Shatter

Prompt for: Andi: Mike gets thrown into a window (or mirror), but instead of tiny shards of glass cutting him, he gets impaled by a large piece of glass and is bleeding to death.

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Mike knew they had fucked up. Well, the client- Derek Mathias, an ex-MMA fighter- had fucked up by not divulging the fact that he took money and drugs from the plaintiff awhile back, so he was far from innocent. Of course, that didn't stop Derek from blaming them…more so Harvey from blaming him. This was just like his first case. He should've basically interrogated Derek to make sure he knew everything about him inside and out. He was definitely going to get reamed out when they got back to the car…or if Harvey really wanted to torture him, he'd wait silently until they got back to the firm. Mike shuddered at the thought; he should've stayed in bed today. His head and chest had been killing him and he was sure that the week of all-nighters was finally catching up to him. Mike scrubbed his eyes, willing the headache to go away and trying to tune out the opposing counsel's nasally voice.

"You might want to do more research on your drug addict next time, Harvey. You should be careful on who you pick to represent or pretty soon you'll be out of business."

"Assuming there is a next time," the plaintiff smirked as they began gathering their things to leave.

"Once you change your mind on settling, you got my number," the counselor smiled, patting Harvey on the shoulder as they walked out the door.

Mike glanced at over at Derek and Harvey nervously. Both were ready to explode in anger. The second the opposing group left, Derek shot up from the chair with a shout.

"What the hell! What happened to 'there's no doubt we're going to win, Derek' or 'you chose the right lawyers, Derek'? I knew I should've gone to Bratton and Gould!"

"Then go!" Harvey snapped. "There was no doubt, but you kept things from us which we specifically told you not to do, therefore, it's on you!"

Mike was shocked. He had never seen Harvey blame a client before…at least to their face.

"You never asked. That was seven years ago!"

"So? They clearly remember, why couldn't you? Too high at the time? I knew there was something wrong with you when you said no other lawyer would touch you."

"Excuse me?!" Derek fumed.

Mike winced, the shouting irritating his head. He stood up from the chair, hoping to diffuse the situation before it escalated any further.

"You are my lawyer, you can't talk to me like that," Derek continued.

"Well if you're gonna continue to keep secrets from us like the shady person that you are, maybe you should go find another one. Maybe your back-alley brother that got you into this mess in the first place."

"You son of a bitch."

"Mike, come on we're done. Derek, if you change your mind and decide to be straight with us, you know where to find me."

Derek growled. There was no way he was getting out of this…he might as well take down a few people in the process. As Harvey turned his back, he went to lunge for his neck.

Mike had no idea what happened, but one moment things were fine and the next, their client was gunning for Harvey's throat. From instinct to be loyal and protect his boss, he quickly pushed the older man out of the way.

"Harvey, look out!" His neck suddenly hurt, oxygen being cut off and his vision going dark for a split second. When he opened his eyes, he found that his feet were off the ground, Harvey was staring at him with absolute panic in his eyes and Derek was strangling him, seeming intent on taking his life.

"Mike!" Harvey shouted. "Derek, what are you doing? Let him go."

"No, it's an eye for an eye. You destroy my life, I'll destroy his."

Mike choked and gasped, legs flailing and his fingers weakly trying to pry Derek's hands from his throat. The edges of his vision began tunneling, stars dancing across his eyes and his head felt like a balloon ready to pop. He could hear Harvey's voice, but he couldn't make out the words.

"Derek, I swear to god, if you don't let him go-"

"What will you do, huh? See what happens."

Harvey's heart frantically pounded against his chest; Mike was dying. His pained face was turning purple and his eyes were rolling to the back of his head. He was gasping like a fish out of water, his grip on Derek's hands weakening gradually. People began gathering outside of the office and he prayed someone was competent enough to call the police. He sighed, putting his hands up in surrender.

"You want to go down for this, too, Derek? I'm telling you now, a murder sentence is a lot longer than the one you might have now. Please…just let him go."

"You want me to let him go? Fine."

Before Harvey had a chance to speak, much less relax, Derek lifted Mike up higher before propelling him towards the window like a ragdoll.

"No!" Harvey stepped forward, but it was too late. Mike's body crashed through the window, the glass splintering and shattering into a million pieces. Thankfully, they were on the ground floor; any higher up- like their own firm- would've instantly killed the kid. Though it was still possible. Mike was now lying motionless on the sidewalk, surrounded by shards of glass and people that had been walking by. And though he wanted to beat the shit out of Derek right now, Mike's wellbeing was more important. Harvey jumped through the window and quickly went to his associate's side, not caring that the pieces of glass were digging into his knees. The blonde was lying motionlessly on side, his face pale and littered with tiny cuts. A gigantic bruise from Derek's hand was forming on his neck and there was a bleeding gash on the side of his head from where it met the concrete mere seconds ago.

"Mike?" Harvey pressed a finger to his throat. His heartbeat was fast but weak, not to mention his breathing was raspy. The kid seemed relatively fine, though, probably the worst injury he had being an obvious concussion, lots of bruises and a sore throat. Now to get him conscious.

"Mike." He gently pat the blonde's cheek before cupping his face with both hands. "Come on, kid, wake up." He was afraid to move the guy at all in case there were other injuries he couldn't see. Why wasn't he waking up?

"Shit, did someone call 911?"

"They should be here in ten minutes," a voice said. At least someone had a brain. He leaned closer to the blonde's ear. "Mike, goddammit, wake up before I pour water on your face."

That seemed to do the trick, because a few moments later, a groan passed through Mike's bloody lips and his eyes started fluttering open.

"Mike? Mike, can you hear me, kid?"

The blonde moaned again before suddenly inhaling sharply. "Oh my g-god…it h-hurts." He choked a sob, tears burning his eyes and clenching his teeth together. "Ha-Harvey!"

"Hey, take it easy. Just breathe, you're gonna be okay. Now tell me what hurts."

Mike inhaled and exhaled shakily. "Ev-Everything…everything h-hurts. Wh-What happened?"

"Don't worry about that right now. Tell me what hurts the most."

Mike swallowed thickly. "My…My s-side…it feels weird."

"I'm gonna take a quick look, okay?"

"K-Kay."

The second Harvey lifted Mike's jacket, he saw red…a lot of it. But not where it was coming from. His eyes widened, dread spreading through his chest.

"Mike, I gotta roll you over, okay? It might hurt a bit."

"Yep."

Harvey hated how Mike gasped and yelped in pain as he carefully rolled him over on his back. He prayed he wasn't making things worse for the kid; and what Harvey saw when he pushed the jacket flap away, his heart dropped to the floor. "Damn."

"W-What…what is it?" Mike asked with an unsteady voice.

Before Harvey could tell him not to, Mike tucked his chin into his chest. He almost passed out from what he saw; a large piece of glass was protruding from his right side at an upward angle.

"Holy…holy fuck. Harvey…t-take it out."

"No, you're supposed to be smart, you know that's not the right thing to do. You don't know what its hit. It could be the only thing stopping you from bleeding any faster than you are."

"But it…h-hurts."

"I know kid, I know. Whatever you do don't-"

But Mike shifted, arching his back and that's when it went downhill. Mike's breath caught in his throat and his eyes went wide in shock. It was suddenly very difficult to take in oxygen. It felt like air was draining from his lungs. "H-Har…" he coughed.

The older man could hear whistling over the blonde's frantic wheezing, and he knew Mike had punctured a lung. Shit. Where the hell was that ambulance? Then there was blood. Lot's of it…blossoming on Mike's torn, white button up. And then when the younger man coughed, more began coming from his mouth and splattering onto his face.

"Oh fuck," Harvey choked. Mike was drowning in his own blood. He turned the blonde's head, hoping to make it easier for him to breathe.

"C-Cold…Harv…m'cold."

"Shit…alright, just hang on, Mike. You're gonna be okay."

Mike blinked furiously, his eyes threatening to close. He was so tired, he just wanted to sleep.

"Mike, stay awake," Harvey barked, patting the man's cheek. "Please, it's just a little longer."

Mike didn't even realize he had shut his eyes; he was so out of it. His world was spinning, voices were far away and distorted and his body felt numb. He was dying.

"But m'tired," he slurred. His breaths were becoming labored and slow.

"I don't care. You stay awake or else you'll be working for Louis for a month."

"You won't…make me…all t-talk."

Harvey laughed. "Just you wait and see."

"F'I even m-make it."

"Don't…don't talk like that. You're gonna be fine. You don't have my permission not to be." But he was getting worried; Mike's condition was getting worse. Shock was setting in and the man's body was shaking violently.

"N-Not how I…imagined d-dying."

"Mike, stop talking. You need to save your breath," Harvey hissed. "You're not dying. Not on my watch." Then he realized something; Mike got in between him and Derek. Derek had been aiming for him which meant this should be him. Oh god.

"Why did you get in the way, Mike? What the hell were you thinking?"

"I…I don't know…guess I wasn't."

Harvey scoffed. "That seems to be a thing with you lately."

Mike let out a puff of air that sounded like a laugh before his eyes started to roll to the back of his head. Harvey slapped his cheek again. "Hey, no, come on. Eyes open. Look, I can hear the ambulance now."

"T-Tired. Lemme sleep. I'll wake up, p-promise."

"I don't believe you, come on, you should know people with blood loss and a concussion shouldn't sleep."

Mike forced his eyes to stay open, but it was a struggle. He could hear the fear in Harvey's voice, not to mention see it in his eyes. Weird…Harvey never acted scared before. He groaned, feeling himself drifting into the darkness.

Harvey looked up as the ambulance pulled up to the curb. Finally…thank god

"You're gonna be just fine, kid. They're gonna…" but when he looked down at his associate, his blood ran cold. Mike's head had lolled to the side, his eyes were closed, face even paler than it had been, and he wasn't moving.

"Mike?" Harvey leaned forward to hear if he was breathing. He wasn't. With shaky fingers, he went to go feel for a pulse, praying to fucking god the kid didn't just quit on him.

"No…Mike? Mike!" He slapped the man's pale face frantically, praying to get some sort of response. But, how could he? Mike's heart wasn't even beating. "Mike, come on, don't do this! Goddammit, why don't you ever listen to me?" He felt tears burn his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Oh fuck, this couldn't be happening right now; Mike couldn't be dead. "Mike, please."

"We'll take it from here, sir."

Harvey's head snapped up at the voice and saw that the paramedics were now surrounding them. He swallowed thickly. "He's not…he doesn't have a pulse."

The older looking medic nodded before the team immediately got to work.

"Alright, we need pressure bandages and an AED; Ace, start compressions. We need to stop the bleeding, stabilize that glass, and a re-inflate his lung."

Harvey reluctantly stood back and watched numbly as the paramedics worked to save Mike's life. They poked and prodded, sticking tubes and wires into his body while performing CPR and getting the AED ready. It seemed like hours before they were able to get him back, though he still wasn't breathing or conscious and that terrified Harvey to the core. Once Mike was loaded onto the ambulance, Harvey snapped out of his shock and all he felt was anger…pure rage. He spun around to see Derek sitting down, head in his hands and a couple police officers talking to him. Growling and seeing red, Harvey stormed back through the window and the next thing he knew, his hand was throbbing and bleeding, Derek was on the ground cupping a freshly bleeding nose and an officer was holding him back. Did he just punch the guy?

"You don't want to do that, sir," the cop said. "Unless you want to be taken in, too."

Harvey clenched his jaw; definitely wasn't worth it. "Alright, I'm fine."

"You got what you wanted," he hissed and pointed a finger at Derek once the cop let go of him. "You're getting new lawyers, but you better get some damn good ones, because I'm gonna bury you so deep in lawsuits, you'll never see the surface again. And if Mike dies, I swear to god I'll kill you with my own two hands. I don't care what happens to me, I'll have nothing to lose." With that, he left while pulling out his phone to call Ray. Thankfully, the man was already on his way since the meeting was scheduled to end in ten minutes. The whole ride to the hospital, Harvey was sick to his stomach. He could feel his body shaking in anger and fear, but the more he thought about what happened…the more he looked down at his blood covered hands- Mike's blood- the more distant he became…numb. He was scared and that was a feeling he didn't have often. Mike could die. There had been so much blood…how could a person survive after losing that much blood? He couldn't believe he let the kid get in the way like that…sacrificing himself for him. Him. He didn't deserve that. Harvey swallowed the lump in his throat and closed his eyes, trying to control his breathing and prevent himself from having a total breakdown. What was he gonna tell Donna? Or if Mike didn't make it, what would he tell the kid's grandmother? Oh god.

"Harvey?"

He blinked; was someone was calling his name?

"Harvey!"

He lifted his head and glanced around. The car had stopped, and Ray was staring at him worriedly. "Huh?"

"You alright?"

No, he wasn't alright. Mike died in his arms for god sakes. He cleared his throat. "Um yeah. W-Why'd we stop?"

"We're at the hospital."

Harvey looked out the window and sure enough, they were in front of Presbyterian. When had that happened? Did he black out? He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Thanks." Harvey pulled himself out of the car and quietly walked into the building. He felt at a loss; for once in his life, he didn't know what to do.

"Harvey! Harvey, are you with me?"

He blinked and Donna's face suddenly appeared in his vision. "Donna? How…"

"Ray called me. Jesus, look at you."

Harvey swallowed; he knew what she was talking about. The blood. He glanced down at his shaking hands that were caked with dried blood. And the smell…it was nauseating. "Shit."

"We need to get you cleaned up, just sit." Donna pushed the older man into a chair and went up to the reception desk. A few moments later, she returned, but Harvey couldn't look her in the eyes. He didn't want her to see how weak he was.

"The nurse said there are showers downstairs that you can use. I brought you some clothes from the office."

He nodded, not saying a word and keeping his head down.

"Harvey please look at me."

He let out a shuddering breath before doing so.

"I don't know what happened and I have a feeling I don't want to or that you don't want to retell it, but I'm here and ready to listen."

Harvey was shocked; usually Donna demands answers…how bad did he really look? He pressed his lips together, attempting to give her a reassuring smile, but he doubted that it reached his cheeks. The woman returned it sadly while cupping his cheek before giving him the bag and directions of where to go. Five minutes later found Harvey standing underneath the scalding hot spray of water, eyes closed so that he wouldn't see the red liquid swirling on the floor and into the drain. The water was burning his skin, but he didn't care; he needed to get Mike's blood off him. Harvey scrubbed his hands raw until it was all gone, but even as he stepped out and toweled off, he could still smell the metallic scent. It was sickening and he could no longer hold back the vomit that had been itching to appear the moment things took a turn for the worse. When he finished retching in the sink, he wiped his mouth before clearing the mirror to get a look at himself. He looked like shit. His eyes were bloodshot and red rimmed, standing out against his colorless face. At least the blood was gone, but he was never gonna be able to get rid of the image of Mike's lifeless, bloodied body from his head. Sniffing, he furiously blinked away the tears welling in his eyes, washing a hand over his face and clearing his throat. Pull yourself together, Specter. Once he was sure he could pass off as fine, Harvey got dressed and went back up to the waiting room. He had been down there for almost an hour, so it wasn't long before Mike's doctor appeared.

The doctor, Simon Ritzman had them sit down, the expression on his face none other than sympathy. That wasn't a good sign. Donna tightly gripped Harvey's hand, but he had no energy to squeeze back. He was too nervous.

"How is he?" Donna asked when the older lawyer was unable to form words.

"I'm afraid Mike is in critical condition," Dr. Ritzman began. "It could go either way at this point, but we're gonna do everything we can so that he pulls through. The glass pierced diagonally and upwards, hitting his lung and nearly getting his heart. He lost a lot of blood, most of it internally, going into his right lung and chest cavity. He's still unable to breathe on his own as we are currently repairing it and his system is extremely weak. He also obtained some smaller stab wounds on his back, nicking his kidney. There are a few broken ribs, a concussion, a cracked skull and swollen larynx. Unfortunately, due to the trauma and massive blood loss, some organs are failing. His heartrate is weak, and we've had to put him on dialysis until his kidney heals. If it doesn't, he is able to live with one, thankfully, but it's going to be touch and go for a few days."

"Jesus Christ," Harvey muttered.

"When can we see him?" Donna said tearfully.

"In about an hour or two. They're still finishing up surgery and then he'll be in post-op for twenty-four hours. We'll move him to a private room after that, once we're sure he's stable. You can sit with him for half an hour today and regular hours after he's moved. As for right now, you can sit tight, grab a coffee or some food or go home for a bit since it'll be some time before a nurse comes to get you. Even when you do get to see him, he's under heavy sedation and I won't feel comfortable lowering the dosage until he's out of the woods or at least breathing without aid. I apologize for the long list, I know it's a lot to take in, but like I said, we're going to do everything we can. Do you have any questions or concerns for me to answer before I go back?"

Donna glanced at Harvey whose face was pale and appeared heartbroken. "Um, no thank you."

Dr. Ritzman smiled sadly before bobbing his head and leaving. The redhead sighed heavily, still clutching Harvey's hand.

"Alright, come on, I'll buy you a coffee."

The two went downstairs to the small cafeteria and Donna brought two cups over to a table. She took a few sips, but Harvey just stared at it quietly.

"Hey…what happened?" She said after a few moments of silence.

Harvey swallowed and took a deep breath. "The meeting was going to shit…" he recounted what happened up until the part where Mike was thrown through the glass.

"Oh my god," Donna choked.

"That stupid bastard got in front of me. Why the hell would he do that?"

"I'm gonna kill him," Donna muttered.

Harvey wiped both hands down his face and laughed humorlessly. "Well, Derek might've beaten you to that."

"Harvey, you can't think like that. The doctor is optimistic, we just have to wait and pray. Mike is as stubborn as you are, he's not gonna give up without a fight."

Harvey bobbed his head and rubbed his eyes. He was so exhausted; all his energy had been completely drained and clearly Donna could tell.

"We're not gonna be able to see him for a couple hours, why don't you go home and rest. He's not going anywhere."

"And neither am I," Harvey snapped.

"Harvey-"

"I'm fine. I'm not gonna be able to sleep anyways." He chugged his coffee before getting up to leave and clear his head. He was pissed at Mike for doing what he did, pissed at himself for not protecting him better, pissed at their now ex-client and overall terrified. He couldn't lose Mike; not like this…not when it could've been prevented. He would never forgive himself for this.

Two Hours Later

"Son of a bitch," Harvey muttered as he and Donna stood over Mike's bed. The kid looked really bad…he looked like he really was dying. His face had no color besides all the little cuts, his lips were tinged blue, and the bruise on his neck had darkened to almost black. A breathing tube was protruding from his mouth and electrodes were taped to his temples as well as his bare chest. Bandages were wrapped around his torso and down to his waist where the bedsheet had stopped. Large machines surrounded his bed, making him appear small and vulnerable…broken.

"Poor kid," Donna sniffed, clutching the blonde's hand in both of hers.

Harvey bit the inside of his cheek. "This should be me."

"Harvey-"

"I never should've pissed off Derek knowing what he's capable of. I cussed him out, insulted his brother…he was so angry that we were losing, and I just turned my back…giving Mike the opportunity to do what he did." The kid never would've talked to the client like that; he would've tried calming him down, reasoning with and assuring him that they were gonna take care of it no matter the bump in the road. Damn pup always wearing his heart on his sleeve.

Donna didn't know what to say, seeming that telling Harvey it wasn't his fault was doing little to persuade him. They just sat there in silence for half an hour until they were asked to leave. After much persuasion on Harvey's part, the two went their sperate ways, agreeing to see each other when they were able to be with Mike tomorrow. The second Harvey got home, his bravado melted, and he grabbed a bottle of Scotch before sinking onto the kitchen floor.

"I'm sorry, Mike. I'm so sorry."

Time passed quickly. It got darker, the bottle became emptier and the amount of times his phone rang kept building. He was surprised Donna hadn't shown up and broken down the door yet. Once there was only a fourth of the liquid left in the bottle, it was nearing midnight and he decided to call it quits…now if he could just make it to the bedroom, he could try to get some shuteye. He managed to get to the couch before giving up due to the spinning room. Crawling onto the cushions, Harvey passed out knowing he would regret it come the morning. He just prayed it'd help him forget.

Barely three hours later, he woke up in a cold sweat from a nightmare…one of Mike dying in his arms, bleeding out until he was nothing but a cold, empty corpse…his normally bright blue eyes empty and lifeless. Even though it was nearing three in the morning he couldn't fall back asleep. He showered, paced, tried to watch television, but all he could think about was how much longer it would be before he could see Mike again. It was frustrating, it should be the other way around. Mike was dying and he was here. It wasn't right…he was supposed to be the protector.

~+SUITS+~

The giant cup of coffee did nothing to quell Harvey's pounding headache from his hangover. He also knew he looked like shit, due from the expression on Donna's face when they met at the hospital. He didn't care though; he would feel a lot better once he got to sit with his associate.

"How is he doing?" Harvey asked as they were led by Dr. Ritzman to Mike's new room in the ICU.

"Holding his own. He's still not out of the woods, though, and we'll be checking in on him periodically. Hopefully in a few days or so, his condition will improve, and we can lower the sedation we have him on. But like I said, it could go either way right now. All we can do is wait."

And wait, they did. For five days, Harvey barely left Mike's side. The kid looked worse than he did before…maybe because he was wasting away…dying. All they could do was hope and pray. Hope and pray that Mike wouldn't quit on them and that he would last until the next day and the next. Thankfully, as time passed, Mike got a little stronger. He could breathe on his own and they took him off dialysis, his kidney no longer failing. Big machines were removed, leaving an oxygen mask and more wires in their place. His heartrate was still weak, and his brainwaves were low, but Harvey was glad the blonde was just pushing through. Until, that is, Dr. Ritzman came into the room with a concerned look on his features.

"What's wrong?" Harvey questioned, the smile falling from his lips. He had been talking to Mike, even though he probably couldn't hear him, telling him a story about his college years. "Is Mike okay?"

"I'm not sure. We lowered the sedative two days ago and he should've come to by now." Dr. Ritzman walked over to the bed and Harvey shifted nervously. Things had been going so well. Mike was getting better…wasn't he?

The doctor lifted the blonde's eyelids, gleaming a penlight into his eyes. "Damn."

"What…what is it?"

"I should've known with his brainwaves being so low. Nurse!"

Harvey stood up from his chair, becoming impatient. "What's wrong with him? Tell me."

"His pupils aren't reacting…I'm afraid he might be in a coma."

"What?"

Nurses filed in and once the doctor informed them of what was happening, they began to unlock the bed. "We're gonna take him down for some tests and see what we're dealing with."

"But-"

"Just sit tight, Mr. Specter. We'll be back shortly."

Before Harvey had a chance to say anymore, they were gone, leaving him in the empty room. The immense feeling of dread loomed over him like a dark cloud. Mike was supposed to be getting better; why couldn't he just get better?

~+SUITS+~

It was confirmed. There was some residual swelling in Mike's brain causing him to fall into a coma. The doctor said it was a light one, but a coma was a coma, it made no difference to Harvey. The blonde was wasting away; his face was still pale, eyes appearing sunken when underlined by dark shadows. His breathing was raspy, and all his bruises had turned a sickening shade of yellowish-green.

"Mike," he sighed, gripping the man's arm. "Please, wake up. I need you. God, I never thought I would have to use those words in the same sentence. Look what you've made me become. I used to be a cold-hearted douchebag and now…" He ran a hand through his hair in distress.

"Still nothing?" Donna asked sadly as she came in, handing the older lawyer a coffee.

"No."

The woman sat down with a huff and brushed Mike's blonde hair back from his sweaty forehead. "This kid is killing us."

"I should've known he would the second I hired him," Harvey muttered. They sat in silence for a moment before he leaned back in his chair. "What if he doesn't wake up. It's been two weeks; what are we supposed to do, go on with our lives while he just lays here on his deathbed?"

"Harvey, he'll be okay, he's going to wake up. You have to believe that."

He just shook his head before burying his face in his hands. He was facing the real possibility that the kid may never come back to them…that his actions actually caused someone to get hurt.

"If I had never pissed Derek off, we wouldn't be here right now."

Donna sighed before grabbing Mike's hand and then Harvey's. he was never going to get over this. Even if Mike himself had said it wasn't his fault, he wouldn't believe it. This was destroying the man and it was killing her to watch it happen.

~+S+~

Days passed and Harvey began to lose hope. And as much as he wanted to stay with his kid, he figured his energy- what was left of it anyways- would be better spent suing the shit out of Derek. And when the guy tried to talk to him, it took everything he had not to strangle him. Mike almost died because of him. The kid was in a coma and may never wake up because of him. Not that he was blameless either. After the hearing, Harvey went to the bathroom to cool off, wanting a drink- or ten- and a punching bag. Maybe he should go to the gym before he took his anger out on someone innocent or the wall. Once he splashed water on his face and dried it, he pulled out his phone to call Donna to get an update on Mike. But the woman beat him to it. He answered it quickly, his worry increasing. There were only two reasons why she'd call.

"Donna…is it Mike? Is he okay?" He dashed out of the bathroom, loosening his tie and top buttons.

"He's awake."

His heart skipped a beat; finally, after two weeks, Harvey had a reason to be happy again. However, would it be enough to alleviate his overbearing guilt for sending the kid here in the first place?

Three Hours Later

"Ugh."

"Mike?" The blonde had woken up earlier and the doctor had done some routine tests and questions which, afterwards, made him exhausted and fall asleep. Not that he had been lucid anyways; he did just wake up from a fourteen-day coma. He just hoped the kid recognized them. "Hey, can you hear me?"

The younger man's lids fluttered, his eyes rolling around underneath. His fingers gripped the sheet as he groaned hoarsely, and Harvey pressed his lips together before gently grasping the blonde's fingers.

"That's it, kid, open your eyes."

"Hmm?"

Mike was in pain and exhausted. He didn't know why his head hurt so much either. He heard lots of noises: voices, beeping, shuffling feet, clicking and he could smell chemicals. Hospital. He peeled open his eyes and he was met with a blurry, bright light. He whimpered, slamming his lids shut.

"Shit, hang on, let me turn those off."

Mike's brow furrowed; that voice was familiar.

"Okay, the lights are off."

Mike tried again and found the room dimmer.

"You with me?"

The blonde looked to his right. Oh right, that's why the voice was familiar. He tried to speak, but nothing came out besides a squeak, followed by a coughing fit.

Harvey quickly sat the younger man sit up while grabbing a cup with a straw and helping him take a few sips. When Mike was finished, he laid back on the pillows with a grimace, massaging his sore throat.

"That's probably because of the breathing tube you had for a week in a half. It'll go away soon."

Mike looked at him quizzically. "B-Breathing…tube? What…what happened t-to me?"

"What's the last thing you remember?" Harvey shifted uncomfortably. He hoped not too much of his memory was gone.

Mike squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think. "Um…we were going to see the client, right?"

"Yeah." Good so far.

"I had this pounding headache and I wasn't feeling well. And that's it…the rest is blank." How did I end up here?"

Shit, that was all the kid remembered? Guess he couldn't ream him out yet about sacrificing himself. Well, maybe it was a good thing.

"Harvey…what happened to me?"

The older man sighed. "The short version is that we were at the deposition, Derek got pissed because things weren't going well…and he threw you into the window."

Mike's eyes went wide. "He wh-what?" He went to go sit up quickly, but the second he did, there was a sharp pain that shot up through his side. He grimaced and bit back a gasp; his body was suddenly aching and hot. He felt like shit and it seemed that Harvey noticed.

"Hey…are you feeling alright?"

The blonde swallowed thickly. "Um…n-no…not r-really. Everything hurts." He closed his eyes.

Harvey wondered if this was normal. "Why don't you go to sleep, you went through a lot. You probably just need to take it easy for a few more days."

Mike hummed and laid back tenderly on the pillows. Though, the next time he woke up, he felt ten times worse; it felt like he had been hit by a truck multiple times before being thrown into a pit of fire. Is this what hell felt like? He wouldn't be surprised if he died and ended up there. He didn't exactly lead an innocent life.

"Harvey…something's wrong. I think we need to get a doctor in here. He's burning up."

Wait, was that Donna? She would never get sent to hell and even if she did, she'd be able to con her way out of it. He suddenly felt a calloused yet cold hand touch his forehead. It was nice.

"Damn, you're right."

Harvey? Him being in hell made sense. He had to see this for himself. Peeling open his eyes, he was met with a bright light, a pounding head, and blurry shapes. His throat was parched, and his skin felt clammy. Mike groaned…he needed water.

"Mike? Honey, can you hear me?" Donna said, appearing in front of him, forehead creased. "Harvey's gonna go get the doctor, okay?"

He moaned again and he felt her hand cup his cheek. He leaned into it as he gripped the sheets, pain crashing through his entire body. What was wrong with him? Why did he feel this way?

"What's going on?" Dr. Ritzman came in, followed by two nurses and Harvey.

"Heart rate is rising, temperature at 105," the nurse said. "He's going into shock; it definitely looks like an infection.

The doctor nodded. "Let's lower his gown and look at the incision site."

The nurses did so, and Harvey couldn't help but wince at all the fading bruises still littering his body. They removed the bandages and found that the area was red and slightly distended.

"We're gonna need to take him down to get an MRI and see what we're dealing with."

It wasn't long before they were informed Mike needed surgery. There had been a piece of glass that dislodged itself when he moved suddenly which caused some slight internal bleeding. It had been missed during the first surgery and had been in his side the whole time. Harvey wasn't impressed, but if Mike was gonna be fine, then he didn't care.

Two hours later, the blonde was returned to the room, looking pale but relatively better. He even felt it, too, when he woke up; his side was no longer burning, the fever and chills were gone and he felt lucid.

"Feeling better, kid?" Harvey smirked.

Sitting up against the pillows, Mike returned the smile, though tiredly. "Little sore, but yeah. I just can't wait to get out of here."

"Don't think you'll be going to work anytime soon, you're on bedrest until your wounds heal."

Mike rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. So…what happened with Derek?"

Harvey sighed. "He's in jail awaiting trial. His court appointed attorney sucked and he ended up losing both cases."

"Seriously?"

"Hey, don't feel bad for him. He deserved it, especially since he tried to kill you."

Mike nodded, but he noticed Harvey was acting weird…like he was holding something back, but he was too tired to question it. The older man forced a smile when he realized the blonde was trying to read him. Crap. "The important thing is that you're okay. It was close; way too close. Don't scare us like that again."

Mike grinned wearily, his eyes drooping. "Knew you cared."

Harvey snorted. "Shut up."

Six Days Later

Mike had been staying at Harvey's since he had been discharged from the hospital three days ago and he was feeling trapped and frustrated. Harvey was really getting on his nerves. He wouldn't let him go to work, let alone leave the condo, he wouldn't let him help with paperwork and wouldn't stop hovering. Mike realized he had been hurt badly, but fuck, he had been out of the coma for nearly a week now; he was fine, he didn't need to be babysat. It was weird seeing this side of Harvey; he made it a point every other day that he didn't care so, why was he acting this way? He couldn't take it anymore. When Harvey basically denied his hundredth request to go home, he had enough.

"What the fuck is your problem!?" Mike shouted, jumping up from the stool.

Harvey frowned. "Excuse me?"

"Why are you keeping me a prisoner here? You won't let me do anything for god sakes, I'm not a child, I don't need to be fucking hovered over every goddamn second!"

"Mike, I've only been trying to help."

"I don't need your help!"

"Fine! Then fucking leave!" Harvey shouted. "You've been a pain in my ass all week anyways."

Mike laughed humorlessly. "Me?! I would've left days ago if you weren't keeping me hostage! I knew you were a controlling bastard at work, but are you so bored and alone in your miserable life that you have to make mine hell?"

Harvey clenched his jaw. "Get out."

Mike scoffed. "Gladly." He grabbed his bag that was at the end of the couch and put on his shoes before storming down the hall towards the door.

As Harvey watched the blonde leave, he dragged a hand down his face, the surge of anger passing. "Dammit. Mike!" He followed the kid out the door, surprised at how fast he was able to move despite still being in recovery. He rounded the corner and found the younger lawyer waiting at the elevator.

"Mike, stop."

Mike turned, looking tired, but could still pull of a cold glare. "What."

"I'm sorry, you're right. I shouldn't be keeping you here. The doctor even said you were clear to be on your own three days ago, but…"

"But what?"

"I couldn't…because I'm partially the reason why you got hurt."

Mike's face relaxed, anger replaced with confusion. "What do you mean?"

Harvey sighed. He got the blonde to come back inside and then told him what led up to the whole mess. "I felt…I still feel really guilty, Mike. That's why I've been acting the way I have. Every time I close my eyes, I see you bleeding out…dying. It's all I can think about. If I never would've gotten Derek mad, you wouldn't be here."

Mike remained silent for a few moments, looking at the floor. "Well, that and the fact that I jumped in between you two."

"Yeah, and if you ever do that again, I'll kill you myself. I don't need…I don't want you to fight my battles. I pissed him off, therefore I should've been the one breaking a pane of glass with my body."

Mike shifted carefully. "Well, next time I'll let you take one for the team."

Harvey snorted.

"Seriously though. I don't blame you, so you can stop feeling responsible. And I'm sorry for what I said earlier; I didn't mean it."

Harvey shrugged. "Sure, you did, but it was all true."

Mike smirked, sitting back on the couch.

"I meant what I said, though. You are and always will be a pain in my ass."

Mike rolled his eyes but grinned. "So…you were worried about me. That's why you kept me here? Cause you care?"

"Hardly. I just know you'd injure yourself if you were alone and end up in the hospital again, thus prolonging the time you'd be able to come back to work. I can't wait forever, you know."

"Yeah, sure."

Mike chuckled and Harvey did the same before speaking. "So, if you want to leave, you can. I can call Ray to bring you home."

Mike hesitated. "I mean, I can stay one more night…if you order some pizza that is."

Harvey shook his head and scoffed.

The younger man grinned. "And if you really want to make it up to me, you'd get stuffed crust, too."

"You're unbelievable."

End.

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