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One-Shot # 2

Sneezes and Wheezes

"Ahh-choo!"

Mike's furious sneeze rang out through Harvey's office. He straightened back up and felt his head throb a bit at the change in position, or maybe it was because the world was tilting. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, but it only made the pain in his head worsen. When he slowly reopened his eyes, he jumped back slightly at the sudden appearance of Harvey and had to catch himself with one of the chair's in his boss' office so he wouldn't fall to the floor.

"Jesus, Harvey! Would you not do that?" Mike asked, glaring at the older man who stood directly in front of him.

The lawyer only straightened his posture and stared at Mike.

"You sneezed." Harvey said, and when Mike just looked at him he added, "Again. As in you've sneezed multiple times already. You know I'm not a rocket scientist, but I'd say it has something to do with the fact you rode your bike to work yesterday morning in a downpour after I specifically told you to take a cab."

"It's allergies." Mike replied, but even he could here the doubt in his voice. It didn't help his nose was completely stopped up, making his voice sound funny.

"Uh huh." Harvey nodded his head, sarcastically. "I'm sure that it's. Take some medicine. I don't want your snot and germs all over my office. And those Riley files better be on my desk in two hours, otherwise I'll let Louis take you to the steam room at the tennis club to make your sinuses loosen up."

Mike made a disgusted face before jogging out of Harvey's office, back to his cubicle.

Mike finished the Riley files, but now his throat was burning and the frequent coughing fits didn't make it, or his head, feel any better. Glancing at his watch, he realized he had twenty minutes before he needed to get the files to Harvey, which gave him enough time to go to the bathroom.

He leaned over the sink, and through some warm water on his face. He marveled as the warm liquid washed over his face and wished he could get his whole body just as warm. His knees were shaking, jerking rather, as his body shivered against the fever he knew was slowly rising. He leaned back against the wall, now feeling sweaty, and was grateful for the cold marble against his back. He closed his heavy eyelids and couldn't help but slide down to the floor to relax for just a minute. However, a minute to his fevered mind was equivalent to fifteen, as he reopened his eyes, or woke up from dosing off, he realized he only had one minute to get to Harvey's office.

"I thought I told you two hours. Not a minute after two hours."

Harvey watched his associate with a close, yet not concerned, eye. The younger man had ran into his office and placed the files on his desk, then tried to catch his breath. However, his efforts went unnoticed as he started coughing. He saw Mike close his eyes with a pained expression, then reopen them with a woozy glaze. His associate started to sway, and Harvey was on his feet.

"Mike, sit down." His voice was firm, but not hateful.

The only move Mike made was the buckling of his knees. Harvey quick crossed the short distance that was still between them and caught Mike by his armpits.

"Hey, hey, hey. Come on, Mike. You gotta work with me here." Harvey said, through a strained voice as he all but dragged Mike to the couch. He deposited the younger man on the piece of furniture with a exhausted sigh, but thankful that his associate had not completely passed out, though his eyes were open to only slits.

He sat down next to Mike on the couch, unnerved by the wheezing sound coming from the kid, and tapped the side of his face gently.

"Hey, kid? You with me?"

He saw glassy eyes slowly turn towards him, but Mike didn't say anything as he tried to breathe normally. His chest was moving rapidly, but his lungs kept sending signals to his brain that he wasn't getting enough air. Judging by the awful wheezing sound, Harvey believed that he probably wasn't.

He laid a firm hand on top of Mike's chest.

"I need you to calm down. Take slower breaths. Okay? I'll be right back."

He stood up, but something snaked around his wrist, without the strength to fully prevent him from moving. However, the action had enough meaning to do so.

He looked Mike right in the eyes and was greeted with panic.

"I'm just going to get Donna. I'll be back in less than a minute."

He felt the trembling fingers around his wrist slip away, and he hurriedly made his way to the door. The older lawyer stuck his head out of the door, told Donna to have Ray pull the car around and cancel his afternoon and swiftly walked back to associate.

"Okay, kiddo. Time for Louis to take you to the steam room."

He tried to make light of the situation and couldn't help but laugh as Mike started to panic even more.

"I'm kidding." Harvey assured him. "But you are going to the hospital."

Mike started to protest and tried to resist Harvey moving him from the couch. However, he was way too tired to be a real match for Harvey and let the older man guide him to the elevator.

He started coughing again and squeezed his eyes shut, praying that all this was just a bad dream, but when he reopened his eyes, he was greeted with the hellish reality. He sighed, which made him cough again and his breathing was becoming even more difficult. He was starting to panic again, when a firm arm wrapped around his shoulders and squeezed him reassuringly.

"Easy, kid. I got you. Were almost to the car." Harvey's uncharacteristically soft and gentle voice, guided him out of his panic attack and the man himself lead him out of Pearson Hardman. The wheezing was worsening, his breaths came in gasps and the dreadfulness in his stomach churned slowly with each second they were closer to the hospital, but the panic never worsened, because nobody panics if they have Harvey Specter looking out for them.

AN: This is a one-shot. Hopefully, none of you are mad that I ended it there. D: I don't think I've ever wrote a sick Mike fic. If I have I don't remember doing so, so I thought I would give it a try. Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading! :)