Man Overboard
Prompt for Guest #5: Mike and Harvey go on a boat with a client and a storm hits.
Set towards the end of Season 4, Enjoy!
"Hypothetically, what if I said I got easily seasick?" Mike said as he and Harvey walked towards the black town car. Their client Bill Finnegan had invited them on a boat this afternoon after winning his case and keeping his company away from his thieving, greedy ex-partner. Harvey was excited, Mike was not…especially since he wasn't a good swimmer.
"I'd say you were a pussy and then give you to Louis for a month," Harvey smirked, getting into the car as Ray held the door open for them. The older lawyer slid into the car and Mike stood on the sidewalk. They had met in front of PSL and Mike was surprised that Harvey even had casual clothes to wear. The man was wearing a navy blue sports jacket with a gray t-shirt underneath and jeans while he himself was also wearing jeans, a red Henley, and a rain jacket.
"Do I have to go? You like boats more than I do, way more than I do and it wouldn't benefit me as much to go. I could just stay here and work-"
"Mike, Bill invited the both of us and both of us represent Pearson Specter Litt. Therefore, we're both going. Now get in before I decided to strap you to the top car like a Christmas tree. And technically, it's not a boat, it's a sailing yacht. There's a difference."
Mike rolled his eyes and got into the car. Right now, he'd rather be at home with Rachel, spending all Saturday in bed. But no, he had to "represent the firm" and go on a stupid boat, sorry, sailing yacht. There was no avoiding this; no amount of whining would change Harvey's mind. What really worried him was the impending storm that was supposed to hit later this evening. He just prayed they'd be on sweet, safe land by the time it came.
When they reached the docks, the two shook hands with Mr. Finnegan before climbing onto the yacht. Mike was hesitant before getting on, nearly almost losing his balance and falling over the side. Harvey just shook his head in disbelief. Mike breathed in relief, his heart pounding in his chest. That was close.
"I'm guessing you don't quite have your sea legs, son," Mr. Finnegan chuckled, slapping Mike on the back when the younger man got onto the deck.
The blonde laughed nervously and Bill untied the rope from the dock, letting them drift slowly out of the port. They all went up to the wheel and Bill began to steer it until they got into clear, open water.
"Isn't she a beaut?" Bill grinned.
"Amazing," Harvey replied with a wide, excited grin. He wished he could have an office on a boat. Much better than being shacked up in a building all day. "What's the model?"
"The Zapata II, brand spanking new."
While Bill and Harvey talked shop about the bo- sailing yacht, Mike walked over to the stern and watched the land become smaller and smaller as they drifted further out into the ocean. He stared up at the sky and shivered, tightening his jacket around himself; the clouds were dark and wind was already picking up. As long as they got back to shore before nightfall, they should be okay…hopefully.
The further out they went, the rougher the waves got…and the more nauseated Mike became. He leaned over the yacht, retching violently and feeling lightheaded.
"Pull it together, Mike," Harvey growled in his ear.
Mike coughed. At least Bill was up front steering the boat. Dammit! Yacht, Mike, yacht!
Mike scoffed, gripping the side of the vessel and stood up straight. "I apologize if my seasickness is an inconvenience to you, but I didn't exactly go sailing every day when I was a kid. I can't help it." He retched again, tears burning his eyes and water licking the edge of the yacht and splashing in his face.
"Then go down into the cabin or something and drink some ginger-ale. Stop getting puke all over the deck."
Mike rolled his eyes and stumbled towards the stairs. As much as he thought Harvey was over-reacting, he was actually glad that he was going down into the more comfortable area of the yacht so he wouldn't have to look at the water. The cabin was amazing; a few couches, a kitchen table, a flat-screen T.V, a fridge and further down was a king sized bed. He totally forgot that he was on water. He guessed he could get used to this for a few hours. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down on the couch, feeling so much better than before.
~+SUITS+~
Mike had been starting to drift off while watching TV when the boat rocked violently like it had hit a rock. The blonde glanced down at his watch and realized it had only been an hour since he came down here. And then he heard the rain and Mike's heart dropped. Shit. He heard shouting on the deck and he knew that something was seriously wrong. He pulled on his rain jacket and rushed up the stairs to the top to see that a lot had changed within the hour; the sky was dark and thick with black clouds, rain pelleting the floor. Bill was at the wheel, struggling to keep the yacht in control and Mike had a hard time keeping his balance. Harvey was by the mast, pulling at the ropes to try and bring sails down.
"Harvey!" He shouted over the rolling thunder. "What's going on?"
"Storm hit us out of nowhere! Bill can't control the boat and wind is taking us off course." He pulled at the ropes some more. "I got to try and get these sails down before we flip or go too far out to sea."
"What can I do to help?!" He was already soaked, despite the rain coat and his converse sneakers were filled with ocean water that was splashing onto the boat.
"Go find something to cut with from that box over there," Harvey yelled, pointing to side of the boat. "The ropes are tied too tight, I'm just gonna clip them!"
Mike bobbed his head in understanding and stumbled over to the wall where the box sat against. He rummaged through its contents until he found a small knife. He wasn't sure if that would be enough, but it would have to do. Slipping back over to Harvey, he handed it to the man and watched as he tried to cut through the thick rope.
"This was all you could find?" Harvey hissed when the knife slipped, cutting his hand.
"I could go try and find something bigger."
Harvey raised his eyebrows. "Well, don't just stand there, go!"
"Okay, okay." Mike rushed back over the box and at that exact moment, the boat tipped and bounced, causing the blonde to lose his footing and fall over the side boat. He only managed to shout out half of Harvey's name before he was hit with ice cold water. He wasn't even sure the man had heard him…but prayed he did. He couldn't breathe and he couldn't swim; his limbs were numb already and they wouldn't cooperate. He kicked desperately to find the surface, but he couldn't see anything in the dark, almost black water. His lungs burned for oxygen and just when he though it couldn't get any worse, something hit him over the head and knocked him out, leaving him to fall prey to the strong currents and the infinite deepness of the ocean.
"Nevermind, Mike, I got it!" Harvey shouted as the rope snapped and the sails came down. Now it would be easier for Bill to control the boat. He sucked on his bleeding hand, swearing and then realized the kid didn't answer him. "Mike?!" He spun around to look where the kid had gone, but he was gone. Did he go back downstairs? "Mike!" He saw that the box's lip was opening and closing with the bouncing boat and it hit him…
"No. Mike!" He staggered over to the edge, his stomach twisting. He briefly saw blonde hair floating just below the surface until it was swallowed by the waves. He had fallen overboard…and he wasn't even swimming. Oh god. What if the kid couldn't swim? Fuck, he probably should've checked on that before they got onboard…or at least make him wear a life-vest. Breathing heavily while a numb feeling overcame his body at the thought of losing the kid, he shook off his jacket and yelled to Bill who was finally regaining control of his vessel despite the waves.
"Bill!"
"Yeah, Harv! I almost got her steady, just hang on!"
"Mike fell over! I'm gonna get him!" He replied, kicking off his shoes. The less clothes the easier it would be to swim.
"I can't keep her still, I'm gonna have to turn it around to come back and get you!"
"Fine!" He didn't care if they were left behind- for a little bit of course- because Mike was drowning and he wasn't gonna let that happen. He dove into the freezing cold water, it hitting him like a ton of bricks, but he pushed past the feeling and searched the murky water for Mike. For what seemed like hours, he couldn't see blonde hair…he couldn't see Mike and it was freaking him out. What if he sank deeper? What if he was dragged further out? What if- wait, there! That famous blonde hair that he was so used to even though Mike was styling it different. He meant to ask the kid about it earlier and now he wasn't even gonna get the chance to. Stop thinking like that, Specter. He kicked madly over to Mike and nearly choked. The blonde was stark white, lips blue and…not breathing. No bubbles were coming out of his mouth. Without any more hesitation, he tightly wrapped his arm around Mike's waist and swam as fast as he could until they broke the surface. What scared Harvey even more was that he was the only one taking in a breath. Gasping for air, he treaded water to keep him and Mike afloat until Bill turned the boat around.
"Mike!" He spit water out of his mouth, tightening his grip on the kid's waist when he started to sink back under. "Mike, come on, don't do this. Please, hang on." It took nearly three minutes for Bill to reach them again; three minutes that Mike didn't have…three minutes where Mike wasn't breathing.
"Here!" Harvey panted, swimming over to get as close as he could get to the boat and handing Mike off to Bill before climbing on himself. He took no time to rest, crawling over to Mike's motionless body and pressing his trembling fingers to the man's throat, praying for a pulse. "Fuck." He ripped off the rain jacket and pressing his ear to the younger man's chest.
"No no no no no…" His heart wasn't beating. "Mike!" He slapped the kid's waxy looking face a few times, only then noticing the huge, bleeding gash on the side of his head, dying some of his hair with red. No wonder Mike hadn't been swimming; he must've been knocked out. Only you, kid, only you.
"Do you have and AED or something?!" Harvey breathed, glancing up at Bill. Granted, he would have to dry the kid off completely. But Mike was dead. He couldn't believe it; his associate was fucking dead right in front of him.
"N-No," Bill stuttered in fear.
Harvey swore and placed his hands over Mike's immobile chest and started CPR, hating the feeling of the blonde's ribs cracking underneath the pressure. "Come on kid, come on! Don't give up on me!" When he was finished with compressions, he pinched Mike's nose and tilted his head back. "I can't believe you're making me kiss you, kid. If you say a word about this to anyone, I'll kill you." Harvey covered the blonde's mouth with his own, blowing air into his lungs. He watched Mike's chest rise and fall weakly before he went back to compressions. But the longer he went, the bigger the dread in the pit of his stomach grew. "Mike! Come on, Mike! Breathe! Breathe!" His face felt wet and he knew it wasn't just from the water. He couldn't keep the tears at bay; Mike wasn't responding and he was terrified that he may not get the kid back. Four minutes passed and nothing changed. Why isn't he breathing?!
"Harvey," Bill said quietly. "Maybe you should-"
"No! I'm not stopping! He'll be okay!" There was no way in hell was he stopping. He was gonna get Mike back; he had to. He begged, becoming extremely desperate. This couldn't be happening right now. "Please, Mike…come back. Please, come back." He finished his thirteenth round of CPR and the clocked ticked at five and a half minutes. He was exhausted. His arms hurt, his lungs ached and he felt cold. Shivering, he sat back on his heels, breathing heavily as he stared at Mike's pale, lifeless body. "Mike."
All of a sudden, the blonde jerked violently, gagging on water and puke that sluiced out of his mouth. After coming out of his shock, Harvey rolled Mike onto his side, patting his back and offering soothing words.
"Get it out buddy, just breathe. You're okay now."
Mike choked out a sob, shivering out of control as he spit out all the sea water he had swallowed. He couldn't even remember what happened, but right now he was too exhausted to think. He was shaking all over and barely conscious by the time he finished expelling what he could. Harvey quickly gathered Mike into his arms and squeezed his tightly, rocking back and forth, resting his cheek on top of Mike's head. "Jesus Christ…don't fucking scare me like that again, kid." Thank you, God. He didn't know what he would do if he lost the man he considered a brother.
"H-Harvey," Mike coughed wetly, his voice weak. He was so exhausted and so confused and the only logical thing he could do was sleep it off. Then maybe he would be more clear- headed. He didn't know why Harvey was holding him either, but it was comforting. He fisted the man's wet shirt feebly. "H-Harv…"
"Shh, it's okay, kid. Just breathe," he said, running his fingers through the kid's wet curls. "Just focus on breathing."
Mike hummed and he let Harvey's calming voice lull him back to the darkness.
When Mike's body went slack, Harvey feared the worse and pulled away, hovering his ear over Mike's mouth. Harvey felt relieved when he felt a weak breath on his ear; he wasn't liking the sound the kid's breathing, but that's all he wanted…was for him to breathe…for him to be alive. Bill must've left, because he appeared by his side, suddenly having a big blanket in his arms. Harvey took it and wrapped Mike's trembling body inside. That would keep him warm for now, but he had to get him out of the soaked clothes before he caught hypothermia if he didn't already.
"You have a bed downstairs?" Harvey sniffed.
"Yeah," Bill replied, hugging himself. "And some more blankets and extra clothes."
"Alright, get it ready. He needs to get warm or he'll get a lot worse."
Bill nodded, rushing ahead of him and downstairs. Harvey took a deep breath and dug his hands underneath Mike's knees and back, standing up and bringing the kid down into the cabin where the bed and some dry sweats were waiting. Harvey gently laid Mike on the bed and started by taking off his water-logged sneakers and socks.
"How long until we get back to shore."
Bill rubbed the back of his neck. "Not sure. The rudder is broken and the lines have snapped. I'm trying to get the motor to work, but so far no luck. We're about an hour or so away from land, I'm still trying to see where our last GPS signal was at if I can. The electricity is out, too, which means so is the heat. I've got a lot of blankets though, so however many you need, they're in the storage closet. I'm gonna go up and see what I can do about the motor also."
Harvey nodded and when Bill disappeared, he started pulling off Mike's saturated clothes, starting with his shirt and then his pants. It was a little awkward, never thinking he would see this much of Mike…but then again, he didn't think Mike would fall overboard, drown and die for six minutes. So right now, he was dealing with it even if it was embarrassing.
"You better be unconscious right now Mike," Harvey grunted as he pulled off the kid's jeans and boxers and threw it in a heap with the other wet clothes. "I'm sure you are since you would freak if you knew what was going on." When he was finished, he put the sweats on Mike and then grabbed him underneath the armpits, dragging him up to the pillows and maneuvering him underneath the bundle of blankets he got from the closet. He pulled the covers up to Mike's chin, tucking them tightly to preserve as much heat as possible. Who knew how long they were gonna be stuck here. Once he was sure Mike was comfortable, Harvey changed into dry clothes before sitting down next to the bed, watching Mike breathe. He just needed to be sure he was breathing and then maybe his heart wouldn't be beating so hard. The kid's face was still a deathly gray and he was visibly shivering. His hair was plastered down, a few wet strands falling across his forehead. His breaths still came out in short wheezes, coughing wetly from time to time and Harvey knew there was probably still some fluid trapped in his lungs…which is why he needed a hospital. Not to mention the gash on the back of Mike's head, no doubt causing a concussion…oh and of course he had been dead for too long, so there was that. He grabbed the first aid kit from the cupboard rolled Mike's head to take a look at the gash on his head. It was bleeding, a little less heavily than before, but he still might need stitches and that wasn't something he could take care of here, especially when they were moving around so much. He pressed a bandage to the wound and taped it down. It was gonna have to do for now.
"Dammit Mike. Why do you make everything so difficult?" Harvey leaned back in the comfortable chair, feeling the adrenaline waning. Giving someone CPR for over five minutes was exhausting, but he couldn't sleep. Not until he knew Mike was okay. An hour and a half passed and Mike was still unconscious and that unnerved Harvey…a lot. He really needed to bring the kid to a hospital. Harvey rubbed his chin nervously and pressed his finger against Mike's neck again. There was a lethargic flutter beneath his fingertips and it somewhat eased his worrying. But his lips were still blue and that didn't ease his worrying.
"Wake up already, kid." Something was obviously wrong if Mike hadn't regained consciousness after nearly a couple hours. He placed his hand on Mike's clammy forehead, stroking it with his thumb before getting up to see how Bill was making out. He climbed the stairs, hugging himself and went to the front of the boat where Bill was trying to work to get the motor running. The storm had quieted down, but the waters were still pretty rough.
"Any luck?" He shivered.
"No, I think the engine is shot. I'll probably have better luck radioing it in. How's Mike?"
"Still unconscious. He needs a hospital."
"I know, I know. I'll see if I can get a medevac or something."
Harvey nodded and stared out to sea, his mind flashing back to swimming in the water, finding Mike looking like a floating corpse…and then being unable to get him back. That helpless feeling in his chest when Mike wouldn't fucking breathe. But it was over now, Mike was downstairs and alive…well, half alive. Rubbing his arms to get some warmth back, Harvey went back into the cabin to see Mike was in the same position as before. However, the grayish hue in his waxy skin was starting to disappear, slowly being replaced with a healthy pink. Maybe more blankets would help. He started searching the other closets but only found two more. It would have to do. He placed them on top of the bed and sighed, pressing the back of his hand on Mike's cheek. It was warmer than earlier so that was a plus; that meant he was getting better…hopefully. Another half hour passed and Bill said that he got ahold of the coast guard and they were on they'd be there within the next forty-five minutes. Their client was still trying to deal with the motor and Harvey still with Mike when the kid started to show some signs of life. His nose twitched and a small groan slipped past his parted lips. Sitting, up Harvey saw that Mike's forehead was creased and his legs were weakly shifting underneath the covers.
"Mike? Kid, can you hear me?"
The blonde groaned again, eliciting a harsh coughing fit. He wouldn't be surprised it the kid was totally out of it; he had been in the freezing water for a long time and he hit his head.
"H-Harv…" Mike slurred without opening his eyes.
"Right here." Slurring…that's not good.
Sluggishly, the blonde opened his eyes and scanned the area in confusion. He was groggy, tired and in a lot of pain, not to mention really cold. He had a hard time keeping his eyes open, the pain in the back of his head becoming intense, but needed answers. He glanced over to his left to see Harvey's face coming into view; his lungs felt strangely heavy and his chest felt sore, like it was bruised.
"W-What…" he swallowed thickly. "What h-happened?"
"You reenacted a scene from Overboard and pulled a Joanna."
Mike looked at him like he had two heads and Harvey figured the kid's brain wasn't quite at one-hundred percent yet. Or maybe he really did pull a Joanna and had amnesia.
"You fell off the boat, genius."
"Oh…you mean…sailing yacht," Mike grinned wearily.
"Shut up," Harvey scoffed, rolling his eyes.
Mike chuckled and then noticed he was wearing different clothes…and that he was in a bed…and that Harvey had changed as well. "Harvey, w-what really happened…I mean, how bad?" God, he was so cold.
Harvey pursed his lips. "You drowned. You must've hit your head and it knocked you out. You probably have hypothermia so you need to stay underneath those covers to keep warm. When we get to land you're going to the hospital. It still sounds like you have water in your lungs."
Mike surprisingly didn't protest. "Is that why I'm not wearing…any underwear?" He asked, red tinging his cheeks.
Harvey cleared his throat nervously, not looking Mike in the eyes. "You were soaked to the bone, and near hypothermic if you weren't already. I had to get you warm; you couldn't stay in wet clothes. You would've died." You did die.
Mike blinked. "Oh…thank you." He tried sitting up and winced when the pain in his chest flared.
"You okay?" Harvey asked.
"N-Not really. Hurts to breathe…lungs are heavy and my ribs are burning. Feels like an elephant stomped on me."
Harvey snorted, but sobered up right after, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, sorry about that."
Mike frowned tiredly. "What are you talking about? Why?"
Harvey took a deep breath, really not wanting to relive the past three hours. All he could see was Mike's extremely pale face, his dark blue lips, his chest immobile and his heart still. He shuddered inwardly, trying to get the images out of his mind. "Well, like I said, you drowned. And you stopped breathing…your heart wasn't beating for six minutes. I almost couldn't get you back…I thought I had…anyways, I had to give you CPR and that's why your ribs are cracked."
Mike was speechless for a few moments. "You…y-you gave me CPR?"
"Well, I obviously couldn't let you die. You know how much shit Donna would give me for that?" Plus I couldn't lose you again. Not after losing you to that douchebag, Jonathan.
Mike stared at him with wide eyes. "I…I can't believe you did that."
"Believe it or not, I'm not that much of a dick."
Mike looked down and sighed. Harvey had saved his life.
"Mike," Harvey said, placing a hand on the kid's shoulder. He could feel that Mike was still shivering but it wasn't as bad as before. "I would do anything to protect you. Seeing you like that…something snapped in me and it was the worst feeling in the world. Don't scare me like that again."
Mike looked up and gave Harvey a weak smile. "I promise I won't…and thanks…for everything." He yawned, already becoming worn out. "Just don't tell R-Rachel you saw my manhood."
"Trust me. I'll never speak of it again," Harvey chuckled.
Mike smirked and started to close his eyes.
"Uh, uh, no sleeping, kid. You have a concussion."
"But m'tired. You let me sleep earlier."
"Because you were unconscious and wouldn't wake up. But now you need to stay awake at least until we get back onto land." And then he heard a motor in the distance. It had to be their rescue boat. "Which will be in half an hour. Can you wait that long?"
Mike opened his mouth, but Harvey answered for him. "Your reply is 'yes' because you will wait that long. Even if I have to slap you a bunch of times."
"But this bed is so warm and comfy. It's hard not to fall asleep," Mike muttered.
"Then sit up and I'll get you something to drink. We need to get your temperature up as much as we can at the moment."
Mike rolled his eyes but let Harvey help sit him up before the older man went to the kitchen- which was a mess- and grabbed a soda that had fallen out of the fridge. He found a straw and stuck it into the bottle while walking back over to Mike and handing it to him.
"Small sips. You need to let your body adjust."
Mike nodded. "You could've been a doctor," he chuckled before drinking the soda.
"Didn't I tell you I don't care about people?"
"Yes you do, don't deny it."
Harvey shook his head. "You're so annoying. Now stay, I'm gonna go see what's going on up there."
"I'm not a dog, Harvey," Mike grumbled, but Harvey didn't respond as he walked up to the deck. He saw a Coast Guard boat bobbing next to Bill's and felt relief spill through his body like hot lava.
"Are we all set?" Harvey asked Bill.
"Yep. They're towing the yacht too. So if you want to get Mike and go onto the Coast Guard boat, they're ready."
"Thanks, Bill."
"And Harv...I'm really sorry about all this."
The lawyer dipped his head and went back downstairs, only to see Mike was slowly falling asleep. "Mike!"
The man flinched and opened his eyes. "S-Sorry."
"Come on, we're getting out of here." Harvey pulled Mike's so he was sitting up and the blonde flipped back the covers and swung his feet over the bed. The second he put weight on his feet, he swayed and nearly collapsed. Harvey pursed his lips and caught the younger man, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders before tightening his grip around the blonde's back and began making their way up to the deck. Five minutes later found them sitting on the Coast Guard boat and speeding back towards sweet, sweet land. Mike was shivering and coughing again, the one blanket not being enough to keep him warm. Harvey wrapped his arms around Mike's trembling shoulders and let the kid rest his head on his shoulder. "You're gonna be okay, kid."
By the time they reached the docks, Mike was nearly if not completely asleep and Harvey decided not to wake him since there was an ambulance waiting for them. He kept his hold on his associate even though he was half-dragging him to the vehicle. The ambulance ride was quiet besides the raspy breathing from Mike and the EMT's telling the hospital the situation. Harvey looked down the slumbering man and sighed. It had been too close today. He would've lost a brother, Rachel would've lost a boyfriend and Donna would've lost a son to mother. He vowed to never let something like this happen again. He let his hand travel up and down Mike's arm offering warmth and comfort. The younger man suddenly shifted unconsciously, burying his head into Harvey's neck. The lawyer smiled to himself and sighed. "You really are a pain in the ass kid." But you're my pain in the ass. And he wouldn't change it for anything.
Mike was put on a gurney and immediately brought out back when they reached the hospital, leaving Harvey in the waiting room, tapping his foot impatiently. A nurse had noticed how badly he was shivering and insisted that he get checked out too and as much as he tried to protest, he found himself in a small check-up room. His temperature was a little low, but he promised to drink fluids and took the blanket she gave him. Now he had to call Donna. This was gonna be fun. His phone had been destroyed after jumping into save Mike, so he had to use the hospitals.
"Hello?"
"Donna, its Harvey."
"Harvey!? What the hell, I've been trying to get ahold of you and Mike for hours. I know its Saturday, but you were supposed to call me when you got back from sailing…which was supposed to be two hours ago."
"I know, I'm sorry. We ran into some trouble."
"Trouble…what kind of trouble?"
"Mike fell overboard, but he's okay now, I think. We're at the local hospital."
"Harvey, I know there's more you're not telling me."
Harvey squeezed his eyes shut and sighed. "Donna-"
"Tell. Me. How bad was it?"
"He hit his head and drowned. I gave him CPR but…we were really close to losing him."
"You call that okay? Jesus Christ."
"He's just exhausted; probably has a concussion and a few broken ribs, but that's all."
"Yeah, that sure sounds like okay," Donna replied sarcastically.
"It's better than the alternative, Donna," Harvey snapped. Mike's pale, emotionless face flashed through his mind again and he angrily pushed it back.
"You're right. I'm sorry. Just call me when you get out."
"Okay."
"Wait, Harvey…are you okay?"
"I'm fine Donna. I'll call you later." Without waiting for her to respond, he hung up. He'd probably pay for that later. He waited another twenty minutes before Mike was being pushed out in a wheelchair by a nurse, a doctor at her heels. The kid still looked pretty out of it, but now he was sure it was because of the pain meds.
"You must be Harvey Specter," the doctor said, shaking hands with the lawyer.
"Yeah. How is he doing?"
"Right now we have him doped on medications for the pain, but he's gonna be fine. He's gonna need to be in someone's care for a few days though. The concussion was only mild and as long as he is woken up every hour, he can sleep which is what he really needs. We stitched up the gash, but I'd like him to come in for a checkup in seven days. His lungs still had some fluid in them so I've prescribed antibiotics to clear it up. His ribs will heal on his own, but again, he'll need to be on bed rest and no strenuous activities for three to six weeks. I've prescribed pain medications as well for that. His temperature was at 87°F when he came in but it's climbing after we gave him intravenous fluids via I.V. Just keep him warm for the next twelve hours."
Harvey glanced at Mike who was blinking to focus his drugged up vision. He smirked, shaking his head. "Thank you." He took the wheelchair from the nurse and pocketed Mike's medications. He wheeled Mike out to the car where Ray was waiting and he and the driver helped the kid into the back. Once he was settled, Harvey got in from the other side and they drove off towards the condo.
"How are you feeling, Mike?"
The blonde closed his eyes and crossed his arms, resting his forehead against the window. "Sssso amazing," he slurred.
Harvey snorted as Mike curled against the door and drifted off. He pat the man's leg before relaxing himself. It had been a long ass day and he was glad it was finally over. "I'm glad you're okay, kid." I won't let anything like this happen to you again.
Mike hummed. "Wouldn't be…where I am…without you."
The older lawyer smirked. Literally. And he wouldn't be where he was without Mike. They needed each other and there was no denying that.
FIN
I don't know much about boats, so I apologize if anything is wrong.
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