The clock ticks by and Mike can hear it as if it's deafening. He hears his heart race, feels his palms sweat. The retching begins again and he's bent over in an agony he's never known before. When it's over and his panting slows he stumbles to the counter of the bathroom and grabs his phone desperately. He madly types in his symptoms, not trusting his astounding memory to relay facts to him in his present condition.

But the phone can't provide him any viable answers. He can't focus. He can't process information… that's never happened before. "What the hell is happening to me?" he asks himself aloud, gasping. He stares into the eyes of his own reflection and prays for some semblance of peace before Rachael comes home next week from a family trip. He can't let her see him like this, she'll freak out and she's already on the verge of a breakdown as it is.

He sighs and dials a number he's used every time he's in trouble. He brings the phone gently to his ear, his thoughts racing, trying to decide what to say. "Harvey," Mike croaks.

"Donna," Harvey calls, not bothering to use the intercom. "Where is Mike?"

"Since when is it my job to keep up with your sidekick?" Donna asks and tosses a smile over her shoulder. She truly enjoys Harvey's moments of squirming vulnerability, which is only ever exposed by Harvey's warm regard for Mike.

"Since when is it your job to question me?" Harvey shoots back with a sarcastic grin. "He's late. He's late and he has a trial. That's not a good sign." He says the last bit in a whisper, more to himself. He glances out the window as if he's hoping to see Mike stroll through the street outside their firm with his slightly boyish stride and easy going smiles.

"Five, four, three," Donna counts down under her breath. She smiles as sure enough, Harvey jumps out of his seat.

"I'm gonna see what the hell is keeping him," Harvey announces and marches out of the office, determined not to make eye contact with Donna. She shakes her head and watches him go.

"My boys," she laughs. Her pleasant thoughts are soon interrupted by an angry Louis.

Meanwhile, Harvey makes it down to the first floor and no sooner than he places his hand on the door does his phone vibrate in his coat pocket. He sighs, frustrated by the interruption, and then sighs again, this time out of relief as a familiar name shines on his screen. "Mike," Harvey greets with annoyance, about to tear him a new one.

"Harvey." Harvey's stomach drops and his feet feel rooted to that spot. From that one word, he hears Mike's confusion and fear. And he feels it now, too. He's brought back to the day his brother told him he was sick. He recalls Donna's tone when she told him about his father. He remembers Mike's shaky confession to Harvey, telling him his grandmother had passed away. He grips the phone tighter and his jaw clenches preparing him for whatever is about to turn their world upside down.

"Harvey, something's happening to me…," Mike says through what sounds like shaky sobs. "I can't think… I can't…" He can hear Mike struggling for words. "Please, help me…" Mike pleads desperately as he inhales a quivering breath.

"Stay there," Harvey says firmly as he shoves the door open. "I'll be there as soon as I can. It'll be okay, Mike." Harvey hangs up and flags down a cab successfully. "I'll pay you a thousand dollars if you drive as fast as this goddamn car can go," he barks at the driver.

Mike struggles to keep his eyes open and his head up which he has pressed again the cool bathroom countertop. He hears banging on the door which manages to makes his eyes flicker open, but only briefly. It all seems like a dream to him. "Harvey…" he tries to call out, remembering a phone call that felt like years ago. Then he hears a crash and Harvey appears. "You owe me a new door," he says groggily with a small smile.

"Remind me to write you an IOU," Harvey tells him as he kneels in front of him. He tilts Mike's head forward, trying to get his eyes open. "We need to go to the hospital," he says as he pulls Mike up and half carries, half drags him out of the apartment. With one hand securing Mikes arm around his shoulder and the other pulling him by the waist, he manages to get him down to the alarmed cabbie. His grasp around Mike tightens as his worries increase rapidly. Mike groans as he stumbles and his knees seem to buckle out from under him. "It's okay, Mike. I'll fix it. I'll always fix it." In Harvey's mind, he has two little brothers and he would always fix their problems, no matter what. That would always be his job. But as he watched Mike slump over in the speeding cab, he wondered if he had failed.

Mike coughed himself awake as a firm hand gripped his shoulder. He squinted up at Harvey who looked as if he had aged a few years. "What happened?" Harvey sat down in a chair next to his bed and ran a hand through his usually perfect hair. "Am I in a hospital?" Harvey just nodded, looking tired and defeated. "Well what is it? What's wrong with me?" Mike was starting to panic; he's never seen Harvey like this.

"The doctors aren't sure yet, they're still running tests."

Mike swallowed and nodded slowly, a sense of doubt pitting in his stomach. "Where's Rachael?"

"She hasn't had her phone on her; Donna's trying to track her down."

"Harvey, how long have I been unconscious?" Mike asked him slowly as he examined the older man's stubble and dark circles.

"Twenty four hours," he tells him, this time he meets Mike's eyes.

"Shit," Mike curses. He tries to rub his eyes, but the tubes in his arms prevent him from moving much. "Harvey, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Harvey barks venomously. "Be better." Mike's eyes widen and he just nods, unsure what to say or do. There's a long pause as Mike looks around his room, examining his IV and trying to piece together clues as to what his condition could be. He has a feeling he already knows though…

"God damn," Harvey swears as he leans forward in his chair and ducks his head down. When he looks back up at Mike, there are tears brimming in his eyes. "Son of a bitch."

"Harvey…" Mike doesn't know what he should say. He can't imagine what's going through Harvey's mind.

"You little shit."

"Excuse me?" Mike stutters, completely baffled.

"What did you do to yourself?!" Harvey shouts, jumping out of the chair to yell at Mike. "Did you do drugs? Drink something you shouldn't have? Eat some fishy looking sushi?"

"No, Harvey, I don't know what happened," he shouted back. Harvey seemed to realize the error his outburst and sat back down quietly. "Hey, I'll be okay," Mike reassures him.

"You better hope so," he snarls back at him. "Or you're getting fired." Despite the situation, Mike snorts and Harvey cracks the tiniest smile, but his eyes can't find the burrowing worry underneath.

A few hours later and Mike and Harvey laugh heartily as they flip through the hospitals channels. Mike finally got the nurse to remove the various needles and tubes using his never failing puppy dog expression, which Harvey had to admit, worked extremely well, especially considering Mike's present sate. While they watched, Harvey stretched his legs out onto Mike's bed.

"Really? You don't think that's in poor taste?" Mike asks, raising a brow.

"Don't talk to me about poor taste, that hospital gown is ten times better than some of the suits you wear to work," Harvey jabs. He points at the screen when he flips to Greys Anatomy. "If I wasn't a lawyer, there's no doubt I'd be just like the surgeons on this show."

"You watch this?" Mike asks incredulously.

"No." Harvey quickly flips to another channel as Mike roars with laughter. "Here, you can watch something more age appropriate." He switches it to an episode of Sesame Street and stands up, stretching. "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Perfect timing," a doctor says as he enters the room. "I can give Mr. Ross his test results." The smile on the two lawyers' faces vanish.

Mikes shakes his head and without hesitation, he says, "Harvey can hear them." His voice is cool and calm as his gaze shifts to his boss.

"You already know, don't you?" Harvey asks him.

"I could guess…"

"Very well," the doctor coughed. "Mr. Ross, these things are never easy to say but… you have a tumor. A brain tumor."

The silence was deafening for a moment before Harvey exhaled shakily. Mike just looks away to a stain on the floor, feeling as though he had the wind knocked out of him. He already knew, but hearing it be confirmed was not any less painful. As the doctor continued on about the specifics, Mike glanced toward Harvey, studying his face. Harvey looked as hollow as Mike felt and when the doctor finally left they remained in silence.

"I can't fix it…" Harvey whispered as he turned to face Mike. The man who always wins looked utterly defeated.

"Some things can't be fixed," Mike tells him in a monotone voice. Then a part of Mike just snaps and he just shoves the blankets off of him and stands up. He paces through the room and he racks his brain for some miraculous solution he may have read about it. His eyes tear up and he bites his lip, knowing there will be no easy solution to end his desperation.

Harvey grabs Mike and pulls him into a hug, letting him sob uncontrollably into his shoulder. "Not alone, it can't." He tells him in a gruff voice, fighting his own tears. "Batman and Robin, Butch and Sundance, whatever you want to call it… You and me, we're family. We're in this together," He tells Mike when they break apart and Mike just nods simply in agreement. Ever since they met, they have never had to face things alone, nor will they ever have to.