Harm
Prompt for: WritingBRB: How about a story were Harvey finds out Mike is self-harming? (cutting himself) maybe because he's depressed after his Grammy's death?
Enjoy! Love me a vulnerable Mike!
Mike stared at himself in the mirror, shirtless and surprisingly skinny. He should probably start eating more. But that's not what he was focused on; it was his arms. He swallowed thickly and looked down at the old dark brown scars from the cuts he used to give himself years ago. There were dozens on each arm and even just looking at them made him ashamed. Granted, he had been an eleven year old who had just lost his parents, was dealing with the fact that he was a nerd/genius that didn't fit in anywhere and had depression so that didn't make things easier. He cut for a long time, hiding it from his Grammy until she accidently walked in on him in the bathroom. Several years of therapy and medication helped him stop, but…now his grandmother was gone. His Grammy was gone, Harvey had fired him and despite having amazing sex in the file room last night, Rachel said she needed some space to process the whole "never went to law school" confession. He had no one and being alone with nothing but his thoughts was a dangerous thing. Because now he was standing in front of his sink with a razor blade in his hand, trying to fight the urge to fall back into old habits. But he was weak…pathetic and weak. Mike pressed the blade down into his skin, dragging it back and watching the bright red blood emerge and trickle down into the basin. It felt so good and even though he knew that was a bad thing, it made his anxiety levels decrease. After letting the blood spill out some more, the blonde sighed and cleaned up before placing a small bandage on the cut. Time to get ready for a hellish day at work. Now that Harvey wanted nothing to do with him, all he could work on was the stuff Louis and the other partners dumped on his lap. Tiredly rubbing his eyes, Mike pulled on his shirt and tie and left the room.
A week passed and after multiple apologies and almost going to work for Louis, Harvey finally rehired him. It took a weight off Mike's shoulders, but not enough to stop cutting himself. Despite being back with Harvey, he still felt alone…the urges were still there. He screwed up; once he made the first cut, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop. He had been able to hide it well since he wore long sleeves all the time. He just would never be able to roll his them up anymore. He didn't do it as much, though, since he started working a lot, it kept him distracted and he was staying with Rachel more often now.
The day after Harvey rehired Mike, both Donna and the brunette knew something was different about the kid, they just couldn't pinpoint it. It could've been about his grandmother, but he looked like he lost weight, his face was pale and dark circles were lining under his eyes. There had to be something else.
"You should talk to him, Harvey," Donna said once Mike left to go to the file room. "Something is off with him."
"I'm sure he's fine."
Donna just gave him a look and he rolled his eyes. "You're the one who's best friends with his girlfriend, has she mentioned anything?"
The redhead sighed. "No. But I mean it. His grandmother died a few weeks ago, then Jessica threatened him, and you fired him, that's a lot to deal with in one month."
"He can handle it and he knows he can talk to me."
Donna scoffed. "Does he? You're not exactly inviting."
"Fine, I'll talk to him later, but right now we got work to do."
He walked off and Donna just shook her head in disbelief before going back to work. The rest of the day went by slow and Mike was exhausted. He couldn't wait to go home and sleep, but he had to finish this work for their case. Rachel was on a vacation with her parents, so he'd be spending more time at his own apartment…more time alone. Mike clenched his jaw; maybe he shouldn't leave. If he was by himself there, he knew what he'd do…but he was so tired, maybe putting his head down for a few moments would get him energized for the rest of the night. The blonde took of his suit jacket to use as a pillow and rolled up his sleeves. Just ten minutes and then back to work.
It was nearing eleven at night and just as Harvey was about to leave, he noticed Mike's things were still in his cubicle. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and turning away from the elevators, the brunette made his way towards the file room. He knew if he didn't talk to the kid, Donna would find out and kick his ass. Harvey swiped his card and stepped into the room. The lights were dim, some flickering and the vent was blowing hot air, already making him loosen his tie. He went to the back, expecting to find the kid buried in paperwork, but instead Mike was passed out, head resting on his suit jacket and arms outstretched. Harvey snorted and was about to reach over to wake the man up when he noticed something peculiar. He moved closer, a deep frown appearing on his face while staring at Mike's arms. It took less than a minute to recognize when he was seeing. He snapped up straight with small gasp, dread and fear filling his stomach. Razor cuts…dozens of them. Some looked really old, already formed into healed scars but there were some, at least six or seven that appeared new…brand new. He couldn't believe this.
"Mike."
The blonde grunted, sitting up quickly, blinking the sleep out of his eyes and blearily looking around. "Harvey, when did you get here?"
"Not long. Mike-"
"I'm sorry I fell asleep. I just needed a few minutes, I swear. I'll get this done by tomorrow."
"Mike-"
"I think I found something that could really help us knock the ball out of the park-"
"Mike, stop!"
"What? What's wrong?"
"Your arms."
The younger man froze, eyes going wide and the blood draining from his skin. He had been so focused on the work that he completely forgot about his sleeves being up. The cuts were showing, and Harvey had seen them.
"Mike!" Harvey snapped his fingers in front of the kid's face. "Talk to me, what the hell have you been doing to yourself?"
Mike avoided eye contact as he started to pull down his sleeves, but the older lawyer stopped him.
"Hey! Answer me!"
"Harvey I-" He felt like a deer in the headlights. He was so stupid. "I should go." He frantically started packing his things, hoping he could get out before being asked more questions. He was so embarrassed. Mike pushed back the chair and started to leave. He was definitely cutting when he got-
"Mike! Mike, stop, dammit. Stop!" Harvey grabbed the blonde's shoulders and spun him around. "Look at me!"
The younger man kept his head down for a moment before raising it. And instead of seeing anger in Harvey's eyes, he saw worry…sympathy.
"What's going on?"
"I don't want to talk about it," he mumbled.
"The hell you aren't," Harvey snapped. "Mike, this is serious. Why are you doing that to yourself?"
Mike's eyes watered, but he refused to cry in front of Harvey; it was more embarrassing than being exposed for this. He sighed. "Because it helps."
Harvey frowned. "Come on, we're going to my office."
Mike swallowed thickly, knowing he really had no choice as Harvey led him out of the file room and down the hall. Once they got into the office, Mike sat down on the couch while Harvey grabbed a bottle of scotch and two glasses out of the cabinet. After pouring the liquid, he handed a cup to Mike before sitting across from him in a chair. Mike cradled the drink in his hands, keeping his head down. They sat in silence for a few moments until the older man huffed.
"Mike, talk to me…please."
Whether it was the soft tone of the brunette's voice or the rare use of the word 'please', Mike caved, yet still avoiding his boss' eyes as his own vision blurred with tears. "After my parents died, I got really depressed and the only thing that made things better short of actually killing myself, was cutting. I did it for months before my grandmother caught me. I was able to stop after therapy and anti-depressants. Even when I got kicked out of college I didn't do it. I don't know, maybe because I had to put on a front for Grammy. Anyways, I don't know what happened, but something must've snapped a couple weeks ago. After her dying, you firing and icing me out and Rachel hating my guts after finding out my secret, it felt like my whole world was coming apart. I saw the scars and the feeling…the bad feeling came back and the only way to get rid of it was to do that."
"But I hired you back…I forgave you. Why are you still doing it?"
Mike shrugged before taking a drink. "Honestly? It was to feel something. Lately I've been feeling nothing but anxiety and depression…and I've been trying to hide it from everyone, especially you, because I didn't want you to think I was weak or pathetic. I didn't want to give you a reason to fire me again."
"Jesus, Mike, I would never…"
The blonde raised his head, and he was surprised to see that Harvey looked…sad.
"I would never have thought that of you. I wasn't there and you were suffering alone. And I understand why you didn't say anything, I don't exactly radiate emotions and caring and shit."
Mike chuckled, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'm sorry."
Harvey pressed his lips together. "It's fine…I mean it's not, it's actually very upsetting, but I am ordering you to stop. Get help, take meds, something, but you could seriously injure yourself if you're not careful. Promise me you'll stop."
Mike clenched his jaw. Harvey seemed genuinely hurt and scared by this newfound information. He promised his Grammy he'd stop mostly because he loved her and didn't want her upset or blame herself, so maybe he should do the same with Harvey. In a brotherly way, he sort of loved Harvey; the man had his back, most of the time at least, and now, he was the only family he had left.
"Okay…I promise."
The man seemed relieved. "Good and if you need anything at all or you're having one of those "bad feelings," you call me, understand? No matter what time it is, you call me."
Mike felt a weight lift from his shoulders that had been there since Jessica forced him to betray Harvey. Maybe he'd be okay after all.
~+SUITS+~
Mike yawned, wondering who could be knocking- well, more like pounding- on his and Rachel's door at ten o'clock at night. It had been a long day, long week actually, and he just wanted to relax for the weekend. Rachel was at dinner with her dad and probably wouldn't be back tonight which he was fine with. He loved the woman, but it was nice to have some alone time. God, if it was Harvey, he would be really annoyed. The blonde rubbed his eyes and opened the door. Louis Litt was the last person he expected to see.
"Hey…Louis, what are you doing here?" The man looked disheveled…and angry.
"They didn't tell you," Louis voice was low.
Mike frowned, heart beginning to race. "Tell me what?"
"Jessica made me name partner."
The blonde was confused. "But, uh…But…"
"But what? I resigned in shame? Well, that's all changed. And it's all because of you." Louis smirked darkly before holding up a key. The key. "Remember this?"
Mike was speechless, his mouth agape. What the hell was going on?
"No, you don't. Because you can't remember something you never knew. Cool to the end. Well, it doesn't matter, because Donna told me. And Harvey. And Jessica. When I told them that I knew that you were a fraud, boy did they run from you like you were the plague."
The young lawyer's mouth went dry, dread pooling in the pit of his stomach. No…this couldn't be happening. He swallowed, trying to keep his emotions steady. "What do you want?"
"I already got what I want from you. Name partner."
"You must want something else. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here."
Louis chuckled humorlessly. "See, that's what I love about you, Mike. Almost always a step ahead. What I want from you is to know that you're dead at my law firm."
"Y-You can't fire me."
The older man laughed again. "Why would I fire you…when I can break you?" Louis got closer, pressing a finger to Mike's chest. "You see, I'm gonna bury you under a mountain of shit so big you're going to be begging me to take it off. And all you'll have to do is say two simple words. The same words that you let me say to Harvey and Jessica. 'I resign.'"
"Louis, wait-"
"Better bring your A-game, because not only will I be burying you, but since you're not a lawyer, you'll be doing paralegal work, because that's what you are."
Before Mike could reply, Louis turned and left. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. The blonde shut the door, breaths coming out in frantic gasps. His legs felt like Jell-O and his vision was tunneling. Louis knows. Louis knows. Louis knows. He had to call Harvey…but he couldn't breathe. He was having an anxiety attack, that much was clear; he was terrified, but something else was surfacing. That bad feeling again…the one Harvey told him to call about. Mike stumbled over to the kitchen and grabbed the phone in his suddenly numb fingers. Cut yourself, do it. You'll feel so much better.
"No, no, no," he muttered before dialing Harvey's number, pacing frantically. "Pick up, pick up. Come on, Harvey."
"This is Harvey Specter, leave a message."
"Dammit!" His fingers trembled violently as he ran them through his hair. Mike redialed, hoping that maybe Harvey just didn't hear it the first time. Clearly he was busy, though, because he got the voicemail again which made his panic soar through the roof. His anxiety was looming over him like a dark storm cloud; he needed to cut. He knew it wasn't ideal, but Harvey wasn't answering like he said he would, so that was the only way to make things better.
"Harvey," he gasped. "Harvey, pick up…please. Louis…Louis knows and I'm freaking out. That feeling is back and I need help. Call me back." Mike then hung up, throwing the phone on the counter before striding back and forth. He was gonna give it a few minutes, hoping Harvey would see the message and call him immediately. However, five minutes passed, and he couldn't wait any longer. Screw him! Mike stormed to the bathroom and rummaged through the cabinet until he found a spare razor. It was a little rusty, but he didn't care; infection was the least of his problems right now. He knew he wasn't in the right state of mind to do this since his hands were unsteady, he was hyperventilating, and his vision was blurry. But he needed to feel better now! He didn't even register the deep, jagged semi-vertical cut he had made up his arm until he saw a copious amount of blood pouring out. Had his hands been shaking that badly?
"Oh no." Mike dropped the razor on the floor and grabbed a nearby towel, pressing it against the wound. It didn't seem like it was helping, though, as he quickly became lightheaded and dizzy. The man groaned, feeling nauseous. When he blinked, hoping to get rid of the feeling, the white cloth was suddenly soaked in red. He was bleeding too much too fast and he had no idea why.
"Shit." It was harder to breathe, harder to stand, harder to see. He could taste blood in his mouth; it felt like he was dying. Mike's knees went weak and he collapsed on the floor, crimson liquid still gushing. His vision grayed, sounds muffling, and he knew that if Harvey didn't hear his message and come soon, he was dead. He would die with everyone thinking he killed himself. Mike's breath hitched as his eyes began rolling to the back of his head. The last thing he saw was blood pooling in front of him on the tiles, reaching the carpet, before letting the darkness consume him.
~+S+~
Five Minutes Earlier
Harvey pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as he walked back from Jessica's office. This was a shit show; Louis knew Mike's secret…pretty much everyone's secret since they had all lied. The man yelled at Donna, blackmailing them into getting his name on the wall and what he was dreading was telling Mike come tomorrow. The kid had a rough year in addition to depression and the self-harm. This was just icing on the cake. Harvey stepped into his empty office, having sent a severely shaken Donna home, and sat at his desk with a heavy sigh. What the hell was he gonna do? His phone suddenly lit up and the brunette frowned, leaning forward to check what it was.
"Voicemail: Mike Ross."
There was suddenly uneasy feeling in Harvey's chest as he hastily put in his password and listened to the message intently. The second Mike spoke, Harvey jumped up, grabbed his keys, and bolted out of his office towards the elevators. Louis had gone to Mike. Mike was having a panic attack. Mike was going to cut himself again if he didn't get there soon. Hopping into his car, Harvey dialed the blonde's number. No answer.
"Fuck!" He tried again.
And again.
And again.
"Mike, answer the phone god dammit!" He pressed harder on the gas pedal, not caring that he was breaking a bunch of traffic laws. He needed to get to his kid immediately; he was in trouble.
Harvey stopped right in front of Mike and Rachel's building and jumped out of the vehicle, taking the stairs two at a time. His heart was racing as he rode the elevator, nervous about what he might find…nervous about being too late.
"Mike!" He banged on the door. "Mike, open up!" When he didn't get a response, Harvey growled in annoyance before grabbing the handle. Thankfully, it wasn't locked and the lawyer strode in, looking for the younger man. "Mike?" It was too quiet. It worried him. "Mike!" He stepped through the apartment, finding the blonde's phone on the kitchen counter before continuing towards the bathroom.
"Mike, I swear to god, if you're doing what I told you not to-" He opened the door and if felt like ice water was pouring into his veins. He could feel the color drain from his face at the sight before him. "No!" The blonde was lying motionless on the floor, blood coating his outstretched arm and pooling underneath it. The kid's face was pale, his lips were blue, and Harvey wasn't even sure he was breathing. "Oh my god." He quickly moved into action, grabbing a few bath towels while pulling out his phone and calling for an ambulance.
"Mike, what the hell did you do? Fuck!" There was a deep, ragged cut going from the man's wrist to the middle of his forearm. Blood was seeping out faster than he could staunch it with the cloths, no matter how hard he was pressing. "Jesus Christ."
"9-1-1, what is the location of your emergency?"
"576 West 84th Street. Fourth floor, apartment 407. My friend is bleeding out and he's not moving!"
"Is he breathing, sir?"
Harvey swallowed, leaning close and hovering his ear over Mike's mouth. His breaths were coming out short and raspy. It was weak and Harvey knew it was only a matter of time before it stopped all together. "Barely. You need to hurry; it won't stop bleeding."
"Alright, help is on the way. The medics will be there in five minutes."
"Thanks." He hung up and focused all his attention on the dying man in front of him. "Mike, come on, wake up you idiot." He slapped the blonde's face, smearing blood on his skin. There was so much blood. "Mike!"
Suddenly, there was a hoarse moan coming from the younger lawyer's mouth before his eyes sluggishly flickered open. Harvey's heart jumped.
"Hey, Mike, look at me." He cupped the man's cheek, turning his head. "Mike."
The blue eyes, glazed over and unfocused, roamed around until they landed on Harvey. He was so tired and cold and nauseous. Where was he? Why did he feel like he was dying? Because you are. You cut yourself, dumbass. He forced his eyes to stay open as they threatened to roll to the back of his head. Harvey was saying something, but the loud thumping of his heart made it impossible to hear.
"Mike, come on, say something."
The blonde wheezed, parting his lips. "H-Harv…v-vey…m's-sor…ry." That was all he managed to get out before what was left of his strength dissipated from his body. Mike's eyes flickered shut and his body went limp. Harvey froze in fear.
"Mike?" He shook the boy's shoulder. "Mike! Dammit, don't do this!" And just when he thought it couldn't get any worse. Mike began convulsing violently, head bouncing on the floor.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Harvey grabbed another towel and placed it underneath, wishing the medics would hurry the hell up. He didn't know what to do, Mike was very close to death and he felt completely helpless. Suddenly, when the seizure stopped, so did Mike's breathing.
Harvey choked, tears burning his eyes. "Oh god."
"Paramedics! Call out!"
The brunette cleared his throat, blinking furiously. "Here! In the bathroom, hurry!" Some of the weight lifted from his chest as the paramedics came in, forcing him to move out of the way. He watched nervously while one medic stopped the bleeding with a pressure bandage and some gauze while the other pumped oxygen into Mike's lungs with an ambu-bag.
"Pressure is dropping, body temp is extremely low. We need to get him out of here fast." They placed Mike on a gurney, covering him with a few blankets and strapping him in. "Are you coming with us, sir?"
Harvey swallowed thickly, still in shock, but nodded. He got up on shaky legs, followed them out and into the ambulance. Mike's heart stopped almost two minutes in and after that, the rest of the drive was a blur. He was devastated…he couldn't believe this was happening.
~+SUITS+~
Everyone assumed the incident was a suicide attempt and as much as Harvey tried to deny it, he was starting to think so, too. He should've answered the phone; if he had just answered, they wouldn't be here right now. He wouldn't be sitting by Mike's hospital bed twenty-four hours later, staring at the unconscious man whose skin was tinted dangerously gray. He had lost a lot of blood. Almost died. Donna was out getting coffee and Rachel was sleeping on the opposite side in another chair, gripping his hand. Harvey sighed and glanced down at his bruised hand that had dried blood on knuckles. Louis. His teeth clenched at the thought of the man. He had gone back to the office the next morning so he could tell Jessica what happened and of course that rat-faced bastard was there too, demanding things on top of already getting his name on the wall.
"Harvey, finally, Louis has some things he wants to discuss with us."
"Can we deal with it later? I need to talk to you privately."
Louis snorted. "Nice try, Harvey. Figuring out a way to get rid of me, I bet. Did Mike tell you about my visit last night? Boy, you should've seen the panicked look on his face when I told him I knew. I can't wait to bury him in a pile of shit. Where is that fraud, anyways, I already have a bunch of paperwork at his desk."
"Shut up, Louis," Harvey growled. Not only was this his own fault for not answering the phone, but it was Louis' fault as well.
"I don't think you want to talk to me that way, Harvey. I hold all your lives in my hand right now."
He didn't have time for this bullshit. "If you don't shut the fuck up right now, I swear to god."
"Harvey, what's going on?" Jessica asked.
He continued to stare at Louis, pure rage in his eyes. "Mike is in the hospital because of this son of bitch."
Both older lawyers were confused, though Louis' face was a bit more stone-like, the news barely fazing him.
"What are you talking about?" Jessica frowned.
"Mike has depression and anxiety. He used to cut himself until I found out and made him stop. After your little visit, he had a panic attack. He called me, but I was too busy here and when I finally got over there…he had cut himself so deep that he nearly bled to death. He's in the hospital in a coma. They're not sure when he'll wake up."
"Oh god. Was it a…"
"Suicide attempt? They think so…I just don't want to believe it yet."
Louis let out a dark chuckle. "He couldn't take a little heat. Goes to show he's not a real lawyer if he couldn't handle a few threats. Honestly, I think we'd be better off if he was dead, so it's a real shame he didn't succeed…just like everything else in his life."
Harvey saw red and the next thing he knew, Louis was on the floor, blood flowing from his nose and his own fist curled and pulsing. "You're a heartless dick, Louis. I wouldn't wish something like that on my worst enemy…which happens to be you. Despite everything that happened, who was the one who cared enough to help you get another job, who came to your house to check on you? Mike cares about everyone no matter what. And right now, I don't care if you know his secret. I don't care if you rat us out to the world; you'll be just as responsible since you haven't gone to the board yet. I'll make sure you go down with us. But just know this: you'll never be nor ever have been part of this family. You'll always be a sad, pathetic man who will be alone for the rest of his life. Family doesn't turn on each other the way you have. Did you notice that neither Jessica, Donna, nor Rachel did anything when they found out? Because they care, because we're all a family. Something you'll always be on the outside with that attitude. If you ever talk to me again, shout at Donna again or come near Mike, I won't hesitate to do worse than your now broken nose." Harvey finished his rant, breathing heavily and face burning. Louis was speechless with tears in his eyes. He turned to Jessica and let out a puff of air. "I'll be at the hospital if you need me. So will Rachel and Donna."
"Of course," Jessica replied warmly. "Call if you need anything, I'll deal with him."
Harvey nodded, giving one last disgusted look at the older lawyer before leaving the room to grab some stuff to bring to the hospital.
Harvey brought his gaze back up to the blonde's arm which was swathed in thick bandages. The doctor said Mike had been lucky; if Harvey had been just a few minutes later, the younger man's organs could've started to shut down, probably to the point of no return. Harvey shuddered at the thought as he placed his hand over Mike's freezing cold one.
"I'm so sorry, kid. I promise I won't let this happen again. I said I'd be there for you and I wasn't. This is partially my fault." He squeezed the man's fingers and sat back in his chair. What the hell were they going to do? If this really was a suicide attempt, Mike was going to need some serious help. Even if it wasn't things were gonna have to change. A stricter therapy and medication regime along with check-ins. The man needed a support system and a good one.
~+S+~
Mike was in a coma for five days. Everyone was worried despite the doctors saying everything was normal. Harvey and Rachel were at the hospital the most, only leaving when they had to because of visitor hours. The brunette went to work only a couple times to talk with Jessica and Louis was apparently taking a leave of absence for a couple weeks. They were all glad about that, especially Harvey since he knew if he got one look at the guy, he would probably kill him.
Mike inhaled slowly, taking in the smells of his surroundings. Chemicals, cologne, perfume. Rachel's perfume, Harvey's cologne, hospital? He felt something on his face and air blowing into his nose. There was a loud, repetitive beeping by his head, footsteps further away along with voices. Yep, he was definitely in the hospital, but he couldn't really remember why. As he regained more feeling, Mike found that his whole body was sore, not to mention his head was pounding. He groaned, his throat dry; he needed water.
"Mike?"
The voice was deep and comforting. It sounded like Harvey. The blonde frowned, struggling to open his eyes. Everything was blurry; he blinked a few times, staring up at the white ceiling listlessly.
"Mike, you with me?"
"Hmm?" He rolled his head and Harvey's face swam into focus. And then, unfortunately he remembered everything. Louis, the exposed secret, his panic attack, and all the blood. Mike's eyes widened as he quickly sat up and he glanced down at his arm. It was wrapped in a bandage. Shit. He groaned, laying back against the pillows.
"Was it b-bad?" He croaked, avoiding the older man's gaze.
Harvey scoffed, getting Mike's attention. "That's an understatement, considering it was your intent."
The blonde frowned. "W-What? No, I…oh god, you think I tried to…Harvey, I swear, I wasn't trying to do that. How long have I been here?"
"Five days."
Mike washed a hand over his face. To think that everyone believed he had tried to commit suicide…even Rachel. "Jesus. That wasn't my intention. I was just freaking out; my hands were shaking, and my vision was tunneling. Next thing I know, I'm bleeding. I thought I was dead. How-"
"I got your message. You swore you'd never do it again."
Mike swallowed, keeping his head down. "I know and I'm sorry. It's just…you didn't answer. I tried to call you twice."
Harvey felt guilt overcome him. He bowed his head and sighed. "You're right…I'm sorry." He reached over and placed his hand on Mike's wrist. "I'll try to be better, but if I'm ever unreachable, you call anyone, you call 911, or you get out of the house and come find me, because I can't watch something like that happen again."
Now that Mike actually looked, Harvey's appearance was…well, he looked like shit. His face was pale and unshaven, his eyes tired and bloodshot. The past week, plus no doubt finding him nearly dead on the floor, must've been rough. "So now what?"
"We're gonna get you some help, kid. You don't have to go through this alone anymore."
Mike's jaw clenched as he nodded, knowing he couldn't disagree. Not after all this.
"I'm sorry, Harvey," he choked. "I'm really sorry."
Harvey smiled sadly before grabbing Mike's shoulders and bringing the younger man into a tight embrace. The blonde cried silently into Harvey's shoulder and gripping the man's shirt tightly. He almost died because of a stupid mistake; he almost died with people thinking he actually tried to kill himself. Harvey was right…he really needed help. They stayed like that for a few minutes before Mike sniffed and pulled away, wiping his face sheepishly.
"Sorry."
Harvey shook his head. "It's fine, kid."
The blonde cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "What are we gonna do about Louis?"
"Don't worry about him, okay? You just focus on getting better. I need you to get better, Mike."
Harvey appeared sad and maybe a bit scared. Mike didn't blame him, though, after hearing about what happened. "Okay. I will, I promise."
Three Days Later
Mike was discharged from the hospital finally, but he was extremely exhausted, the blood loss taking a severe toll on him. Donna arranged for a professional cleaner to scrub the whole bathroom while she got groceries and Rachel got rid of any lose razors. Mike wondered if he was ever gonna be allowed to shave again.
The second he got home, the blonde passed out on the couch. Rachel smiled and covered him with a few blankets while Harvey watched in the doorway.
"You gonna be good?" He asked. "He can be a handful."
Rachel laughed. "Yeah, I think we'll be okay." She hugged herself, the smile fading. "God, he looks horrible. I can't even imagine what it was like finding him like that. I don't know what I would've done if he…"
"Don't think about that…I've been trying for days to get it out of my head, so consider yourself lucky." He's already had multiple nightmares, not that he would admit that to anyone. "He's going to be fine. Therapy is scheduled for next week and he knows that he has all of us by his side. He's not going anywhere anytime soon."
"Yeah," Rachel leaned forward and brushed Mike's hair. It had been a huge shock when she got the call from Donna. She almost passed out. If Mike had died, she probably would've died, too, from heartbreak. "Thank you, again, for being there for him. I don't know where he'd be without you…even before all this."
Harvey smirked. "I feel the same way." Mike was like his kid brother and if anything bad ever happened to him- worse than what occurred last week- it would probably destroy him. "Anyways, I'll come by tomorrow to check on him. I got a few days off and I'm assuming you did, too?"
Rachel nodded. "But I'm sure he'd like the company."
The lawyer bobbed his head, giving one last glance at Mike before leaving the apartment. Things were going to be different for a while, but he hoped they could get things back to the way they were eventually. Harvey sighed; now it was time to deal with Louis.
FIN
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