By the time Harvey had reached the doorway, Mike was being wheeled out of the room and back towards the elevators. He couldn't get a clear look at him, so instead he went straight for the doctor who was following close behind.
"What the hell happened?!"
"He deteriorated – it's likely he's begun bleeding into his brain"
"What does mean for him – what's going to happen?"
"Come with him upstairs and I'll explain everything then-"
"No, you'll explain it to me now"
"I don't have time for this, Mr Specter. Mike doesn't have time. Either follow behind, or stay here." The doctor shot back, before stepping into the lift, the doors closing shortly after. Hitting the button for another elevator, Harvey found himself pacing, trying to order his thoughts as this new barrage of information seeped through him. He needed to stay, he had to be here – but some much of him wanted to go after whoever had walked into him. It had sounded like Trevor, but Harvey hadn't gotten a good enough look to be absolutely sure. Who else would have been visiting Mike? Or rather, who else would have been here when they shouldn't have been? Who else would hurt Mike, intentionally or not, and then run to avoid the blame? It was Trevor…it had to have been. But why had he been here in the first place? As far as Harvey knew, Mike hadn't spoken to him in months.
The doors to the elevator weren't even completely open before Harvey was forcing himself through, all but punching the correct floor number before leaning against the wall, hands covering his face as he attempted to pull himself together. This wasn't supposed to happen…he shouldn't have been gone so long. If he'd only been out for a few minutes as he was supposed to, Trevor wouldn't have gotten anywhere near Mike. And Mike wouldn't be where he was now; suddenly dropped from 'stable' to 'critical', and all without Harvey with him.
After being pointed in the direction of the OR, Harvey didn't get far before being met halfway by Mike's doctor. Without a word, he put a hand on Harvey's arm, and guided him into an empty waiting area.
"Take a seat"
"I'm fine standing – what's happening to him?" He explained that it was highly likely that the aneurysm had ruptured; meaning Mike was bleeding into the brain and the surrounding tissues. Subarachnoid haemorrhage, he called it. It was around this point that Harvey sunk into one of the chairs behind him, his hands joining together as he rested elbows on knee's. The doctor mirrored the action, pulling his chair forward an inch or two.
"How did this happen."
"There was always a risk that it-"
"No – he was fine, until that guy came to see him – who was he, what did he say his name was?" Frowning, the doctor leaned forward.
"I didn't see anyone go into that room other than staff -" Harvey was back on his feet in a second, putting himself across the room, if only to decrease the risk of him lashing out the man telling him everything he didn't want to hear.
"Well I saw him coming out – he recognised me, ran off down the stairs. Next thing I know Mike's crashing and you have no idea what caused it. He's supposed to be safe here, how am I meant to leave him alone for five minutes if you can't keep anyone from just waltzing in and doing whatever the hell they please?"
"Calm down, Mr Specter"
"I'll calm down when Mike's stable again-"
"Which he will be as soon as the neurosurgeons get in and stop the bleed. There's nothing you can do now but sit here and wait." And he was right, which was the most frustrating thing. Turning his back to the older man, Harvey slowly pushed his left hand into his pocket, his right covering his mouth for a moment. Finally, he brought it down long enough to talk again.
"Mike is my responsibility…whatever happens to him-"
"You're his employer, Mr Specter. Whatever happens to him now is up to our surgeons, and up to his ability to get better."
"I wasn't here. Whatever happens to him is on me."
"You can't blame yourself. None of this is your doing. I'll have security pull up the footage from the stairwell within the last half hour, see if we can't get some kind of ID on whoever was here." Whatever he said after that may as well have been white noise. Nothing could convince Harvey he wasn't to blame; if Mike…if something went wrong now, the last thing Mike would have heard Harvey saying would have been empty promises. He'd told him everything would be fine – that he'd be fine – and that all Mike had to do was trust him. Look where that had gotten him now. Taking his leave, the doctor left the room, leaving Harvey alone.
