Beating the odds

by LioSky

Something was going on with Mike, and it wasn't anything good. He felt it, and Harvey had noticed it. It was not like it was the first time either. But this time it was nothing that either of them could control. As it turns out Mike is sick, really sick. He is going to need help, and a lot of it.

5. Chapter 5 - The night after

Chapter 5. The night after

They didn't really speak in the elevator on their way down. Neither of them knowing what to say. Mike looked exhausted with his red eyes blankly staring straight ahead. Harvey was keeping a close eye on him, but he didn't seem to notice, which was out of character for him but still understandable. Not even when Harvey steered him towards a cab and put him inside of it did he react other than giving Harvey a confused look. Harvey got in after him and told the driver his address.

He was about to start a conversation with Mike and turned towards him. But Mike was obviously sleeping just minutes after they left the curb, his head against the window and his mouth slightly opened. It didn't look comfortable. Harvey sighed to himself and looked out the window as they passed through the city. Everything was changed now he thought. Nothing would be the same after this. He looked back at Mike and felt a sudden surge of fear. He couldn't lose him. But then he decided to not get ahead of himself. He didn't have all the facts yet. He hauled out his phone and opened a new search window. Did he really want to do this? His finger shock slightly as he typed in the words heart cancer.

The first he found was a bunch of sites that were discussing if heart cancer was a thing or not. Apparently it was, though it was rare. He read a short text from a health site about the different symptoms and treatments that could be applied to manage these symptoms. Manage was all it said. What about cure?

"Excuse me sir, we are here." The cab driver interrupted. He hadn't even noticed that they had come to a halt. He paid the driver and called Mike's name. He then got out and stood and waited a while before he realized that Mike probably hadn't woken. He went around the car and opened the door. He had been right, the kid was still asleep and didn't even wake when the door he had been leaning against disappeared. He was hanging from the seatbelt.

"Mike." Nothing.

"Mike, hey wake up." Harvey carefully shock his arm. That worked and Mike straightened up and wiped him mouth with his arm. He had apparently been drooling a bit. He looked around and when he saw Harvey his face converted into an emotion that Harvey couldn't read. He didn't say anything, just slowly got out of the car.

When they got inside the condo Harvey left Mike standing in the hallway looking lost as he went inside and dropped off their things, before he returned to Mike.

"Come on, why don't you go and sit down for a bit?" he suggested and Mike followed him to the living room where he sat down on the couch.

– SUITS –

Mike felt empty. He was aware that he was on Harvey's couch. He had told him. It was no going back now. Harvey knew. It had felt both good and at the same time terrible to tell him. For a few moments he had felt absolutely terrified when Harvey hadn't believed him at first. So many different and desperate thoughts had rushed through his head at that point and he had felt like he was going to have a nervous breakdown. And then he actually had. Because as soon as he felt Harvey's comforting hand on his shoulder his dam broke. He couldn't hold back anymore no matter how hard he tried. He didn't want to cry in front of Harvey. But he had.

He had finally told him. He also felt relieved. It was a relief to not to have to keep it hidden anymore, it was a relief that someone else finally knew. He didn't have to carry it alone anymore. And what was the most relieving was the way Harvey had reacted. It was just the way he had secretly had hoped he would react. But he still found himself clasping Harvey's hand on his shoulder. He didn't want Harvey to let go. And he hadn't! He held on as Mike lost it and just sat there as Mike cried and humiliated himself. But at that point he didn't care anymore. It had felt kind of good to just let it all out. Now he only felt embarrassed and exhausted.

Harvey sat down next to him on the couch and leaned back a bit. He had all of his attention directed towards Mike, who tiredly met his gaze. Harvey uncharacteristically seemed to hesitate for a bit, maybe not sure on how to start, or what to say. Not that Mike could blame him. He didn't know what to say either.

"You were at the hospital today?" he started eventually.

Mike nodded.

"And?" Harvey asked. "What happened? What did you do?"

"I started treatment."

"Oh well Mike, don't stop there. Tell me what it is about? What kind of treatment are you getting? What are your doctors saying?"

"Harvey… Look, can we not do this now?" Mike pleaded. He didn't want to go in to details. He didn't want to answer Harvey's questions about treatments and stuff that he for sure was going to ask. He just wanted to go to sleep and not think anymore. He felt like once again he was close to tears, and he did not want to cry in front of Harvey again. Once on one evening was enough. Hell, it was enough for ever. It was just so embarrassing. Crying in front of his boss. But he felt like if Harvey got him to talk about everything now, he would lose it again. He just hoped Harvey would let it go.

He didn't, of course. "No, Mike. We are going to do this now. You have kept this from me for days now, so I think it's about time we talk about it now."

"I'm really tired Harvey."

"Yeah, I get that. But I think you can manage. Come on, what are they saying?"

"What do you think they are saying?" Mike felt anger blossom up in him. Why couldn't he just leave it alone? "It's nothing good. How can it be? I have cancer in my heart!" He almost screamed the last part.

"Calm down Mike." Harvey said with a quiet but sharp voice. Mike let out a shaky breath and fell back down in the couch. He felt his eyes water. He felt as if his emotions was all over the place.

"I'm tired." He repeated.

Harvey just looked at him for a while. He didn't say anything. Then he got up from the couch and stood in front of Mike.

"Okay. I get that you are tired. We will do this tomorrow. I'll get you something to sleep in."

Mike watched him walk away. He then buried his face in his hands, when he removed them they came back a bit wet. He had to get a grip of himself. Harvey came back with a t-shirt and some sweatpants that he threw on Mike. Under his arm he had some sheets and a cover.

"Get up. Go change." He said.

When Mike got back, the sofa was made and Harvey was nowhere to be seen. He thought for a moment to go and look for him. Maybe they could just sit down for a while in the kitchen and just grab a sandwich and some beer and talk for a while. About something else. But he wasn't really that hungry, even though that he hadn't had any dinner. And he probably couldn't drink beer anymore. Better not do that then. But Harvey wasn't even there. He apparently didn't want to talk. Was he angry about Mike not telling him about the cancer earlier? Was he angry that he didn't want to talk?

Mike sat down on the couch and then curled in under the covers. He felt a little queasy. Was it side effects? They had told him that it was likely that he would feel some effects of the treatment from earlier that day. They had also given him some pills against nausea and pain. It was supposed to work, right? He closed his eyes and tried to think of nothing at all. It was incredibly hard. It was like millions of thoughts just welled up all of them at the same time, and he couldn't really concentrate on any of them. A lot of them were about Harvey though, and the fact that he was sleeping on his couch. He couldn't hear any sound indicating what Harvey was doing. Did he go to bed too? Why didn't he come and said good night at least? Or, what was he thinking? It was not really Harvey's stile. But he had told him about the cancer, at least he could say something, right? Ask if he was okay? But he hadn't. He had just ordered him away as usual. Didn't Harvey think that things had changed a bit now, with him being sick and all? He found himself feeling disappointed, and then thought that he was weird for obsessing more about Harvey's actions than the fact that he was sick.

After a while, and no signs of Harvey, he drifted off to sleep.

He woke up just a few hours later. For a moment he didn't know where he was, but then he realized that he was on Harvey's couch. He didn't know what had woken him at first. What he did know was that he had a pretty bad headache. As he laid there he started to feel a bit queasy. Was he going to throw up? Yep. He stumbled up from the couch, he felt a bit dizzy, a bit like the floor was moving around, or maybe like he was drunk. But he did his best to ignore it due to the fact that he really needed to find the bathroom. When he got inside it he immediately dropped down on his knees next to the toilet. He barely had time to open the lid before it came. He really hated the feeling of throwing up. The way it tasted and the way he got it in his nose as well making him feel even worse from the smell of it. He continued heaving repeatedly. When it stopped he groaned and leaned back away from the seat, but then suddenly it came up again and he didn't have time to turn back to the toilet and some vomit ended up on the floor. That's when Harvey came.

– SUITS –

Harvey woke suddenly. What the hell had woken him up? He was confused for a second before he remembered. Mike! Mike was on his coach. Mike, who had told him yesterday that he had cancer in his heart. Mike, who had looked at him with unshed tears in his eyes and had looked so grateful when he had asked him to stay on his couch. He quickly got up from his bed and went to check on the kid. He found him in the bathroom. Mike was leaning over the toilet, clutching it desperately while he was throwing up. Apparently he had been in a hurry and hadn't quite reached all the way to the stool as it was vomit on the floor. Harvey didn't know what to do. He felt quite uncomfortable and grossed out. He had never really found himself in this situation before. He didn't deal with sick people. But he realized that things were about to change from now on.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked Mike's back. His question startled Mike who jerked, but didn't turn away from the toilet. He made a moaning sound, and Harvey decided to just wait until he was done. He just stood there awkwardly and waited while Mike was sick. It took a few minutes until he was done. It left him panting and spitting in the bowl. Harvey went and got him a glass of water that he accepted with shaking hands. Neither of them said anything until Mike had finished the glass of water.

"I'm sorry." Mike said. "I'm sorry Harvey. I didn't mean to…" he stopped and gestured towards the floor.

"Yeah, right." Harvey said and left the room to go and get cleaning supplies. When he came back Mike was sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. He had his knees drawn up and his face was hidden in his hands. When he heard Harvey entering he looked up at him, and Harvey could see even in the dim light that his eyes were red and his cheeks were flushed. He looked worried.

"I thought…" he said, but didn't continue.

"You thought what?" Harvey said and started filling a bucket with water.

Mike made a move to get up from the floor, but clumsily fell back down again.

"I can do that." He said, pointing at the cleaning supplies.

"You can't even get up from the floor. Go back to bed Mike."

"But…"

"It's okay. I'll take care of it."

"Okay."

"Go."

"Okay."

"Mike. Now."

Mike made another attempt to get up which succeeded this time and he shakily passed him on his way back to the couch. As soon as he left Harvey started to clean up. It only took him a few minutes and he made his way out to the living room. Mike was curled up on the couch with his back against the room. Harvey could hear on his breathing that he still was awake. He was a bit uncomfortable on how to proceed. He cleared his throat to let Mike know that he was there. Mike didn't move from his position or acknowledge him in any way.

"You okay now?" he asked. Mike turned around slowly and laid on his back to be able to look at Harvey.

"I think so." He said. "Look Harvey, I'm really sorry about that. I think… It is probably side effects. I think it was it though. I'm sorry I woke you."

Harvey interrupted him. "Okay it's enough. I get it. You good to go back to sleep now?"

"Yeah I think so." Mike whispered. He wouldn't meet Harvey's eyes. Harvey slowly sat down on the chair across from the couch. It made Mike look at him with confusion. Harvey didn't say anything, just sank further down in the chair and made himself comfortable. Mike watched him, and Harvey could see in the dim light how his eyes became shiny, as if he was about to start to cry again. And maybe he was. Harvey couldn't really blame him, the kid was going through a hell of a lot right now, both physically and emotionally. And it was the least he could do, to offer him some company, just after he had gotten sick. He half expected Mike to start babbling again, but he didn't. He watched close his eyes and take in some deep breaths, as to calm himself down. He continued with breathing like that for a few minutes, and Harvey noticed that every once in a while his eyes would flicker open and he would look at Harvey on the chair, before closing his eyes again.

"Are you mad at me?" The question was whispered, and Mike didn't meet his eyes.

"What? No, I'm not mad at you." He answered. "Just go back to sleep."

Mike just nodded and closed his eyes. Eventually his breathing evened out and he was asleep. But Harvey couldn't get himself to get up and leave just yet. He sat there for a while and just watched the kid sleep. He looked normal, Mike. If you looked at him where he was lightly snoring on Harvey's couch, you couldn't tell that something truly terrible was growing inside of him. Mike had cancer. He couldn't really grasp it. He never knew anyone personally that had cancer. What where they supposed to do now? He didn't know anything about it. But people died from cancer right? And cancer to the heart sounded really bad. No, it was no need to think like that yet. He really needed to get some information. He sighed. Normally he would have ordered Mike to get it for him. That didn't seem appropriate at the moment.

He didn't know for how long he sat there, watching as Mike was sleeping. But eventually he forced himself up and went back to his own bed. He couldn't stop thinking about Mike though. He also couldn't stop thinking about the last couple of weeks, especially the last few days. He should have done something earlier. He had known that something was wrong! But he had just swept it under the rug because he didn't want to deal with whatever crap Mike had going on. But this was so different from everything he had imagined. He really should have acted. And the way he had been treating, the things he had said. All the while Mike was struggling with the knowledge that he was sick. But why didn't Mike come to him? Why hadn't he spoken up when Harvey was yelling at him for some stupid shit? Hey, can you stop yelling? I have cancer. It would have stopped him. Certainly. But Mike hadn't done that and Harvey couldn't understand why.

It took a long time for him to go back to sleep. But he didn't get to sleep until morning.

– SUITS –

The second he woke up he knew something was wrong. He glanced over to the side to the chair Harvey had been sitting when he fell asleep. It was empty. He had apparently left. But Mike had been surprised that he hadn't left before. He had stayed until he fell asleep. He had been very grateful for that. It had felt really nice that he didn't have to be alone. It had not been a pleasant experience, all that throwing up. He had tried to be quiet, but Harvey had woken up. Mike had felt both embarrassed and a bit scared when he heard Harvey in the doorway. But he was kind of busy so he couldn't really do anything about it. But when he was finished Harvey had stood there and offered him a glass of water. He hadn't felt like drinking it, but had done it anyway. That was when he saw the vomit on the floor. Oh no! It was not good. Ha started to apologize but Harvey had just left. Mike had no idea why. Was he mad? Why would he just leave like that? Was he coming back or not? It took a while and he had convinced himself that Harvey now was pissed off at him. He felt like he really should do something about that. But he felt so sick and dizzy, so he had ended up just sitting there. But then Harvey came back! Ha had brought stuff to clean with. Mike really should do that though. But when he tried to get up, he couldn't. The room was spinning and he had fallen back down. It had scared him.

Then Harvey had told him to leave. But he had felt so bad. He had wanted to stay in the bathroom. It was probably safer. But Harvey had sounded like he didn't want Mike to argue, so he had managed to get up and go back to the couch. He didn't tell Harvey how much the room had been spinning or how hard it had been to walk straight, when he asked if he was okay. Maybe he should have. Maybe Harvey would have stayed longer then? He had said that he wasn't mad. Right now he really wished he was here.

He suddenly felt very nauseous again, and knew that he needed to get to the bathroom right at this moment. He clumsily got up from the couch and stumbled a few step, but then realized that he never would make it. And before he knew it he was throwing up on Harvey's living room floor. Shit! Harvey was going to kill him now! It was all he could think of. How angry Harvey would be now. He would throw him out that was for sure. He would have to take a cab home. How would he even get down to the street? Everything was really spinning. He was so dizzy. It felt like the floor was moving under him where he was on his hands and knees. He couldn't remember a time where he ever felt this bad before!

He didn't know how long he stayed like that on the floor. He really wanted to lay down, but that would mean that he would have to move, and that seemed impossible. It felt almost okay if he stayed still, but as soon as he tried to move he felt worse again. Eventually he had to move though, and he did when he was sure that he wasn't going to be sick again. He had to clean it up before Harvey saw it. He made it over to the kitchen in search of something to clean with. He found a roll of paper that was strung up in some fancy holder. When he tried to remove the roll, and a part of the holder fell down on the floor. He thought for a moment to pick it up, but decided against it. Better not bend down at the moment. He fell down hard on his knees and started to clean it up. He almost got sick again from the smell but managed to stop it. That was when Harvey came again.

– SUITS –

As soon as he woke up again this time he knew that it was Mike who had woken him and he didn't even question it before he was out of bed. When he got into the living room he didn't see Mike straight away. He wasn't on the couch anymore, instead he found him on the floor trying to wipe something off the floor. Apparently he had gotten sick again and was now trying to clean it up. He was on his hands and knees and seemed to struggle with the simple task of wiping the floor.

"Mike? You okay?" He asked. Mike jumped a bit, but kept cleaning.

"You need some help? Why don't you let me handle that?" He went closer to Mike and grabbed some more paper. But Mike didn't move away.

"Come on Mike, stop that." Harvey tried to grab the paper towel from him but only managed to get parts of it.

"Mike, you don't have to, come on, just stop." But he continued, not doing a very good job at all. Mostly he just rubbed the vomit from one spot to another. His hands was shaking. Why wouldn't he stop? Eventually Harvey decided to just grab him and forcefully make him stop. He grabbed Mike shoulders, and turned him away from the floor, he then went for his hands and removed the towel from his grasp and threw it on the floor, careful to not get anything on his hands.

"That's enough." He said forcefully, and shoved Mike away a bit. Apparently it was not the right move to do as Mike now looked at him, absolutely terrified. His eyes were wide and wet and his lips were trembling.

"I'm sorry." He said. "I'm so sorry Harvey. I… I didn't mean…" He panted a bit, obviously trying to hold back tears. "I was trying to clean it up." He shakily stood up, and stumbled a bit to the side. As Harvey stepped forward to catch him in case he would fall, he backed away but remained standing.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry Harvey, I'm sorry." He babbled.

"Look Mike. It's fine. I get it. You are not feeling well, so you don't have to…"

Mike interrupted him and just started to apologies again. Harvey calmly tried to stop him, but it was like the kid was in another world.

"Mike, shut up!" Harvey yelled eventually. It was as if he had hit an off-button on Mike. He got quite and stood frozen to the ground, his face drained of all color and his eyes flooding over with tears. Harvey immediately regretted that he had yelled.

"Hey, come on Mike…" He took a few steps towards Mike, who responded with shrinking back from him. He backed up until he was against the wall. He was shaking. Harvey had never seen him like this, and intensely wished he didn't have to witness it now. That Mike never would have a reason to be in this situation. But now here they were, and he should do something about it. He should probably calm the kid down as a first step. He raised both his hands in a none-threatening manner, and then he slowly took a few steps closer to Mike. But it was like the kid didn't know what to do with himself. Harvey had him cornered, and he didn't have anywhere to go unless he pushed Harvey to the side. He solved the situation by just dropping down to the floor.

And Harvey had no idea of what to do now! He had never been in this situation before. Ever! He looked at Mike who looked like he was trying to press himself through the wall. His whole body was shaking, he was panting and making whimpering sounds. His knees was drawn up and he was covering his face with his hands. God, he really had to do something! He was somewhat ashamed of that the first instinct in him was that he wanted to leave. He didn't want to deal with this because he didn't know how. This was not his thing. But as he looked at Mike he knew that he could never leave the kid at this point. Never.

Eventually he sat down on the floor and scotched close to the kid, so close that they were practically touching. Mike bumped into him by mistake and immediately tried to move in the other direction only to be stopped by the wall. He was in the corner now.

"I'm sorry." He whispered then. "Don't be mad."

"Oh god, kid." Harvey sighed. He thought he would be angry? What did he get that from? But before he could say anything else what Mike did next stopped him. He started crying. He seemed to do everything he could to stop himself, he pressed his hands harder over his face, maybe to muffle the sound but he couldn't do anything about the harsh sobs that welled out of him. At first he did a few attempts of stopping, but didn't succeed. Harvey sat like frozen next to him. He didn't know what to do at all now. He of course wanted to help the kid somehow. But what was it that Mike wanted from him? It seemed like he didn't want Harvey there judging on how he had reacted earlier when he tried to move away from him. He also seemed to think that Harvey was mad at him for some reason. Which he wasn't. Actually he wasn't mad at all. Not about the mess Mike had made on the floor or anything. This wasn't Mikes fault. But he obviously hadn't succeeded in making that clear to Mike. He really should do that. But now they were just sitting there on the floor. Mike was crying his eyes out, he had given up on trying to stop or hide it now. And Harvey, he was just sitting there, quiet next to him. He was probably making things worse by not doing anything at all. He shook his head a little and then turned a bit towards the kid.

"Hey, it's okay." He said and put his hand on Mike's shoulder and grabbed on to it. He meant for it to be comforting, but he was a bit shocked when his gesture seemed to make Mike cry harder. But he didn't remove his hand.

"Mike, listen I'm not mad at you. Not for anything. It's okay." He continued to just say things like that, telling him that everything would be okay and that he didn't have to worry. But as he was saying those things a sadness filled him and as he listen to his own words and Mike's crying he realized how false his words were. Everything was not okay, not at all. And he wasn't sure that they would be either. And Mike did have a lot to worry about. But still he didn't stop. It wouldn't really help Mike if he was quiet, so this was better than nothing.

Mike continued to sob and Harvey was starting to get worried.

"Mike, come on you need to calm down. It sounds like you are not getting enough air, kid. That can't be good. Try to breathe deeper Mike." He gripped his arm and tried to pull it away from his face, but Mike wouldn't let him. He kept his hold on Mike's arm and tried to talk to him. But he didn't seem to focus of any of it. His whole body was shaking with each sob. Harvey had never seen anyone cry like this before. It was a bit surreal. He noticed that his own pulse was high as well. He didn't want to admit it to himself but he felt really shaken up. Hi heart was beating hard in his chest. Mike wouldn't listen. What should he do. He let go of Mike's arm and drew his hands through his hair in frustration. He had to get a break, he needed to regroup and think. It was hard to do with the sound of Mike's bawling next to him. He knew it probably wasn't the best thing to do at the moment, but he got up from the floor and walked away from the kid, and stepped out onto the balcony and closed the door behind him. He just needed one minute without the crying. He needed to come up with a different approach. He was a closer after all, he should be able to handle this as well. After a minute or even less he decided that he couldn't leave the kid any longer. He would probably think that Harvey was pissed off and tired of him. And he wasn't going to let Mike think that.

Mike was in the exact same spot as he left him. He now rested his head on his arms, which were on his knees. He was still crying heartbreakingly. Harvey went up to him and sat down so close to him that their shoulders were touching.

"Take your time," he whispered "I'm just going to sit here." He didn't say or do anything else. He had decided to leave it up to Mike. Maybe this was what he needed now. He would just wait and see what Mike did, and then he would act accordingly. It was a good plan.

– SUITS –

Mike couldn't stop.

He couldn't stop! He couldn't stop crying. He really did try, but he couldn't. He couldn't remember a time when he had cried this much in the last decade, but he couldn't stop! He could barely breathe either. The breaths he managed to draw in between the sobs was not really sufficient. He was vaguely aware that Harvey was sitting beside him. He was holding his arm in a pretty tight grip. He was saying stuff as well. But he couldn't figure out was it was he was saying.

It was all so very embarrassing too. Because Harvey was sitting there next to him and seeing all of it. He felt so incredibly vulnerable and humiliated. He didn't want Harvey to see him like this. Had he said that out load? Harvey got up from the floor and walked away from him. Why was he doing that? He had probably lost his patience with Mike. He was so pathetic after all. Who the hell cried like this? He was a grown man, he shouldn't react like this. But he couldn't stop. And now Harvey was gone. He left! He probably didn't want him in his apartment anymore either. He was surely going to kick him out after this. Would he fire him too? No, he wouldn't. Harvey wouldn't do that right? He curled in on himself as much as he could and he tried to stop. He really did.

He was starting to feel nauseated again. He felt so bad in so many ways and not just physically. He didn't know what to do with himself. He didn't know what he wanted.

But where was Harvey? Why did he leave? It was all his brain could think about at the moment. He wanted him to come back, that's what he wanted. He didn't want to be alone. But he was, and it made him cry harder. All this time since he had gotten the news about the cancer he had come close to tears every time someone was kind to him. He didn't know why, but that was what had happened. And now he kind of wished that Harvey would be nice to him too, just for a little while at least. Just until he could pull himself together again, and stop the damn crying.

And then he did come back, and he said that he would stay. And Mike had cried some more from the relief he felt, but then he threw up again. He screwed it up. Of course he would, just when Harvey came back. He was going to hate him now! He would leave again. Or throw him out.

– SUITS –

The kid wouldn't stop! He had tried to sit there for a while, but Mike hadn't said a single word to him and didn't acknowledge his presence at all. He was just about to try and do something else, what he didn't know, when Mike suddenly leaned away from him as much as he could and threw up again. It was mostly bile, but he kept going. When he was done he was almost hysterical.

"No no no no…" He whispered over and over. Then, finally he looked over at Harvey with red rimmed eyes. "I'm so sorry." He panted. "I d-didn't mean it."

"Look Mike, I know you didn't. Don't worry about it, okay?" Harvey was grateful that he finally had some contact with the kid.

"But… but…are you…" he tried to draw some deeper breaths. "Are going to throw me out now?" He asked in a shaky voice.

"Is that what you think? No, I'm not going to throw you out. Come on!" So that was what he had been afraid of? Harvey thought to himself. Throwing him out because he was sick. Harvey would never stoop that low. And absolutely not with Mike in the state he was right now. He doubted he could even stand up at the moment.

"Mike, you are sick. I know that now, okay. You can relax, I'm not mad at you and I won't throw you out. Do you understand?" He wasn't sure Mike was even aware of him or what he was saying at the moment. But to his surprise Mike nodded.

"Good. Now, let's get you off the floor."

It took them a while but eventually they manage to get back to the couch. It had taken longer than necessary because Mike had insisted on doing the getting up and the walking himself without Harvey's help. Which left the older man hovering nearby somewhat annoyed. It would have worked so much better if Mike would just let him help, but he had pushed Harvey's hands away and weakly argued that he could do it. Though he had let Harvey help lowering down on the couch.

"Stay here." Harvey said. But he stopped himself then, before he turned away. "I'm going to clean up and then I will come back. And lay down would you?" He added.

Mike was not laying down when he came back to the couch with a glass of water in one hand and a bucket in the other. He was sitting just as he left him, body trembling and his head bowed down. At least he didn't seem to cry anymore, and his breathing was significantly better than before. He jumped a bit when Harvey put down the glass on the table in front of him.

"You feeling better?" he asked.

Mike just shrugged his shoulder a bit.

"Try and drink something." He motioned for the glass, and then put the bucket next to the couch. "I brought you this, if you need to throw up some more." He said.

Mike glanced at the bucket and nodded a little. He took a few sips before he put the glass back on the table. He still didn't say anything, and Harvey felt kind of awkward. He decided to sit down across from Mike, but then got up and sat down next to him.

"You should try to get some sleep. You look exhausted." He said and put a hand on Mike shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm really tired." Mike whispered.

"Then lay down." Harvey gently pushed him a bit so that he was forced down to the pillows.

"We will talk more tomorrow, okay?"

After a nod from Mike Harvey stood and watched as Mike carefully made himself more comfortable. He drew a few shaky breaths and closed his eyes. After he had made sure Mike was asleep again Harvey went back to his bed as quiet as possible. He really hoped the kid would be able to sleep through the night now. Harvey himself had trouble falling back to sleep again. Images from different scenarios during the last few days kept making appearance as soon as he closed his eyes. They way Mike had looked at him at the office earlier, or Mike on the floor trying to clean up his living room floor. Mike falling asleep in court. Himself yelling at Mike, who kept looking down on the floor. And also now, Mike curled up on the floor crying like a little child. He didn't know how long it took until he drifted to sleep.

– SUITS –

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