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Chapter 10

Mike blinked. He was thirsty, really thirsty. His eyes had adjusted to the light and he could feel something hot against his hand, he craned his neck slightly, looked down and saw Harvey's hand, chest, head. It was kind of slumped. It looked uncomfortable. Mike tried to think of the angle that Harvey's back must be curled up into. Mike tried to reach for the water but there wasn't any. The movement of Mike's good arm had shifted Harvey and he had instantly woken up.

"MIKE!" Harvey was beyond relieved, the tears pricked his eyes and he went to hug Mike.. but the damage done to his body was irreversible. Mike's small frame had a cast on one arm beyond the elbow, a brace around his neck to keep the ligament damage from getting any worse, and the swelling on his head had only just returned to normal size. He had stitches across his forehead from the hit on the tarmac, and his split lip had not healed. He had one black eye, and bruising around his temple, but he was awake. And he was alive. And when the doctors said to Harvey last week that Mike had a 20% chance of survival, Harvey had almost given up hope. He had slipped into mourning.

"What's wrong with you? Could I have some water?" Mike looked at Harvey and tried to put two and two together - he remembers getting hit by the car, it explains why he's in the hospital and why he looks so shit. But what's wrong with Harvey? Did he get hit by a taxi too?

Harvey jumped up and got some ice chips from a machine down the corridor, bringing them into Mike's private room and helping him slip the chips into his mouth. He waited a minute for them to melt and ease into Mike's system. He should probably call a doctor, or a nurse, but he wanted a minute. "You've been in a coma for 3 weeks now Mike.. I'm not going to patronise you by asking you if you know what's happened. But do you remember what I did? Before the accident?" Mike sighed, his chest hurt and he knew it would be bruised. "Yes, you idiot. I remember what you did."

"And I'm beyond mad, but I almost died! And maybe I've learned that there is more to life than your fuck ups, and you screwing up all the time because if you didn't cock shit up all the time then I'd just get bored. I'd have nothing to fix!" Mike was out of breath and tired, but he had to finish. Harvey had to know that it was not okay to go sleep around, especially now he has a boyfriend who loves him ( God knows why ). "You are not allowed to go sleep around, you have me now. And I'm not like your other call girls, I'm your BOYFRIEND. Also. Cassie, or Callie or whatever her name is," Harvey tried to speak up but Mike just continued, faster. "Will never step foot in our house ever again."

"Our?" Harvey looked up, smiling ever so slightly. "Well, look at me. I'm not going to be able to live on my own am I? And we both know that you aren't going to come live at my flat. However, I'm bringing the panda with me." Mike had thawed to Harvey and his wrong doings slightly. "You are not bringing that ugly thing with you!" Harvey started to argue, but Mike had already fallen asleep. Perhaps he should have told a doctor before Mike fell asleep again..

Harvey had come and gone from the hospital more times than he could count and Mike had had various visitors, but it was now 5 weeks after his accident and 2 weeks after he had come out of his coma. Rachel was beyond worried about him, and still pissed at Harvey. Jessica was grateful that Mike was regaining health as it meant she'd have her Butch and Sundance back at the office. It was the big day. Mike wold be coming out of the hospital and into Harvey's care and he was bricking it. What if he couldn't actually look after Mike?

"Hey darling." Harvey smiled softly at Mike, as he tried to pull a t shirt on over his lithe torso. "You need some help with that?" Mike reluctantly nodded, he felt like a broken man again, like when him and Harvey first started dating and he had seen his burns… The older man slowly shimmied the soft t-shirt over his cast and wounded body, careful not to touch the spots where bruises had been.

"Mikey.. you alright?"

"Yeah.. I'm just tired, I haven't moved this much in weeks.." Harvey ran his fingers through his boyfriends hair and tried to muster a smile, "Well you're going to build up your strength again, and you'll be back on that bike in no time. And for now, you've got these bad boys." Mike slipped one arm into a crutch, and Harvey held the other one, Mike's cast would be off in four days and he'd be able to use both arms to hobble about until the cast on his leg was off. They managed, somehow, to get home. Home.. to both of them.

Harvey hadn't showered in days, he hadn't had the time, and he was scared that if he got in the shower, the phone would ring and he wouldn't ever get to say goodbye to his Mikey. Mike was settled on the couch, watching the 4th Harry Potter film, with a big bowl of popcorn that he wasn't necessarily allowed but it made him feel better and not so anxious. Harvey got in the shower and was grateful for the hot water on his back.

The pots fell on Mike before he had chance to shout for Harvey, and he fell in a big heap sitting against the slate kitchen cabinets, the tears pooled in his eyes and in Mike's exhausted state he sobbed to himself, desperate for his lighter but Harvey didn't have naked flames at his apartment. The cool, clinical penthouse didn't feel like home to Mike anymore. It felt like Harvey's apartment. Hundreds of girls and guys had slept in his bed, fucked on his counters.. Walked around butt naked with his shirt on. How could he feel at home in a place that was nothing more than an expensive one man brothel?

"Mike.." Harvey walked out of his expansive bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Mike baby, whats wrong?" Mike just wanted to curl up in a ball and not look at his incredibly beautiful boyfriend. "I know I said that this place is home.. But all I see is the hundreds of people you've slept with. I know its silly but I figured were forever. And this just isn't a forever home to me. I feel like a one night stand."