Chapter 4

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What the hell happened. The last thing he remembered was waking up in a hospital and Harvey apologizing to him. For what? Firing me? No, for accusing me for being high when I wasn't. Harvey betrayed his trust. But where was he now? He could feel that he was still in a bed- more comfortable than the hospital bed- and there were no sounds of beeping and clicking besides him, so he could be at his apartment; but how? Mike blinked his eyes open, trying to get them to focus and find out where he was. The room was semi-dark with expensive looking paintings hung on the wall. That was when he realized that the bed he was in was not his. He did not have a king sized bed with expensive sheets and comforters. He had a hunch of where he was, but he didn't want to take any chances. He had to get out. Now. Mike threw the covers off, breathing frantically as he jumped off the bed and headed for the door.

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He'd been sitting on the couch, reading a couple files, when he heard someone groaning in the room behind him. Mike was up; time to talk. Harvey closed the folder and lifted himself up from the couch. He made his way to the guest room, and as he neared, he could hear the uneven gasps coming from his associate. He was panicking. Just as Harvey reached for the doorknob, the door swung open and he came face to face with a wide eyed Mike.

Mike quickly headed for the door and was ready to bolt out when he saw Harvey standing right in front of his path.

"H-Harvey! Where am I?" He gasped, even though he had a pretty good idea where he was. Mike backed up away from his ex-boss until his legs hit the bed and forcing himself to sit down.

"You're at my place, genius. Now calm down before you have a heart attack," Harvey grinned.

Mike just looked at him incredulously. How could Harvey think I forgive him after what he's done to me? He's still assuming! The asshole will never change.

"I'm leaving," Mike said flatly as he got up.

"What?" Harvey questioned.

"You heard me. Now where's my stuff?"

"Mike-"

"Where the hell is my stuff!"

Harvey sighed, giving in for a moment, and jerked his head towards the chair next to the bathroom. It had his messenger bag and a plastic bag with his other clothes inside. Mike huffed as he pushed past Harvey and went to retrieve it.

"Mike, wait," began Harvey.

Mike just ignored him and continued to head for the door. Suddenly, he felt a strong hand grab his wrist tightly and pull him away from his destination. Mike turned around angrily and saw Harvey glaring at him.

"What is your problem?" Harvey growled, even though he knew.

"My problem? My problem! My problem is- you know what, you should know, Harvey. Figure it out for yourself, and when you do, don't bother coming to tell me; we're done."

"Mike, come on. I'll rehire you."

"No!" Shouted Mike as he ripped his hand from Harvey's grip and tears began to form in his eyes. "You know how much I trusted you, Harvey? I had faith in you and you threw it on the ground and fucking spit on it. I can't believe that you would think I was high when you and I both know that I'd never do that again. There are few people that I would- that I could trust, and you were one of them. I thought you were different; the one that I could come to when I had a problem, but as soon as you see that my face is fucking red, you go straight to the 'you're high' phrase and fire me; kicked me out onto the streets like a stray puppy. I could have died- no scratch that- I did die. At least that's what the doctor told me. You know... I know that you're a heartless bastard who doesn't give a shit about anyone, but I thought you would fucking care enough to ask me what was wrong; why I was looking so sick. You didn't know what happened; I don't even know what the hell happened! You really betrayed me, Harvey. I don't know why I ever thought you could be the one I could trust the most!" Mike finished his rant strongly, wiping the tears angrily from his face.

"Mike, I'm sorr-"

"It's too late for that. You can take your shitty apology and shove it up your ass!" With that Mike swung the door open and stalked out, slamming the door behind him.

Harvey just stood there, utterly shocked, but also proud. He had to admit, the kid had some guts to talk to him that way. But now he really felt guilty. Mike was right about almost everything that he said and he hated that Mike was this angry at him. Maybe he'd let him cool off and then he'd go see him one more time to see if he can talk some sense into the kid. If Mike still hated his guts, he would accept that he blew it and let Mike go on with his life. Harvey rubbed his face and sighed, completely frustrated. He hated himself right now, and he wished that none of this had ever happened. The worst part was that he still didn't know how Mike had been poisoned, but he was going to find out, one way or another.

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Mike slammed the door to his apartment and dropped his stuff on the ground. That's when he let the dam break. Tears flowed out of his eyes as he fell to his knees and put his head in his hands. He never felt this betrayed before. Not even Trevor made him feel this bad. This was the worst week of his life and now he had no job. Harvey had offered to rehire him, but right now, he hated the bastard's gut and he never wanted to talk to him ever again. After, what seemed like three hours, Mike wiped the tears from his face and sniffed. He had to go talk to someone; he shakily lifted himself off the ground and headed for the door. He was going to see his grandmother; she always knew what to say.

"Michael, it's so good to- oh dear, what happened, sweetie?" She asked when she saw his red puffy eyes. Mike immediately went over to her open arms and began sobbing again.

"It's okay, Michael, let it all out," Mike's grandmother coaxed.

"It's not okay, gram, everything is falling apart!"

"Then why don't you tell me what happened."

Mike sniffed as he pulled away from his grandmother. He wiped his face with his sleeve and breathed slowly. "Well I don't remember much exactly. All I remember that I had to go to the hospital, because I had died."

Mike's grandmother didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes were a look of concern and fear.

"I started to feel really crappy at work; my head was hurting, I could breathe well, my eyes were getting blurry and when Harvey called me to his office, I had no choice but to go. So I went, and as soon as he saw me he assumed I was high...and he fired me. He fired me for being sick and he never bothered to ask me what was- what was wrong. Then, I guess, when he visited me in the hospital, realizing that I was actually sick, he apologized. But I didn't accept it; he let me down, Grammy. A couple hours later, I woke up and I saw that I was at Harvey's. He tried to apologize again, even offered my job back, but I told him off and I left. I don't know what to do anymore, everything is just...wrong."

Mike's grandmother looked at him hesitantly, brooding on what she should say to her broken down grandson.

"Michael, look at me," she said and Mike lifted his head up. "Now I know that Harvey can be a cold bastard from what you've told me about him these past months, but, even though I've never met him, an apology from him must be very rare; and that means that it was genuine. He really meant it."

"But he broke my trust, gr-"

"I know he did, but he pulled you out of the gutter, did he not? He's kept your head above water with the great job that you have. If you give up now, another anchor will come by and drag you under. You've been doing so well for the past six months, Michael, and I'd hate to see you throw it all away. Mr. Specter is one of the few good men, and even though he hurt you, I know you and him, both, will find a way to repair that trust."

"Do you really think I should give him another chance?"

"Yes, Michael, or things will go down the drain again."

Mike sighed, thinking about what he's been told. After a while he nodded and hugged his grandmother. "Thanks, you always know what to say."

"You're welcome, Michael. But just one thing: don't go to him, let him come to you, because I have a feeling that he will."

"Alright," smiled Mike. After a couple hours of playing chess, Mike got up and stretched. He was exhausted from all the yelling and crying and now he just wanted to sleep. He leaned over to his grandmother and kissed her on the cheek and giving her a hug.

"Thanks for everything, Grammy."

"You're very welcome, Michael, and remember: let him come to you."

Mike nodded and smiled as he left his grandmother to head back to his apartment. When he got there he took a deep shaky breath and exhaled. Now all he had to do was wait. Mike went to the couch and laid down, his eyes growing heavier and heavier by the minute. Maybe just a little nap will kill the time. With that, Mike fell into a undisturbed sleep.

Reviews :) oh and before I forget, some of my ideas I got from the amazing SlytherinQueen020! Thank you for the awesome idea of having Mike tell Harvey to shove his apology and shove it up his ass! You're awesome!