They ended up staying downstairs longer than anticipated, but by the time Harvey and Donna had made their way back up to Mike's room, they were quickly re-directed to the ICU where he was being kept under observation. When they got there, he was conscious and talking quietly to one of the doctors checking his vitals. Noticing the new arrivals, she gave Mikes shoulder a friendly pat as she excused herself from the bedside. Pausing by Harvey, she offered him a reassuring smile.

"He's been awake for a little while now – so far everything looks fine" Harvey felt Donna rub his arm as she spoke up.

"How's he holding up?"

"Very well, actually – he's pretty tired, but his numbers are looking good. It's common for patients to feel sick or confused after a procedure like this, so if there are any problems try not to worry – just come find one of the nurses to help."

"Thank you so much" Harvey offered his thanks as well, before breaking away from Donna, letting the two women talk as he stepped towards the bed. Opening his eyes, Mike turned to look at him, a small smile pulling at his lips.

"Hey…"

"Hey" Mike went to extend a hand toward him, but when he noticed Donna he brought it back down. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Harvey took his hand in both of his, regardless of who else was in the room. Noticing his expression, Mike weakly squeezed Harvey's fingers.

"What is it..?" Though before Harvey could answer, Donna came round the other side of the bed, and leaned down to give Mike a gentle hug.

"Hey, Donna"

"Hi – how are you feeling?"

"Like some nut job drilled into my head and poked around in my brain for an hour or two…so, pretty good"

"We're all missing you, you know. Even Louis – and Rachel is constantly asking about you"

"Yeah? Well, tell her to come see me…I need some new company. Being stuck with my boss 24/7 isn't nearly as fun as it sounds…" Admittedly that made Harvey smile, which in turn widened Mikes. The three talked for a while, about the hospital, about general things, Donna's time at the office without her boys there to keep her entertained. As time passed, Mike became more responsive and coherent, much to Harvey's relief. At one point, Donna went out of the room to answer her phone, letting Harvey ask the question that had been on the tip of his tongue.

"How did you get this..?" To clear away any confusion, he briefly grazed his fingertips over the growing bruise around Mike's right eye.

"Right before I got taken into theatre, I fell down – hit my head pretty hard against the table and blacked out." From the moment he said 'fell', he knew Harvey didn't believe him.

"I saw someone leaving your room – was it Trevor?" Instantly, Mikes expression hardened as he looked away momentarily.

"…Yeah. He came to-"

"I knew it was him. Why was he here? I thought he wasn't in New York"

"He, ah…came back. For business reason apparently, and came to see me to ask for another bail out…" Mike replied with a disbelieving scoff at the memory, while Harvey just looked livid. So much so that he had to get up, pulling his hand out of Mikes in the process.

"He what? Why? No, let me guess, money right? After all this time – was he the one that did that to you?" He gestured to the wound to Mike's face, to which he shook his head.

"No. Harvey, I'm not lying – he didn't touch me. He told me why he was here, I told him to get out, then I felt dizzy and fell and now, here I am."

"I wasn't saying you were lying-"

"No, but you were implying I was protecting him. Trust me; he's gone for good…" Considering something for a second or two, he added; "But…it was his fault that I got put in here." He explained the situation as well as he could recall it, although he left out the details of the attack itself. He told Harvey about the money he was expected to have with him, how Trevor had given his name to save himself. He'd just finished explaining himself when Donna came back in, slowing to a stop when she saw how tense the air had suddenly become.

"Okay…what have I missed?"

"Nothing. I was just leaving."

"Harvey-"

"I'll be back later." And with that, he stormed out of the room, Mike's calls going ignored. Sighing, he lay back against his pillows, closing his eyes in frustration. Donna took a seat where Harvey had been sat minutes before, pushing her hair over her shoulder.

"You okay?" When she just got a shrug in reply, she pressed further.

"He looked pissed…what happened?"

"I told him about Trevor, and I guess he didn't like what I had to say"

"What did you have to say, exactly?" With another sigh, Mike went about explaining everything again, skipping out more detail than before to spare Donna the graphics. However, he didn't get to finish this round of explanation before Donna held up a finger to stop him, and hurriedly left the room, with Mike just watching her go, even more confused than when he'd first woken up.

Thankfully for her, Harvey hadn't strayed far from the hospital, though when he saw her coming towards him, he started walking away, ignoring his name being called. Picking up the pace, she eventually managed to side step around him, pressing a manicured hand to his chest to stop him in his tracks.

"Donna-"

"Where are you going, Harvey."

"I have some things I need to deal with"

"No, you have someone to deal with, and all it will get you is a murder charge and a ruined suit." Harvey just shot her a look, which she deflected with one just as blunt.

"I know you want to string Trevor up and have him flogged, but that won't help anything. Mike's getting better now. Hurting Trevor won't undo what he did-"

"'What he did' was put Mike in there in the first place!"

"I know, Harvey, and it's awful what happened to him – I wish I could have stopped what happened, but the fact of the matter is that it's over now. The only thing to do now is-"

"No, Donna, you know what? The only thing I have to do now is track him down and make him wish he'd never stepped foot back into New York" She opened her mouth to try and protest, but he was already on his way down the street. She didn't try to stop him this time.