?"

Harvey rolled his eyes. "Look, my point is that if I had just rescheduled Webber's meeting until I got back from the trip, this never would've happened."

Mike looked at his boss sadly. "Harvey…it's not your fault…I don't blame you. You couldn't have known this was gonna happen."

Harvey remained silent, keeping a straight face. Mike sighed. "But if it really bothers you, then apology accepted."

Harvey smirked and they stopped talking for a while. Donna was, surprisingly, still sleeping seeing how most of the time she's like a hawk. She must've been extremely exhausted.

"So, how're you feeling, Mike?"

"Everything fucking hurts, that's how I'm feeling," Mike grumbled.

"Yeah, I bet."

"But I guess there's a bright side to this."

"Mmhmm, and what's that?"

"After I burn, I tan…so I'll be one tan and handsome man. Maybe I'll get more girls than you." He wiggled his eyebrows and Harvey scoffed a laugh. Things were starting to get back to normal already.

"In your dreams, kid. In your dreams."

FIN

Hope you liked it! Sorry if Harvey seemed a little OOC. Now let the prompts begggggiiin!

P.S. Don't worry, I'm still working on the next chapter for buried alive; almost done it actually. Same goes for the next chapter of Summer of hurt Greg!