"Mike…" Harvey's mind was so foggy that he could hardly think, but at last he realised that Mike still didn't know what he had done.

"Sh, Harvey, it's alright…" He felt Mike's cool fingers soothingly run through his hair.

"Mike, you got it wrong…" Harvey forced himself to open his eyes. Why were his eyelids so heavy? "I'm not ill, it's that I…"

He was interrupted by a coughing fit. It was long and painful and when he drew his hand from his mouth it came away red.

"The ambulance will be here soon," Mike whispered.

Harvey didn't manage to reply but simply leaned into Mike's touch. He knew it was wrong. He knew he didn't deserve Mike's support but it was so easy…

"Mr Specter? Can you hear me?" He blinked, forcing his eyes to focus. He didn't know the face that was leaning down to him. His head was throbbing painfully and he felt quite hot.

"Harvey?" Mike's voice. He could see the kid's face shift in his field of vision, felt him reach for his hand, his fingers cool against his own burning skin.

"Mr Specter?" the paramedic tried again.

Harvey somehow managed a brief nod, his eyes falling shut again.

"Mr Specter, we will put you on a gurney now and get you to the hospital…"

He could feel Mike still holding on to his hand as they moved him to the gurney not even flinching away when Harvey was shook by another coughing fit.

He heard Mike and the paramedics talking but he couldn't bring himself to listen to what they said. The only thing that reached him were Mike's whispered reassurances.

Mike knew that he was probably driving everyone crazy by pacing up and down the waiting room, but he couldn't bring himself to sit still. He knew he should call Donna, he knew that if he dared to glance at his phone there would be twenty missed calls from her. But he didn't think he could talk to anyone, not when he didn't even know what was wrong with Harvey. He tried to remember if there had been any signs of Harvey being sick before but he couldn't think of anything.

"Mike." He turned, surprised to find Jessica walking towards him.

"Jessica."

"How is he?" As usually Jessica cut to the core of the problem without much ado.

"I don't know," Mike admitted. He ran his fingers through his hair trying to collect himself.

"He looked terrible," he said at last, "he coughed blood and he was burning up… If I had known he was this sick last night…"

Jessica shook her head. "You couldn't have known. I've seen him last night too and there was no way to tell…"

Mike frowned, remembering how Harvey had asked if Jessica had told him.

"Did you know he is sick?" he asked.

Jessica shook her head. "I had no idea. He was a bit out of it yesterday of course but I never would have thought he was actually ill…"

"What happened yesterday?" Mike wondered, but Jessica just shook her head.

"Did the doctors tell you anything yet?" Jessica asked, changing the topic.

Mike shook his head. "No word yet…"

As Jessica sat down Mike felt like he didn't have a choice but to follow suit. He kept fidgeting in his seat, even though he tried to contain himself.

"Was it really this bad?" Jessica asked quietly after a while. "You still look quite shaken…"

"I don't know," Mike sighed. "It's just that I think it could be serious. I have never seen Harvey anywhere close to being so vulnerable…"

They sat in silence again, Mike's eyes darting around the waiting room while Jessica took out her phone.

"Did you come with Harvey Specter?"

"Yes." Mike almost knocked Jessica's phone out of her hand, so quickly he got to his feet.

„You can come to see him now."

Mike just stared at the doctor for a few seconds. „But what's wrong with him?" he blurted at last. He had waited so long for an answer now that he couldn't believe she wouldn't give him one.

The doctor frowned. "Are you family?"

Mike shook his head.

"So I have no right to tell you."

"But," Mike started to protest until he felt Jessica's hand on his arm.

"Let it go, Mike."

Mike didn't know what he had expected but it had certainly involved a lot more wires and tubes. But there were no tubes or oxygen masks. Only an IV and a heart monitor. Harvey's eyes were closed when they stepped in but flickered open as they walked towards his bed.

"Hey," Mike said softly, reaching for Harvey's hand.

"Hey," Harvey replied, but turned his head away when Mike searched his gaze.

"You really scared me there," Mike whispered, gently squeezing Harvey's hand.

"I'm sorry." There was something desperate in Harvey's eyes when he turned towards Mike.

"You don't need to be," Mike assured him, and for some reason the words made Harvey's face twist as if he were in pain.

"Mike, I think you should go." He felt Jessica's hand on his shoulder gently pulling him away from Harvey. He blinked at her.

"Why?" What had he possibly done? He looked from Jessica to Harvey and back, but their faces betrayed nothing.

"Mike, please." Jessica's words weren't so much a bid as an order and reluctantly Mike let go of Harvey's hand.

He didn't understand why Jessica thought he was distressing Harvey and even less why she seemed to be right.