Suits – A fiction of me
Just to clarify, I tend to shift between the past and now in this story.
Enjoy!
In one moment, Mike stepped onto the street without thinking twice, and in the other, he felt the sharpest, whiplash pain he could ever imagine.
Mike could feel his body hit the car, and then he felt the metal and iron scratch his spine, stomach, arms; he knew that he had pretty much rolled over the car and then, he felt weightless as came crashing down the ground. His vision blurred, there were small stars dancing in his vision. And suddenly, he could discern images of his entire life flashing past his eyes.
Just as he thought that the pain couldn't be anymore unbearable, it stopped, which felt like heaven. Even if Mike couldn't move, he didn't want to. Lying on the asphalt with his arms spread out as he peered up to the sky, he noticed the tall buildings in the periphery of his vision. The sky was dark and the sun was about to fall down from the sky. What if this was his last memory? The sound of the car and the people's shouting faded around him, as he kept looking at the sky, he saw a dark bird come across his vision. Mike wasn't sure if the creature was an actual bird or death that was heading towards him to collect early. Mike lied still, unmoving, until an oxygen mask was placed unto his mouth, and he was placed on something far more comfortable. At least that's what his weak nerves down his spine were telling him.
And then, as the world seemed to weaken, he used his last strength to close his eyes and to embrace the darker.
(Earlier)
In the office after hours. It wasn't uncommon for lawyers to become workaholic's; at least it was Mike's experience. Mike looked up from his pile of paperwork as he heard familiar footsteps close in and then stop in front of Mike's office. Harvey tapped the glass obnoxiously, stating his presence clearly.
"My office, now", he didn't wait for Mike to stand up from the chair, in fact, he marched away before Mike could at least nod. Mike gathered the papers in an organized pile, and then he followed Harvey in a beat.
Mike caught up with Harvey halfway to his office, and Mike took a quick glance of the lawyer's exhaustion and frustration.
"What is it?" Mike asked quietly.
"Not here." He said firmly. Something was wrong.
When they reached Harvey's office, Harvey closed the door behind him and then he went to his desk to sit down.
"Mike, what the hell have you done?" An uneasy feeling started growing in Mike's guts.
"Harvey, what's wrong?" Harvey sighed exasperated.
"You never gave me the Omission file." His words made Mike turn cold. And Mike searched desperately for the time where he'd neglected that file. But he couldn't. He remembered it clearly, placing down the file on Harvey's desk while Harvey was out on a meeting.
"It's impossible, I don't forget things."
"Looks like you did this time. It's just great Mike. Now when you're up halfway up the ladder, you always seem to find a way to crumble down." Mike pretended that he didn't get hurt by those words. But Mike kept thinking in an endless loop, where he in the end, he could nothing find. Was he going insane?
"I swear to god that I placed the folder right on your desk." Harvey smirked.
"I don't think you know how important that file was for our case."
"I could just copy the content if you would-"
"Are you kidding me Mike? Not only are you a kid with a false degree from Harvard, but now you also want to be a forger? Forget it. You just made me lose one of the top priority clients of PEARSON SPECTER LITT."
"Harvey, I swear that I-"
"Get out of my office and go back to work. I want these boxes done by the morning." … left the folder on your desk. Mike honestly didn't know what to tell him, so he smiled uncomfortably and he wrapped his fingers under the two boxes stacked with files.
Mike would never get any sleep.
48 hours and no sleep, life wasn't fair.
"110 over 50! Pulse 116!" someone shouted and all hell broke loose. Some nurses pushed Mike down the hall on a stretcher and Mike started reliving the previous pain. Mike wanted to grunt in agony, but he couldn't utter a single sound. He couldn't even open his eyes. All he could do was to drift forth and back between consciousness. He wasn't sure, but he suspected that he was in some kind of a hospital.
Suddenly the moving stopped, and he could feel the presence of a crowd forming around him. He felt something sharp penetrate his flesh on his upper arms, and then he felt no more.
"Did I tell you to go home?"
"No, but it's been 50 hours. If I don't go to sleep I'm going to collapse."
"Don't pretend like I didn't notice you taking naps in the middle of work-"
"-It's all because of that goddamn file isn't it? A file that I did FYI did leave on your desk", a crease formed in Harvey's forehead.
"Fine. Get the hell out of here and get some goddamn sleep, but I expect you to haul your ass over here first thing morning, because don't think that I will forget this so easily." Mike nodded as he wrapped his fingers around his tie knot and loosened the tie a bit. Mike left his office and then he exited the building, walking around like a zombie. Mike couldn't believe that he'd have to bicycle home. It was true that he did live with Rachel, and had started to take the sub lately instead; the problem was that he had just preferred to take the bike 50 hours ago instead. Now he was caught in the dilemma, of which he could choose to either option,
1. Take the goddamn bike.
2. Fall asleep on the goddamn sub.
3. Take a cab.
Mike didn't take long time at all to think his options through. He'd just take a cab. So he walked toward the street and signaled for a taxi, seconds later he had gotten into one, and just as he gave the driver the address, he leaned against the window and closed his eyes for just a second too long.
"We're here, sir." The driver said, waking Mike up with a shiver. Mike paid and then he got out of the cab in a way that looked like he had just run a marathon. Mike was relieved to see the apartment in front of him and he crossed the street bushed, barely noticing the dusk, he kept his eyes on the pavement, and just as he was about to punch in the code to open the door, someone grabbed his shoulder. Mike turned around, lost in thought of who it could be, and just in the second he saw his face, Mike grunted heavily.
Oh fuck no. Why the fuck now. Why today?!
Of all the hundreds of people that could have showed up on his doorstep, Mike didn't think for a second that the guy would have the courage to show his face again.
"What the hell do you want from me?" Trevor tried to hush him but Mike shook his head violently.
"No, just leave me the hell alone. I'm done taking your shit Trevor." Mike punched in the last number and then he opened the door, but Trevor bashed the door with his hand and bored his eyes into Mike's.
"I need your help. Please. It won't take more than an hour, I swear, and I promise that you won't ever see me again."
"What? You pinky-swear? God I'm too tired of your shit Trevor." Trevor looked painfully at him.
"I need your lawyer-expertise. I've messed up, real bad. I need your help. Come on Mike, we've been best friends since what? Middle school?"
"Were", Mike rolled his eyes. Mike couldn't handle this, he was too tired, he just wanted to sleep, but knowing Trevor, he'd probably never shut up and let him sleep. And besides, it was so absurd for Trevor to pull that card.
"Please." Mike looked into his eyes and sighed. Maybe Mike decided to do it because he was sleep- deprived, or he had just actually lost his mind, or that he was just crazy all along. But Mike just gave him a small, reluctant nod.
"Fine." Trevor's face lit up in a smile.
"I knew that I could count on you."
"But this's the last time I'll ever see you, and if I see you again, and then I mean it, I'll call the cops."
"Sure, sure." And then Mike followed Trevor to a dark mustang, which Mike immediately suspected that he had stolen.
Trevor pulled his car over in front of a not too fancy hotel. It was that kind of hotel that reminded Mike of his old apartment. Mike was impressed with himself that he hadn't fallen asleep on the spot.
He climbed out of the car and followed Trevor into the hotel.
He drifted back and forth between consciousness. He didn't know how many days had passed. The problematic thing about this was that he was just simply too tired to open his eyes. He was once on the verge of opening his eyes as he heard familiar distant voices, he really tried to return to the real world, but it was too hard, so he made a mental note to try to wake up later.
"This's Susana", Trevor said as he opened the number 45 door. A woman in her thirties sat in a chair by the window smoking a cigarette. She had a long, red, chestnut hair and jade-green eyes.
The girl was Trevor's type. Mike still couldn't put the pieces together of why he was needed.
"You're Mike Ross I presume?" the red-head said as she blew out a cloud of smoke.
"Yes, just tell me what you need so that I can be left alone." the girl nodded at the chair in front of her.
"You can sit down if you like." Mike did.
"Now what?" he asked Trevor who lingered by the door.
"I've been accused of being the head of a drug mafia, which is a false statement. I'm at trial now, thanks to some rats that decided to frame me. Trevor said that you were one of the best. Will you help me?"
Mike shot Trevor a look.
"You call this one hour tops?"
What if Mike never woke up? What if he would keep living in a daze, trapped between reality and his fantasy?
Mike got up and hushed Trevor into a separate room.
"What the hell Trevor? You expect me to represent a drug-mafia? You told me that this was a small thing. I can't do this right now. I don't have the time and the authority. Harvey would never allow this anyways."
Trevor gave him a look.
"Who said he needs to know?"
"I can't take on a drug case where the person I defend is guilty."
"She's not guilty."
"How do you know?"
"Because I said so. Please Mike, she can't go to prison." Mike just shook his head and headed for the door.
"What's the name of your fiancé now again? Oh right. Rachel. You haven't forgotten to send me an invitation to your wedding, right?" Trevor's features darkened, and Mike turned cold.
"Don't. Don't ever say her name." Mike didn't want to know how he knew.
"Then help me. Because I wouldn't want anything to happen to Rachel."
"I will call the cops."
"And I will tell them about your law-degree."
Mile considered his options.
1.
Mike couldn't understand how sleeping could make him so tired. He just wanted to rest, but somehow, the more he slept, the more tired he got.
Before Mike knew it, it was morning, and Mike had not used the time to get some decent 8 hours sleep.
He thought about what would happen if he didn't come to the office. And then he realized that he didn't care.
So Mike went home, and didn't care about Harvey's wrath he'd have to face later.
Mike jolted awake as there was a loud knocking on his door. Mike didn't understand why Rachel didn't just open the door with her keys. But then he remembered that she was staying at some friends at Colombia over the week. Mike looked at the clock and raised his brow as he saw that he had slept for 12 hours. God why didn't he feel well-rested.
The knocking didn't stop, and Mike got up and opened the door.
Mike was surprised as he saw Harvey, (who studied him with disgust). Mike hadn't realized that he probably looked like a mess. Messy hair, same clothes, no shower, no shaving etc...
"What the hell happened to you? And why the hell haven't you been answering your phone?"
"I slept",
"You slept 24 hours?"
"No, I just wasn't around for 20 hours" Mike corrected, and Harvey shoved him aside and stepped into his apartment.
"Mike, what's going on?" Mike was on the verge on telling him, on verge.
"Nothing I just-"
"You just what? You disappear for 20 hours, you don't answer your phone, Donna started to worry..."
"Whoa it's starting to sound like you actually care."
"I don't."
"Then what are you doing here?" Mike didn't mean to sound so harsh. Harvey just gave him a look, and then:
"You're right, I shouldn't have come, I should have just let you rot in god knows what." for a second, Mike was about to tell him about Trevor, but then he bit his lips.
"Yeah",
"If you're not in the office at 6.00 tomorrow morning, you're fired."
And then he left.
Harvey sat at his desk at six o'clock, chewing the cap of his pen. Mike was twenty minutes late. Harvey heard sirens in the distance, but he shrugged it off. Harvey was not going to let the kid ruin his life. Once Mike was back in the office, he'd throw the entire wrath he got on him, just to make him understand that life wasn't a game and that he needed to start taking things seriously.
Mike stayed up that night buried in that damn girls file, which her name was by the way Susana Marin.
She had a history of being involved with drugs.
He was never going to win this case.
At five in the morning, Mike took a cab over to Trevor. He would tell Trevor to piss off. Mike thought that he had cut him off earlier, but he guessed that it hadn't occurred to Trevor yet that they weren't friends anymore.
Mike knocked on the door and a very tired and pissed Trevor asnwered.
"What, Mike?"
"I need to talk to you, alone." Trevor looked back, probably looking at Susana, and then he nodded. A couple of minutes later, he was back dressed.
"Let's take a walk."
It was now nine o'clock in the morning and Harvey had started to worry. It was typical of Mike to be late, but it's wasn't like Mike to not come into work at all for two days. Harvey tapped his pen against a pile of paperwork and then stopped as he noticed the blue dots that had formed on the cover.
"Shit." Harvey shouldn't be surprised when he saw Donna walk into his office.
"Where's Mike, Harvey?"
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that question?"
"I don't know." Harvey sighed.
"I don't know what's going on with him lately. I mean he's late, and when I yesterday specifically told him that I'd fire him if he was late… Why isn't he here?"
"Maybe it's that Trevor kid."
"It must be. What the hell does he have on Mike this-" Harvey didn't need to finish the sentence, because when he looked into Donnas eyes, they both knew.
"What do you see in that girl Trevor?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've been all over her files, and there's a lot of evidence stacked against her. Even if I brought her to court, I'd most likely lose. There's really not much that I could do."
"There's always a way."
"Not this time." Trevor stopped in the middle of the pavement.
"You don't understand. She can't be charged, because if she is, then I'm a dead man." Mike scowled.
"What?"
"Mike. I'm the one that ratted her out. Not intentionally though," Mike's confused look kept Trevor going.
"I went to the bar, and I drank too much, and then I talked too much, and now, if she goes to prison, she will kill me." Mike just gazed him wide-eyed.
"Then why don't you just go to the cops? They will help you." Trevor just shook his head.
"I don't do cops." They kept going down the pavement and turned around a corner.
"If you don't, then I can't help you. I've already told you that I can't take this to Harvey, because he will dismiss it the second your name is mentioned."
"Then don't say my name."
"Do you even know who Harvey Specter is? He reads people, and the second I serve the case on a silver platter to him, he will gladly throw it in the trash."
"If you don't try at least then I'm calling the cops on you." Mike arched his brows.
"Oh will you now? Because the last time I checked, you need me. So calling the cops on me won't benefit you at all."
"I'm sick of this, I come to you for help and-"
"You threatened me," they stood closely to the street and Trevor stepped closer to Mike, their eyes bored into each other's.
"I was always there for you before, and now when I just need a little help you turn me down?"
"No. You weren't really. You've always been an anchor who pulls me down." Trevor laughed coldly.
"Anchor? Look at you, sitting on your high horses. God you've changed since you decided to dress up and pretend to be a lawyer."
"At least I'm not involved with drugs and mafia's who wants to kill me the soonest I turn my back around!" Mike shouted gesturing with his right arm. Mike really should have expected a fist being thrown into his face. But he was too busy coming up with dozens of arguments to dodge. Mike was sure that he felt his bone in his nose crack. He quickly swept his fingers under his nose and studied the red liquid on his finger. Mike just looked up at him and threw a bone crushing hit across his mouth.
"Ah!" Mike grunted looking at his now bruised knuckles. And so the fight began. Trevor tried to throw some punches at Mike, but he managed to block his attacks mostly. But then Trevor managed to hit him in the stomach. That hurt, a lot. Mike coughed and Trevor took the opportunity to spit out some blood.
It was so dark outside, and cold, and just to top it all off, rain started falling. Mike was just about to punch Trevor, hopefully to knock him out this time, when Trevor suddenly rushed forwards and pushed Mike out on the street. It wasn't a small push either; Trevor just wanted him to fall on the ground so that Trevor could finally claim the crown of the fight.
Mike stumbled onto the road, but somehow he managed to keep himself upright on two legs, even if he was trembling. Blood oozed from his nose and mouth, and he had his arm wrapped around his stomach. Trevor was about to follow him unto the road, but he stopped as he saw a pair of lights swishing through the dark. Trevor looked at Mike, and then he looked back at the speeding car. Horrified, Trevor realized that Mike would never make it. Trevor watched painfully as the car collided with Mike's body, which made him roll over the windshield that cracked in the middle and then he watched Mike's body fall unto the asphalt. Mike didn't move, and the car didn't stop, but speeded even faster through the dark. The driver didn't stop.
The fucker didn't stop!
"Mike!"
Sure, Trevor did want to beat some sense into Mike, but never, ever, did he want to watch Mike die. Oh god, he couldn't be dead. Trevor rushed over to Mike who laid perfectly still with his eyes open and then Trevor tried to search for Mike's pulse with his trembling hands.
"Mike! Wake up!" he didn't.
Trevor found a pulse and couldn't help but feel relieved. Without thinking twice, he dialed 911. He might get arrested, but he didn't care. He couldn't leave him here.
It was now ten, and Mike still hadn't showed up in his office. Harvey hoped to god that Mike hadn't fallen back on his old tracks and was now stoned god knows where. Harvey looked over at Donna's old desk, and missed the good old days. Now Donna was replaced by an obnoxious kid that Harvey didn't like at all. Because no one could replace Donna, no one really could.
Harvey raised his gaze towards his new secretary who had adjusted the phone's ringtone ridiculously loud. The secretary answered the phone, and then he redirected the call to Harvey.
"Harvey Specter."
"Eh, this's Trevor." Harvey swallowed and his entire body sat up in a reserved position.
"You better have a damn good reason of why you're calling me," the other end was silent a bit too long.
"It- its Mike, he's…" Harvey's eyes narrowed, what was wrong with Mike?
"What?"
"Mike's in the hospital-" And it's all my fault. Trevor didn't say it, but Harvey could read between the lines.
"You son of a bitch, what did you do?"
"N-nothing it was a hit-and-run." Harvey buried his palm in his face. Mike was in the hospital. The sentence gave him chills and he started turning cold as he realized what Trevor had just said.
"Is he okay?" It was a stupid question, why would he be calling him if Mike wasn't in coma or some shit like that.
Trevor took a deep breath.
"No he's not," Harvey had heard enough, he needed to see Mike, and most of all, beat the hell out of the son of a bitch who had done this to Mike, (which was Trevor in this case). Harvey couldn't cope, but he needed to get his shit together, because he couldn't show his emotions as he ran through the hall and to the elevators. He couldn't show the people around him how shocked and scared he felt, because then they would ask questions, and the nightmare would turn real. He stomped into the elevator and then when the doors closed, he collapsed against a wall, and tried to hold himself up by the handrail.
After threating half the hospital's staff about suing each and single one of them if he didn't get to see Mike, he was finally let in by a nurse.
"He's asleep for now. I'll let you in for fifteen minutes, but then you need to go, because the patient needs to rest." Patient, Harvey scoffed. His name was Mike. But he didn't argue, he just needed to see him.
"Mike," Harvey didn't know what to expect as he set his foot inside the room. Mike looked horrible. He had a bandage over his head, and there wasn't an inch on his body that wasn't covered in bandage. Mike's eyes were closed and he looked peaceful, but seemed to be in pain at the same time. This wasn't fair. Mike wasn't supposed to be here. Mike was smart, he was clever, he was… he wasn't supposed to be here. Harvey went over to his bed and sunk down in a chair by Mike's side.
"I'm here Mike. And don't worry; you're not fired, yet. But if you don't wake up anytime soon, I will for god's sake fire you, for real this time." He didn't move. Harvey didn't know why he expected Mike to at least roll his eyes. But as he studied Mike breathing through an oxygen mask, and peered over all the wires that connected him to a heart monitor and etc. Harvey's heart sunk.
"You are going to get through this kid."
It's all my fault, was the one thing going through Trevor's mind as he paced around the hotel room. Trevor just needed to forget. He couldn't think clearly because he was overwhelmed with guilt. Mike had nearly died, hell, maybe he was dying now? He didn't stick around for much long after that he called Mike's boss, who was by the way probably going on a man-hunt to kill him. Great; now two people wanted him dead. Maybe they'd work together and dig his grave? Trevor shook his head, and then he went to the cabinet and pulled out the first drawer and picked up a bag with the strong stuff.
Trevor just needed to forget.
Through the darker, and through the haze, Mike started to bring himself back to reality. Mike knew that this was all a dream and that he needed to wake up.
So he did.
He slowly opened his eyes, which he immediately closed since the light blinded him. Mike could feel someone squeezing his hand, and someone calling his name, but he didn't answer, not yet.
After a while Mike tried again, and he was met by a pair of hazel eyes and dark hair. The girl was really pretty, but unfortunately, unknown to Mike. He didn't recognize her, so he didn't think that he knew her, because he had an eidetic memory after all.
"Mike!" her smile grew wide. She had a really pretty smile. Mike looked at her hand that was squeezing his, and noticed shocked that her finger was decorated by his grandmother's ring. It didn't take him long to figure out that the girl had to be his fiancé.
Wait, fiancé? Holy shit. He was engaged? How couldn't he remember something that significant? He couldn't have forgotten such a memorable event unless… But he was in a hospital after all.
"What happened to me?" were the first words that escaped Mike's mouth. He didn't want to hurt the girl's feelings by telling her that her existence had fallen into oblivion. Suddenly a crease formed in the girl's forehead and her smile thinned out into a line.
"You were involved in a car accident, more of a hit-and-run." Mike closed his eyes and tried to take all of the information in.
"Oh." The girl squeezed his hand, but he didn't squeeze her back. It felt weird. He couldn't remember her, so he technically didn't know her, even if it somehow felt like he knew her.
"Mike?" he didn't answer, and looked out the window on his right side. If he had gotten engaged, it meant that he had to build up a relationship for at least month, or hell, years. Mike tried not to panic. What if he had lost a year of his life to amnesia? Because that's what he had to have right? Since he couldn't remember his own fiancé. Mike coughed and then;
"What year is it?"
"It's 2015," she said slowly. Mike took a deep shallow breath. He had lost four years? Was he old enough to have a stroke? Because it felt like he would have one right here and now.
"Mike, hey, Mike what's wrong?" Mike looked at her, and then down to her fingers that were wrapped around his hand and studied the ring. Everything, he wanted to say. Suddenly the girl shifted, and she let go of his hand.
"Wait, Mike, what year did you think it is?" he closed his eyes.
"2011." He could hear the girl gasp.
"Do you remember me?" Mike opened his eyes and looked at her eyes where tears were starting to form. Mike shook his head.
"No," he said, pity clear as a bell in his voice.
The girl covered her mouth with her palms and then he rose from the chair. Mike could see the tears that were starting to form, and he felt somehow guilty that he had made this beautiful girl cry.
"I need some air." She said and left in a hurry.
Harvey walked down the hall of the hospital calmly, just like he had done every day for the past month now. Mike still hadn't woken up, but Harvey would keep visiting him until he did.
Harvey was just about to knock on the door as he saw Rachel walk out of the room, crying.
"Rachel?" normally, he probably would let her deal with her feelings on her own, but her crying as she escaped Mike's room boded no good. So he tried calling her at least.
"Rachel!" she didn't stop but walked even faster down the hall. Harvey looked at Rachel and then back at the door.
Harvey chose to open the door.
Harvey had stopped expecting Mike to wake up each time Harvey visited him. And he still didn't. Most of Mike's bandages were of; he just had a bandaged wrapped around his head. Most of his wounds had healed; it was just the coma that was the problem.
So it surprised him to see Mike looking out of the window with his hands clasped together.
"Mike?" Mike looked back at the door to see a man in his forties dressed in a real expensive dark three piece suit.
"That's my name. Okay so let me guess, you're here as my attorney to discuss the hit-and-run accident?" just as Mike uttered those words, he realized how quick his presumed lawyer had gotten into his room. Maybe he was one of those lawyers that found their prey's in hospitals…
Harvey looked at Mike with narrowed eyes, and he hoped he was just screwing with him.
"I may be two things,"
"Two things? I don't follow." Harvey studied Mike's expression, he acted as if he didn't know him
"You don't? Mike, what's the last thing you remember?"
"Uh, I guess that the right answer would be that I got hit by a car, but I don't really." Harvey knit his eyebrows as he thought about the warnings the doctors had said about the impact the car had had on Mike's head, and how it was possible that Mike could've a temporary amnesia.
"Tell me Mike, do you know who I am?" Mike looked at the floor and then he realized that the man by the door had to be another person in his life that he had forgotten.
"I'm sorry. But I don't remember you, just like that girl that was in this room. I hope you won't cry too." Yeah you wish, Harvey thought.
"What was that girls name by the way?" Harvey rolled his eyes. The kid seemed to have lost like what, probably four years or more since he couldn't remember Harvey? And the first thing crossing his mind was girls?
"Her name's Rachel, and she's by the way your fiancé." Mike nodded.
"I saw the ring." Harvey felt a little lighter as Mike didn't seem to have lost his brain at least.
Harvey thought about calling in a nurse, but then they'd probably hush him out and do all kinds of tests on him. The doctors had warned him that this could have happened. Harvey just hadn't believed that it actually could.
"Um", Mike fumbled through his mind to try placing a name for the lawyer, but he couldn't.
"Harvey Specter."
"Oh, Mr. Specter, could you-" Harvey hushed him with his hand.
"Don't call me 'Mr. Specter', its Harvey." Not that he did mind particularly, but it was just really weird of Mike to call him that.
"-Harvey, could I get hold of my phone and call a friend of mine- Trevor." Harvey's face darkened as Mike said his name.
"No."
"No? But he's-"
"He's the one that did this to you." Mike sat up in the bed and frowned.
"What? Trevor? How do you know, no, he wouldn't hurt me-" Harvey looked at the ceiling, and then back at Mike.
"You know what he did? He pushed you in front of a speeding car, that's what he did." It was hard for Mike to cope. He wasn't used to not remembering things, and then Mike suddenly felt reserved.
"No." who did this Harvey guy think he was anyways? He wasn't anything else than an attorney, probably fishing for money for all Mike knew. Mike knew Trevor, sure, there were times where Trevor did get on his nerves, but never would he push him in front of a car?! That was insane.
"Do you know where he is?" Harvey clasped his hands together.
"He's been taken care of." Mike tried to run his fingers through his hair, but was stopped as he felt a bandage around his head. Mike was about to ask for more, but the door was opened by a nurse.
"Visiting hours is over," when the nurse saw the patient that had woken up from a month-long coma, she smiled at Mike, and then looked stern at Harvey.
"Visiting Horus is still over." Harvey looked at Mike, and then back at the nurse and raised his hands in the air.
"Alright."
"Where is he?" Mike asked once again, but Harvey dodged his question, and it hung silent in the air as Harvey left the room.
Mike didn't know what month it was, but it didn't really matter to him since four years of his life had been for vain. So Mike sat through the questions he got asked by the doctors and the nurses, and they all together stated in the end that he had amnesia. They said something about that the reason of why he had forgotten his last years was because a part of his brain had swelled. Then they mentioned that his memories could return when the swelling reduced. Could. Not would.
Mike didn't know anything about his life for the past years, and that was hella' scary. Did he have a job? Had he gotten his life together? The Harvey guy had disappeared, and Mike still couldn't figure out who he really was. Mike just wanted to get away. He wanted to talk to his grandmother or Trevor. But then, where was Trevor?
Threatened by the great Harvey Specter. Oooh, how scary.
Trevor paced around the Motel and kept going in a circle around a table in the kitchen. On the table laid a piece of paper that said that if he was closer than 100 meters to Mike, he was breaking the law and could be arrested. He wasn't allowed to call him or visit him. He had a goddamn restraining order.
When Trevor had tried to escape the city, Harvey had managed to catch him. And he had questioned him about Mike.
Trevor hadn't lied; he had just hidden some parts of the truth. Harvey hadn't believed him when he said that they had gotten into a fight and that Mike had taken one step too much and been run over by that goddamn car. After all this time, Trevor didn't think that they had caught the guy. He or she was still free. The thought made Trevor grimace in dismay. Trevor needed to fix what he had broken, which was Mike. Trevor picked up the paper and then he went to the chimney that was still burning. Trevor didn't think twice as he threw the paper into the fire, and he watched with pleasure as the flames licked the edges of the paper, turning it into grime. He needed to fix this. He was going to help Mike.
Harvey didn't come back until the next very day; the nurses had said that Mike would be too tired anyways to talk yesterday, so Harvey had let it go. Harvey didn't know what was going on with Rachel, but he guessed that it was bad since he hadn't seen her in work that day. Harvey was hurt too that Mike was suffering of amnesia, but the doctors had nearly guaranteed him that Mike's memories would come back in time. Mike would once again remember the good old days where he practiced law with his illegal degree. Ha! The joke never turned old. Harvey rounded the corner and then he opened Mike's door slowly, not wanting to wake Mike up.
Harvey walked in, and for a second, he thought that he had made a mistake and chosen the wrong door. Harvey looked around the now dark room. The sheets on Mike's bed had been straightened out nice and tidy, and Mike's heart monitor was silent and turned off.
This had to be a mistake.
Harvey looked back at the door and then at the room. No reason for panicking, Mike could just have been moved into another room.
Harvey patted the closest doctor's shoulder and asked where he could find Mike's doctor. When the doctor said she wasn't sure, Harvey threatened to sue her in a million different ways, which did the trick.
Harvey was now face-to-face with Mr. Berne's, one of the best doctors in Manhattan. Mike was still, even if he couldn't remember it himself, a reflection of Harvey. It was just obvious that Mike was going to get the best treatment.
"He signed out AMA,"
"He what?"
"Yes, I don't think that it was a good idea either, but we couldn't hold him on legal grounds. There was a guy that insisted that it was a good idea, and he seemed to have made Mike's mind up."
"A guy? What guy?" Mr. Berne's picked up some papers from the table and was just about to skim through the paper as Harvey took the file out of Mr. Berne's grip.
"Let me see that." Harvey turned a few pages and then when he saw the name scribbled on the end of the paper, he looked up stone-cold at the doctor.
"Son of a bitch."
"Do you know the guy?" Harvey nodded.
"I gave him a chance, but I guess that it was my mistake to make," Harvey placed the papers back on the table and was just about to go, but stopped.
"And when I'm done with him, I'm going to sue you for releasing your patient into the grip of the guy with the restraining order." A frown appeared on the doctor's face, but Harvey walked away. There would be no more chances for Trevor, no matter how much Mike begged.
The wind ruffled Mike's hair and he laughed. It had been a while since Trevor and he had gone for a ride. Sure, Mike wasn't a big fan of cars, but it didn't mean that he couldn't go out sometimes to enjoy the ride. Mike slid his hand through his hair, where he could feel the small bump. Mike was happy to remove the bandage from his head, it was too itchy anyways. Mike just wanted to find himself, and sticking around people he had no recollection of wouldn't do any good. Your memories may return to you, you just have to give it some time. Yeah right. Because laying in a hospital will bring back your memories. It was a white lie and they all knew it.
"What are you thinking about Mike?" Mike rested his arm on the rolled down window and could feel the goosebumps form down his skin.
"Just stuff," Trevor nodded and then he shook his head with a smirk.
"What stuff?"
"Nothing really."
"Uh-huh, well. Since you don't remember, what was it again? Four years of your life, doesn't it mean that I'm four years older than you?"
"I think that you just had a retard moment."
"No, but mentally." Mike shook his head and laughed.
"Alright, you ready to go to Atlantic City?" Mike hit his fist against the car's dashboard.
"Hell yeah."
Sometimes, when Mike couldn't fight his problems, he just preferred to ignore them. Like this time, he chose to flee the hospital, away from the life he had built up for himself the past years.
"Did I have a job Trevor?" Trevor shook his head.
"If you really want to know, then fine; you were a lawyer. A good one for the matter." A lawyer? Really? So he went to law school? But then, the time frame didn't really seem to fit. Because he had to have a law degree from a law school right?
"Don't get so worked up Mike, how about you forget this issue for a moment and enjoy the ride for a while."
"Yeah, the forgetting part won't be such a problem."
The car raced through the air and space. Mike felt free and actually great that he didn't need to face his problems. Because Mike? As a lawyer? That was one hella' fiction of him. A pot-head going lawyer. Who would have thought? Certainly not the Mike from 2011. The world started to go dark, and the sun started to fade at the edge of the horizon.
A song from Bring me to the horizon played loudly from the radio.
I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim.
Hella' they did.
Trevor pulled down the street and turned off the engine. Mike looked to the left to take a look at the now beautifully illuminated Atlantic City.
"Let's just get you fixed up and then we'll go and have some fun." Well.
1. Mike didn't look so legit since he wore a gray hoodie and some comfy pants.
2. Mike had been kicked out of some of the great places of Atlantic city, so they needed to be strategic of where they'd go next.
3. Yeah, Mike needed to check into a hotel and change.
It wasn't like Mike counted the cards on purpose, it just happened, like the body's immune system. But when the dealers eyes started to narrow as Mike's stack of mark's kept growing in a fast pace, Mike took that as his cue to leave.
"Good night sir," Mike said as he drew the marks together with some difficulty and then he left the table carrying the marks. Since Mike had been in a car accident just a month ago, there were still sore spots on his body that ached. As Mike walked down the hall to find Trevor, Mike did lean most of his weight on his left leg since his right still hurt a bit. Mike's leg wasn't directly broken, but it wasn't completely healed either. Mike had asked Trevor if they could go and get some antibiotics and painkillers from a drug-store; Trevor had just nodded and said that he'd take care of it and that Mike would in the meantime go and have some fun.
Mike had had enough fun for tonight and he exchanged the marks to cash with a smile. Mike went outside, and as if it was faith, Trevor just droved unto the sidewalk and rolled down the window.
"Did you win some?" Mike rolled his eyes as he got into the car.
"If."
Trevor opened the door to the hotel room with the keys as he carried a grocery bag. Mike stepped in and smiled as he looked around the really expensive loft. It wasn't small either. There were two beds by the window, and they seemed really, very comfortable. Mike went to stand by the window and watched with awe the view in front of him. Tall buildings, illuminated by small lights, red, blue, green, you name it. It was just spectacular.
"And how did you afford this?" Trevor tilted his head with a smirk.
"With your winnings of course," Mike rolled his eyes.
"Of course", Trevor went to the smaller dark counter in the middle of the room and placed down the bag. He made a loud rustle sound as he picked up a small bag from the sack. Mike went back to him curious, to get a closer look of what he had brought.
"What is this?"
"Your medication", Trevor said smiling, flicking the bag, rustling the powder content.
"You bought weed?" Trevor arched a brow.
"Oh Mike, there are just some things that you can only get in Atlantic City." Mike shook his head reluctant.
"I don't know Trevor…"
"Oh come on Mike, you know that I only bring the good stuff. I know the guy, this's the real deal." Mike pinched the bridge of his nose, acknowledging the shooting pain in his head. He just wanted the ache to go away, so he nodded, letting his arm fall down to his side.
"Fine. Let's get high."
One line and the drugs made him real stoned; whatever Trevor had bought, it was the real strong stuff. Mike felt as if time had slowed down and that the world was a haze. The drugs kicked in real nicely actually, and soon all the pain had fallen into oblivion. Mike looked over at Trevor that laid on his bed and played on his phone.
"You know how hard it is to play snake on your phone while stoned? Impossible." Mike just shook his head, and then he rose from the sofa and he walked over to the counter.
"You think I can take another line?" Trevor nodded hastily.
"Yeah, sure, knock yourself out." And so Mike did. Mike rolled one of the dollars he had won from the casino and sniffed a line, feeling his nose burning as the drugs kicked in. Mike didn't expect the world to become even more surreal. The shapes around the room started to fade out and Mike just needed to lie down, so he went to his bed and collapsed instantly. He rested his head against the pillow, which felt like a fluffy cloud, and then he closed his heavy eyelids. He said goodbye to consciousness and then he just simply embraced the darker.
When no one answered the hotel room as Harvey knocked, he used the key he had "borrowed" from the abandoned cleaning trolley.
When Mike disappeared, Harvey had sworn to himself that he would find him. Once Harvey pulled some strings he had at the police department, they had started tracing Trevor and Mike's accounts. Harvey had just grunted as he was informed that Trevor had checked in into Atlantic City. Harvey really couldn't understand Trevor since he had paid for everything with cash, but around ten o'clock he had bought a soda with his credit card. A goddamn soda had revealed his location.
But Harvey didn't care about that; all he cared about was to get Mike back to New York. And yes, fine, even if he didn't like to admit it out loud, he cared.
Harvey swung open the door, and walked into the loft and then closed the door, oh if he was mad. Only Trevor could come up with the brilliant idea of kidnapping a kid with amnesia while on a restraining order.
The room smelled a bit weird, the scent was similar to Mike's old apartment. Harvey looked around the half-enlightened apartment and narrowed his eyes as he saw Trevor on one bed, and then Mike laying on the other one dressed in a cheap tux. Oh if Harvey was pissed. Harvey ran over to Trevor and then he gripped Trevor's shirt and pulled him up. Trevor woke up, wide eyed.
"Shit." Harvey threw Trevor into the nearest wall and Trevor needed to fight to keep himself upright.
"What the hell have you done?! You're on a restraining order and yet you kidnap Mike?! Who do you think you are?" Harvey couldn't help but throw a punch across Trevor's face. Trevor grunted in agony, and he tried to fight back, but the drugs were preventing him. So Harvey took the opportunity to break Trevor's nose. Harvey looked at his now slightly bruised knuckles.
According to Harvey, the fight hadn't even started, but Trevor already collapsed onto the ground, pinching his nose, letting out a small scream. What made Harvey stop was the fact that Mike hadn't stopped him. Harvey turned around and looked at Mike that slept peacefully on the bed. Harvey hurried over to his side and then he knelt down to feel his pulse. Harvey sighed in relief as he felt the blood pumping through his veins.
"Mike," Harvey tried, shaking Mike's shoulder lightly.
"Mike!" Harvey tried to shake him violently, but he didn't respond, his arms collapsed onto the bed, and his eyes remained closed. Harvey looked around the room and his eyes stopped at the sight of the small plastic bag filled with something brownish. Harvey felt disappointed that Mike had once again found his way back to drugs. He had been clean for how long? Two, three years? And now it was all for vain? Harvey needed to get Mike out of here and into a hospital. Harvey didn't want to be asked questions evolving around the drugs, so he did the only thing he could; he threw Mike over his shoulder and carried him through the door. Harvey was thankful in that particular moment that Mike wasn't conscious because god this was awkward, but then Harvey reminded himself that if Mike wasn't taken to a hospital soon, he could die. Harvey cast one last glance at the hotel as he got Mike into his car by a method called: carrying an over 60 kg adult while awkwardly trying to reach the door handle with what was left of his fingers. Harvey wasn't even closely done with his revenge; he hadn't even gotten the chance to beat the hell out of the little shit. As soon as Mike was in safety in the hospital, it was time to take Trevor to court and make him into a convicted felon.
Notes
I'm no doctor.
I'm no lawyer.
I'm no owner of Suits.
I don't know much bout' drugs.
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