Asphyxiation, Baseball, Cardiac Tamponade, Dad (for the night), Early Mornings, Fracture, Gunshot, Hypotension, Influenza, Jaw Pain, Kidney Transplant, Lips (Blue), Myocardial Infarction, Nightmares, Oncocytoma, Panic Attack, Quitting Smoking, Ribs, Stroke (Cerebral), Tourniquet, Uncle Harvey, Vertigo, Wheelchair, X-Ray Therapy, Yelling, Zopiclone

Thank you to the Guest who suggested Kidney Transplant, honestly, it's pretty insane and I love it. I can't wait to write that one!

Also I would love you forever, if anyone could recommend me a good Hurt!Harvey fic


H is for Hypotension

Mike stood from his desk, his chair clattering to the carpeted ground, joy plastered across his face and soft chants of 'yes's leaving his mouth. He scoops the blue folders up in one swipe, gathering all of the information he had collected over the last fifty-two hours. So overjoyed with his work, he jogs past the coffee maker, his only friend lately, not even thinking about how exhausted he is.

When he gets to Donna's desk and she snips something that he doesn't hear, he just keeps walking. He's never knocked on Harvey's door before, or even waited by the door, why start now? He doesn't think twice about flicking the light on, sending a harsh white light down on everything in the room, including the slumped figure on the couch.

"Harv-" Mike comes to a sputtering halt as the figure, whom before his large entrance was sleeping on the couch, his expensive Tom Ford jacket folded over his arms like a blanket, bolts upright and sends a look that has Mike frozen in both fear and amazement.

Harvey, whose hands are now planted firmly on the sides of his head, is a mess. The suit he wore yesterday is creased and probably smells like Harvey's cologne instead of the dry cleaners. His shoes are kicked off at the end of the couch and Harvey's black socks are bunched up around his toes from sleeping.

"You look like shit, Harvey."

Harvey doesn't need to look up to hear the smile in Mike's voice. He's so coy at seeing Harvey so human that he doesn't see anything else. "Duly noted but can you just turn the light off?"

Donna's at the door now, a murderous look written across his face. "Dammit, Mike!" Lower she whispers harshly," I said he had a migraine last night!"

The man in question, only seven feet away give or take, lets out a grunt. The hands over his ears tightening.

"Right, right, the light!" Mike flicks it off and sends an apologetic smile to his boss, who doesn't see him. Mike smiles apologetically to Donna, unsure as to what kind of torture he's going to be put through today if the morning has already sucked this bad.

"Donna?" Harvey groans from the couch, his stomach is rolling and the world spinning does not help. He feels moment from passing out.

The heeled redhead walks to his side and levels her head with his. She waits patiently for him to gain control of himself.

"I'm a little light headed." He glances up at her, closing his eyes tight to prevent his stomach from getting the better of him. His whole body feels weak like something isn't working like it should be.

Donna nods, and glances back in the direction of Mike, and takes Harvey's hand. After he was startled awake, he laid back down, his suit jacket now on the floor leaving his right hand hanging off the side of the couch. "I'm going to get you something to eat, a bagel maybe. Something that will be gentle on your stomach, and Mike is going to come over here, okay? He's gonna make sure you don't pass out on us." She pats his hand," your blood sugar is just a little low, you're gonna be fine."

She rises from her crouched position and releases his hand. She turns away, knowing that his teary brown eyes would make her defenses crumble otherwise. "Mike," she calls softly, already halfway to the younger man. "Go sit with him until I get back, do not let anyone in. You have my permission to do whatever it takes to keep everyone out."

She leaves him with nothing but a curt nod. That's why he stands so perfectly still, he's stuck between a rock and a hard place. He has no clue what to do for Harvey, how to comfort him but if he stands here then he's the worst friend ever.

"Y-You should probably drink this." The glass in his hands shakes ever so slightly if Harvey notices he doesn't point it out. Instead, he sips the cup, never fully seating up.

"Thank you, Mike." Harvey's voice wavers and Mike is unsure what he's allowed to do. Harvey lays spread out on the couch, his knees curled in towards his stomach, because he's too long to fit on the couch otherwise, his right hand limply hanging off the side, and his head pooled on his shoulder, his eyes pressed closed.

Mike takes a deep breath and grabs Harvey's hand and waits for him to say something. He doesn't so much as open an eye. Mike bites his lip, trying to think of something to say. "Have you seen the new Avenger movie? Infinity Wars?" Mike doesn't wait for Harvey to answer," not sure if you'll like it. Then again, you didn't strike me as a superhero guy, to begin with so I suppose that's a bit unfair."

He lets silence pass between them, not thinking much of it. He'd settled comfortably on the carpet, pushing the fibers around with the tip of his finger, wondering how it could stay so clean. "I bet you're a Spiderman fan too, aren't you? Ironman?" Mike nods to himself, deciding he's correct," it is the assholes that tend to like Ironman unless you're a hardcore fanboy. In that case- wait. You're a hardcore fanboy, aren't you?"

Mike looks up, expecting to meet the brown eyes of disappointment, and sees that Harvey has slept through the entire conversation. "Harvey?" Mike taps the older man's shoulder, hoping to stir him. "Harvey, don't play." He shakes the shoulder harder," I'll call 911 if you don't get up!"

Mike stands, rushing over to Harvey desk and pulls the phone off the hook.

"Hello, what's your emergency?"

Mike's eyes are glued on Harvey. He can feel his body trembling and his mind is racing a mile a minute. "It's my boss, something's wrong."


"Your boss was suffering from a severe case of dehydration, which caused his blood pressure to drop as low as it did." The doctor is by the calmest person in the room, she knows it too. "As a preventive measure, Mr. Specter is hooked up to a Sphygmomanometer, which is just a fancy word for a blood pressure cuff, and some saline. He complained of a headache when he first woke up but I'm still unclear if he was flirting with my nurse or in actual pain."

Donna smiles softly at the thought," it's more likely that he was flirting with your nurse."

The doctor returns the smile," either way, he was given a Tylenol. He needs to get some rest but I promised to get… Mike?"

Mike looks up, swallowed thickly at the thought. "He w-wants me?"

The doctor shrugs," depends, are you Mike?"

Mike nods and the doctor smiles," well then I suppose you can follow me."

They get to Harvey room far too quickly and Mike has no clue what to do with himself.

"Did I imagine you shit talking Tony Stark or was that just some hyperreality where we both act like you have good taste in characters?" Harvey asks after a few moments of awkward silence.

Mike does the only thing he can think of," I wasn't shit talking him. I just kinda figured he would be your Marvel pick."

Harvey rolls his eyes, moving stiffly on his hospital bed. He settles back down. "Marvel pick," he repeats numbly. "The hell does that mean?"

Mike rolls his eyes, bastard always repeats my own words back at me. "I mean out of the entire Marvel universe, I figured you'd chose Ironman."

Harvey scoffs," really? What am I, a fifteen-year-old girl with a crush on Robert Downey Jr? No, I'm a grown ass man."

Mike's face lights up in delight," Hawkeye." It would make perfect sense. Harvey has a little brother, Clint Barton had a brother, they ran away to the circus. They protected one another, more or less.

Harvey frowns in response," get out. Forget I ever asked you in here. Shit, try to get in Donna's graces by acting like I care and I get this bullshit."

Mike grins wider," I was right then! Yes!"

Harvey's face hardens, his usual 'business face' slipping on. "Out Mike!"

With his newfound knowledge, Mike scurries out, excited to tell the other's his exciting news.

Harvey watches the door for a few minutes and lets out a sigh. Everything's fine now, that is as long as the kid stays happy. Harvey rolls his eyes at the idea, kid. Damn, he is going soft.