Chapter 13.
Two days passed for Mike and Harvey without anything special happening. It turned out that the port-a-cath that Mike got was a success. It was much easier with it there when he went to the hospital. Things went faster. That was what Mike told Harvey at least. He had off course googled it and knew quite a lot about what it was and did now.
Mike seemed to be doing pretty good now. Harvey wasn't sure of how much of it that was an act from Mike's side, but he didn't say anything about it. He decided to trust that Mike would come to him if he had a problem. At least for now. He had let the kid join in on a meeting today as well. He wanted Mike to feel like he was still being included in their cases, even though Mike was taking a laid back roll. Things was going pretty well.
Harvey glanced over at Mike. He could see that he was trying to focus on what was going on, but his eyes kept flickering between their client and the papers in front of him, like he wasn't sure of what he was hearing. Hopefully the client wouldn't ask him a direct question. Harvey was almost a hundred percent sure that Mike wouldn't be able to answer. The kid shifted the papers around and looked uncertainly at the client. Harvey thought he could see a thin layer of sweat on the kid's forehead, his cheeks were also a bit flushed. He probably had a fever. Hopefully their client wouldn't mistake it for nervousness.
The meeting came to an end shortly after that. Harvey stood up and shock their hands, but Mike remained sitting. Harvey glared at him, and mentioned for him to stand up, but he just shrugged his shoulders and just sat there. Harvey ignored him and did his best to make sure their clients were entertained and didn't noticed Mike.
When he had left the clients by the elevator he went back to the conference room to find Mike still at the same spot, hunched down in the chair.
"What's with you?" He asked. Mike flinched and looked up at him. Yeah, he definitely had a fever.
"What? Nothing…" He mumbled.
"Yeah, let's go. I'm taking you home."
"No, I'm fine."
"You are not fine. Don't argue. Come on." To his surprise Mike didn't argue, he was probably not feeling all that well then. Mike however didn't attempt to get up. He just sat there.
"Come on."
"Give me a minute."
"You okay?"
"I'm tired."
A lot tired it turned out. In the end Harvey had to help him up out of the chair, and steady him as he swayed on his feet. His knees almost buckled once he was upright, but the kid managed to lock them in time. Harvey still kept a hand on his elbow.
They made their way to the car. Mike fell asleep the moment the Ray closed the car door, and Harvey decided to take Mike to his condo, where he would be able to keep an eye on Mike in case this turned for the worse.
He had to help Mike out and up to the apartment. It was like he was totally drained of energy. He didn't even speak when Harvey dragged him over to the couch.
"Look Mike," He said and tried to make eye contact. "I'm going to head back to the office. Will you be all right here?"
"Yeah… sure." Was all Mike said and closed his eyes. Harvey rolled his eyes and shook him a bit.
"You even know where you are?"
"Sure."
"Where?"
"Your place."
Apparently he was more coherent than he seemed.
"I'll be back later. Your phone is on the table. So is your bag."
Harvey got a glass of water and quickly made a sandwich for Mike. It was lunch time after all. He also made a sandwich for himself. Mike was asleep by the time he left.
Back at the office he was interrogated by Donna for a while before he could start to get some work done. He had a meeting with Jessica a few hours later. It was almost time for him to head over to her office when his phone rang. He looked at it. It was Mike. What was it now? He had only been home a few hours now.
"Yeah? Mike, what's up?" he answered.
"Not much. How is the case going?" Mike sounded better, not as tired.
"It's fine. I think we are ready to move on to the next phase."
"That's good."
"Are you alright?" Harvey asked him. "I know you didn't call just to ask about the meeting. What's going on?"
"It's no big deal Harvey. I just…"
"You just what?"
"I was just wondering when you are done?"
"Why are you wondering that?"
"Maybe you could come over?"
"Why? What happened?"
"I can wait if you are busy, it's not urgent."
"Can you just get to the point?"
"It's just that…eh… I can't get up."
"Get up? From where?"
"Eh…"
"Mike!"
"Well… The floor."
"You are on the floor?"
"Yeah…"
"You can't get up from the floor?"
"Eh no…I tried, but I just can't. I'm so tired Harvey." Mike stated indifferently.
"Did you fall? Are you hurt?"
"No, I think I'm good."
"But you fell?"
"Yeah, but I'm good."
"Except for the fact that you can't get off the floor."
"Yeah."
"Shit! How long have you been there?"
"I don't know. A while."
"I'm on my way, okay. I just got to talk to Jessica first. I'll be there soon."
"Thanks Harvey."
"Are you sure you're not hurt?"
"Yeah…I'm just cold."
"Shit Mike." Harvey sighed. "I'm coming." Harvey hang up the phone and hurried over to Jessica's office. Luckily no one was there except her, so he just let himself inside.
"I need to postpone Jessica." He announced. She looked up.
"You have already done that once Harvey, without a valid reason I might add. We are not postponing again."
"Yes we are. I have a valid reason."
"Let me be the judge of that. What is it?"
Harvey squirmed a bit. He didn't want to tell her, since he knew what she thought of Mike, and they had yet to tell her about the cancer. It was probably time to do that now soon. He wouldn't be able to skip work and postpone meetings for much longer without telling her something. So far he hadn't told her anything about the kid's illness.
"Mike" was all he said.
She reacted just like he thought she would, mostly with anger. She stood up and towered in front of him.
"That kid, again. What the hell has he done now that he needs you to fix?"
"Jessica…"
"No, Harvey. Don't you think I know about him?"
"What do you mean?"
"He's been leaving work early, he's never at his cubicle, and I have had complains of the quality of his work."
"What? From who? From Louis? You can't believe what he's been telling you."
"Harvey that's not the point here."
"You don't have the whole picture."
"Then tell me."
"He needs my help right now."
"You can't keep doing this Harvey, defending him like this."
Harvey felt angry. He wanted to tell her to shut up, she had no idea what she was talking about.
"I'm not defending him. I'm helping him out."
"With what? What are you keeping from me?"
"I sent him home earlier. He is not feeling well, and I need to check up on him."
"What are you? His caregiver? What has happened to you?"
"So what if I am, Jessica. It's none of your business. I'm getting the work done."
"And his?" she questioned.
"He is doing his best."
Jessica actually stopped herself here. He guessed that she had seen something in his eyes, and sensed his tone. She sat down again.
"He's sick?" She asked, quieter now.
He nodded.
"He just called me. He's on the floor and can't get up by himself."
"He can't get up from the floor?"
Harvey shock his head.
"That's why I need to go. Now. I can't leave him there."
It was Jessica's turn to nod now.
"Fine. Go." She nodded towards the door. She stopped him before he had reached the door. "Is it serious Harvey?" She asked. He nodded once and locked eyes with her for a moment, then left.
– SUITS –
Mike was really cold. He didn't know for how long he had been lying there on the floor now. He hadn't meant to end up there. He really thought he was going to make it to the kitchen and back. It wasn't that far after all. He had been hungry, and it was not an occurrence that happen often so he really had wanted to get something to eat. Harvey hadn't left anything for him on the table, except for water and meds. He deeply regretted his decision now though. He should have just stayed on the couch. But how could he have known that he wouldn't be able to walk?
The whole thing was pretty embarrassing. Luckily his phone had been in his pocket, so he could call Harvey, otherwise he would have just been forced to lay there the entire day and he didn't want that. He felt so tired and weak. He had ended up on the floor after only a few steps. He got far enough away from the couch though, for him to get back to it. At first he thought he was only going to rest a bit on his knees, and then he thought that he was just going to lay down on the floor to rest for a bit. It had been kind of nice to rest his warm face against the cool floor. But now, probably hours later, he was so cold. He had tried and tried to heave himself up, but eventually realized that he couldn't. He was too weak!
He laid there on Harvey's floor, he had no energy to do anything else. He had hesitated before he called Harvey, but realized that he didn't have a choice. Harvey wouldn't be home until that evening, and there was no way that he would be able to get up without help. It wouldn't exactly get easier in a few hours.
Somehow he managed to fall asleep because when he woke up Harvey was there, shaking him.
"Thank god!" He was saying. "Are you with me? Are you okay Mike?"
"Yeah… I'm fine." He slurred. Harvey just stared at him, and looked like he just had been deeply offended, but Mike was telling him the truth. He was fine, he just couldn't get off the floor.
"Are you hurt?" Harvey asked.
"No, I'm just tired Harvey."
"Yeah, I can see that. Were you just napping on the floor?"
"I was waiting for you."
"You were sleeping!?"
"I told you I was tired."
"Yes you did."
Harvey stood up from where he was crouching on the floor next to Mike.
"So you can't get up?" He asked.
Mike just shook his head.
"Can you help me?" he asked and closed his eyes again.
"Yeah, of course." Harvey said. "Hey, don't fall asleep again."
"I'm not."
"Sure…" Harvey muttered and walked away. Mike could hear him walk around. He came back almost right away. "Okay, let's get you up from there." He said. He grabbed Mike around the shoulders and heaved him upright. He groaned.
"Come on, you have to help me out here Mike." He said. "You are heavy."
Mike had enough with trying to keep his head upright to answer him at that moment.
Harvey kept him sitting up for a while. He moved around so that he was in front of Mike, holding him up right. Mike could feel that if Harvey let go he wouldn't be able to stay up. Harvey seemed to notice as well because he adjusted his grip.
"Mike? Are you with me? You won't be able to stand up, will you?" He asked.
"No, I don't…" He whispered. "I'm sorry Harvey."
"No, kid. It's okay. Don't worry about it. It's not your fault." Harvey told him. "Okay, let's get you to the couch."
Somehow Harvey managed to half drag him, half carry him to the couch. It only took them a minute or so, but it left Mike exhausted. He was barely aware of anything else after that Harvey got him to lay down on the couch. He feel asleep the matter of seconds.
– SUITS –
When Harvey opened the door to his apartment, he called out for Mike, but didn't get a reply. He instantly got worried and hurried inside. When he saw Mike laying there sprawled out on the floor, eyes closed, he froze on the spot for several seconds before he rushed to his associates side. He shook Mike, and was extremely relieved when to kids eyelashes fluttered open.
It seemed like the kid was just too tired to get up. He basically had to carry Mike over to the couch, and as soon as he was laying down he was asleep. Harvey sighed and sat down on the table by the couch. He sat there and watched Mike sleeping for a couple of minutes. He noticed that Mike was shivering and remembered that Mike had been on the floor for maybe hours, he must be cold. Mike was laying on top of the blankets, he didn't wake up when Harvey pulled them out from underneath him, and placed them over him.
Harvey decided to just stay home for the rest of the day. He didn't feel comfortable with leaving Mike alone. He didn't know if this was just Mike being tired, or if it was something else more serious in this case. It also didn't feel right to let the kid wake up alone. He texted both Donna and Jessica to let them know that he wasn't coming back today. Donna sent him four texts back where she asked him for more details and gave him suggestions about what to do for the kid.
Mike slept the whole day. He didn't even stir and Harvey found himself walking up to close to him just to make sure he was breathing. When he saw that he did, he felt stupid and went back to his office to work. He cooked dinner for both of them and prepared the plates. He had also made some soup, on Donna's suggestion, just in case Mike didn't feel like eating solid food. He woke Mike up, and helped him to sit up. The kid was warm and sweaty and seemed to be a bit confused.
"What's going on?" He asked, looking questioningly at Harvey.
"Dinner."
Harvey put the plate in front of him, and Mike looked more confused than ever, but he didn't say anything else just started eating. He finished half of the portion before exclaiming he was full, and sank back down on the couch and was asleep within minutes. Harvey woke him again when he was preparing on going to be himself.
"Mike? I'm going to bed. Do you want to change clothes?"
Mike tiredly turned a bit against him, looked down to see what he was wearing and then just shook his head.
"Something else I can get you?" Harvey asked him.
"My meds?"
"Of course."
Harvey got the pills and a glass of water which he placed on the table, and then helped Mike to sit up enough to take the medication. Harvey sat down next to him.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm really tired. It's weird. All I've been doing is sleeping, but I still feel exhausted." Mike said slowly as he swallowed the last pill. "God…" He groaned and let himself fall back down on the pillows.
"Are you going back to sleep? How can you sleep that much?" Harvey wondered, but wasn't met with a reply since Mike was asleep already. Harvey put another glass of water and some pain pills on the table so it would be within Mike's reach if he needed them. He also put his phone close to him. You never know if he might need it. After that Harvey went to bed.
The next day Harvey went up early and made breakfast. Mike was curled up on the couch under the blankets, Harvey had found two more of them in a cupboard after complained that it was cold in the condo.
Mike slept and slept. Harvey had decided to let him sleep until he woke up by himself, until then he would work from home. He had checked closer on the kid when he first woke up, and Mike seemed to be sleeping heavily, but looked flushed and warm. It had caused him to remove one of the blankets. Harvey had almost started to get worried when Mike finally woke up. How could someone sleep for so long? He was due both his morning and lunch medication by now.
Harvey only noticed that Mike was awake when he went by to check on him. He hadn't said anything or showed that he was awake in any sort of way. He was just lying on the couch blinking tiredly up into the ceiling. He didn't seem aware of anything. His eyes were a bit glassy, which was a clear sign of fever, if nothing else was.
"Hi kid." Harvey greeted. "You okay over there?"
"Hi." Mike whispered and slowly turned his head to look at him.
"I guess you are not doing so well, huh?"
Mike just shook his head unhappily.
"You need to take your pills, Mike."
Harvey helped him to do just that, and then asked if it was something else he could do, but Mike said it wasn't. He just laid there on the pillows, clutching the covers hard in his fists. He didn't say anything, but Harvey could feel his eyes following his movements as he walked around in the apartment. Harvey was getting ready to get to work, even though he would rather stay at home with the kid. He had tons of work to get to at the office, and Mike would understand that.
When Harvey got back out in the living room from getting dressed Mike had thrown of the rest of the covers and blankets off him. He looked a bit more awake.
"You are going to work?"
"Yes, I have to stop by for a few hours." Harvey said.
"Do you want me to come with you?" He asked and started to try to get up.
"Are you serious?" Harvey laughed. "You are kidding right Mike, because have you taken a look at yourself?"
"What? I look better then you! Even like this." He gave up his struggles to get up and fell back on the couch. "How long will you be gone for?" He asked instead.
"I don't know, I have two meetings and a bunch of other business to take care of."
"You know if you leave me some files I could…"
"No way. You are going to rest. You're sick."
"Thanks." Mike glared tiredly at him.
"Well, see you later kid. Give me a call if you need anything." Harvey started to walk for the door.
"Anything?" Mike called after him.
"Bye Mike." He close the door behind him.
– SUITS –
After Harvey left Mike fell asleep again. He was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open. Having that minute long conversation with Harvey left him drained. He slept for a couple of hours or so and woke up because he was feeling cold. He reached for the covers and found one of them within reach. He dragged it up to his chin and stayed under it for a while. It wasn't enough though, but he couldn't reach the others, they were on the floor and he didn't want to risk falling out of the couch or something. It was better to leave the blankets. He was still really tired and was asleep moments later.
The next time he woke up he was sweaty and extremely thirsty. Luckily he had a glass of water on the table. He fell asleep.
The time after that he woke up and felt bad. He felt cold but at the same time the shirt he was wearing was drenched in sweat. He felt confused as well, and had for a moment forgotten where he was.
"Harvey?" He called out. It was getting dark. He was hungry as well and had a headache. There was no answer, and he remembered that Harvey was at work. He wished he would come back now. He wanted to get up and get something to eat, he hadn't eaten since dinner yesterday, and that was not much. He didn't trust himself to get up though. He better wait.
He had been waiting for what felt like hours now. His chest was starting to hurt. It was aching.
"Harvey?"
Then he remembered he wasn't home yet. But he was at Harvey's apartment, he knew that. It was really starting to hurt. He wanted someone to help him. Now.
When he was hurting for the first time he had thought that it was only going to be centered on his heart, but as soon as he read up on it, and experienced it, it turned out that it was his whole chest. The pain started from the center of his chest and radiated out from there. As he laid there on Harvey's couch it just got worse. He managed to turn around on his stomach and hugged his chest as much he could. It helped a tiny bit. Where was Harvey?
– SUITS –
Harvey's day passed slowly. He debated on calling Mike, but settled with texting him. He didn't get a reply. The kid was probably sleeping. He asked Donna if she had heard from Mike, but she hadn't.
"Are you worried?" She asked him.
"Not particularly."
"How was he this morning?"
"Not great. He slept for hours. Not only the whole day yesterday, but really long this morning as well. I'm pretty sure he has a fever as well."
"He did? You should get back home to him Harvey. It's late. Did you leave enough water for him? It's important to stay hydrated."
"I left him a glass of water."
"Just one glass? I should head over and check on him."
"No, it's okay Donna. I will head home now. He is probably just sleeping." He tried to calm her.
"Call me as soon as you get home."
"Yes, I will."
They parted ways by the elevator and Harvey went home.
Mike was on his stomach on the couch, his head was turned against the back of it, and it seemed like he was hugging himself.
"Mike? Are you doing okay?" He asked quietly in case he was sleeping.
He wasn't. Mike let out a quiet moan and turned his head around.
"Harvey?"
"Yeah. Hey."
"Help me?" Mike said, and it got Harvey in motion. What was wrong?
"Of course Mike. What do you need Mike?"
"It hurts."
"Okay, pain killers it is." He got everything and came back to the kid. "Mike, I have them here."
Mike didn't move at all.
"Mike." He held out his hand and Harvey put the pills on it. Mike dried swallow them and breathed out deeply. Harvey patted his shoulder. The kid was really warm. He could feel it through the blanket. The glass on the table was empty, so he got another one for him.
He let Mike be for a while, but made sure to be close by in case the kid needed him. He had never seen Mike like this before. This was different from how Mike became after chemo. This was a different kind of sick. It was not something that he was used to, in fact he couldn't remember a time where he had taken care of anyone that was this sick before. He felt unsure. Also something that he was unfamiliar with feeling. Mike called out for him about thirty minutes later.
"Harvey? Are you there?"
"Yes, I'm here. What can I do Mike?" He surprised himself.
"I'm really hungry. Do you think that maybe you could get me something? I'm really tired and I…Please?"
"Shit." Harvey swore. "You haven't eaten today?" Of course he hadn't. He was too sick to get off the couch. Why hadn't he thought of that?
He hurried to the kitchen and made the kid a sandwich, it would have to do for now. He didn't want Mike to have to wait longer than necessary. He could cook something for them later.
Mike was still on his stomach when he got back, and Harvey realized that he would have to lift Mike into a sitting position, it didn't look like he would be able to do it himself. He thought right. Mike did try, but couldn't manage. He let out something close to a sob in frustration when he was too weak to raise himself up, and Harvey quickly turned him and heaved him upright.
The sandwich was gone pretty fast, and Mike still had some room for some soup that Harvey heated up for both of them. He gave it to Mike in a cup and did the same for himself.
Mike claimed that he was feeling a bit better after that, and Harvey helped him to the bathroom. The watched some TV and went to bed. Mike could amazingly fall asleep again, and slept the whole night.
The next day was kind of a repeat of the previous one. Mike stayed on the couch and slept, and Harvey left for work. This time he left both food, water bottles and pain killers within reach from the couch, and when he got home that evening Mike was a bit better than he had been the day before, at least he didn't fall asleep all the time. He still had a high fever though. Harvey had been in contact with Mike's doctor that morning. Mike was due for chemo that day, but they postponed it until Mike was feeling better. Doctor Lundin warned Harvey about a prolonged fever and asked him to call him back if Mike got any worse. The problem was that Harvey wasn't sure if he would be able to tell what would be worse enough to warrant a call.
Mike was also complaining of chest pains, and Harvey felt bad for him. Was that why he didn't sleep? As if the fever wasn't enough. The fever must be pretty high because the kid seemed a bit confused. Harvey had bought a thermometer on his way back from work. He wasn't really looking forward to using it, but thought it might be a good thing to have in the house now.
"What are you doing?" Mike whined when he tried to use it on him.
"I'm taking your temperature."
"What? Why?" Mike squirmed and tried to avoid him.
"Hey, keep still."
"No, what are you doing?"
"Just stay still. It's over soon." It was like he was talking to a five year old or something.
"I just don't know what's going on." Mike whispered then, and Harvey gave up taking his temp. It could wait for a while.
"You have a fever Mike, and it is messing with your head a bit."
"Yeah…I have a headache."
"You want some more water?"
"No…"
"It's important to get a lot of fluids in you when you have a fever."
"Did you talk to Donna?"
"Shut up and drink your water." With more effort that should be necessary for a task like that, he did what Harvey told him.
Harvey sat down in a chair opposite of Mike with some files. He had a lot to do now a days. He didn't want to hand his work off to someone else, he didn't even consider to give it to another associate. It didn't seem fair to Mike. But it left him with a lot of work.
After a while Mike started to get more agitated. He moved around weakly on the couch and threw glances in Harvey's direction once in a while.
"You good?" Harvey asked eventually.
Mike shock his head and looked scared. Harvey had no idea why.
"What's wrong then kid?" He asked.
"It hurts. My chest hurts. Right here." He pointed and looked up at Harvey. He twisted around on the couch and then threw the blankets off him. "I don't get why it has to hurt so much." He mumbled, more to himself than to Harvey. He pressed with both hands against his chest as if he was trying to get rid of the hurt by doing that.
Harvey didn't know what to do to help him. He couldn't take away Mike's pain like that. He had given Mike pain killers earlier, and it was too soon to give him any more now, maybe in an hour or two.
"It will get better soon Mike." He said.
Mike just looked at him and nodded. Harvey could see in his eyes that he didn't believed him.
He didn't get any better. If anything Mike got worse. He suddenly wanted to get up off the couch. At least that was what Harvey guessed that he was trying to do. The blankets was in the way for him though and he struggled with trying to get them off him.
"Harvey?" He asked. "I need…I need to go now."
"Where are you going Mike?"
"I need go to go. I'm late." He stated.
"You are not late for anything. Lay back down."
"No, no. No I can't. I need to go."
They went back and forth like that for a while, until Harvey managed to convince him to lay there for another hour, and then he could leave. Hopefully Mike would have forgotten about that in an hour. For the state he was in it was a high possibility.
"Why am I here?" Mike asked him and looked around him.
"What do you mean?"
"Why am I at your place? I don't… I don't remember. Why don't I remember? I always remember Harvey. Everything."
"You are sick Mike, that's why you are here."
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are."
"It's just hurts a bit, it's not so bad. I'm not sick." Mike argued. Harvey sighed, suddenly tired of dealing with it all.
"You have heart cancer, you are deadly sick!" he said harshly, and almost immediately regretted it when he saw the expression on Mike's pale face change. He got quiet and stared somewhere to the left of Harvey's head.
"I'm sorry Mike. I shouldn't have said that. I just mean that you need to take it easy and rest now, okay?" Mike silently nodded. He pulled the blankets back over him and fisted them hard in his hands. He was quiet for a while. Harvey was too, he didn't know what to say. He didn't want to make things worse. They hadn't spoken about this before, about the fact that Mike in fact was deadly ill. Now was not really a good time to talk about it though, not with Mike half delirious from fever. It only took a few minutes until Mike confirmed that it had been a bad idea to bring that up.
"I don't want to die Harvey! I don't want to die…" he whispered.
"Mike, calm down." Harvey started.
"I'm going to die right? I don't want to die. What if I die?"
"Come on, stop. You are not going to die."
"It feels like I am sometimes Harvey."
"Well, you are not."
"You don't know that!"
"Yes I do. Because I won't let you. It is as simple as that." He locked eyes with Mike, and held it. Mike paused a bit, his whole face radiating of hesitation.
"You won't? Really?"
"Yes Mike."
"But how?" He questioned.
"Just go to sleep now." Harvey pulled up the cover over the kid again after he had thrown it away.
"But I… I…"
"It's okay. You should try and get some sleep now."
"But what if I don't wake up again? I don't want to sleep."
"I'll be here Mike, I'll make sure it doesn't happen."
"You will?"
"Yes, of course. You will be fine. You will wake up and you'll feel better."
Harvey wasn't sure if it was because Mike believed him, or if it was because he was simply exhausted, but Mike did fall asleep after that. It only took minutes. But Harvey didn't move. There was no way he could now.
– SUITS –
Mike didn't know what was going on around him. He felt so tired and confused when he woke up again. He also felt really bad, sweaty and aching. Harvey was there and acting weird. It was nice that he was there, because he felt confused and a bit scared, but he figured that if Harvey was there things wouldn't get any worse at least.
He tried to ask Harvey things, things about what was going on, why he was there, why he didn't know the answer to his questions himself. He didn't really get good answers from Harvey. He just kept telling him to relax and lay down again and try to sleep, but Mike didn't want to do that. He wanted to know and he wanted control. He just didn't know how to get any of that.
He didn't even know which day it was or what time it was. Harvey said that it was night time, and that he needed to sleep. But weren't they going to work? He wasn't really sure that it was a good idea for him to work. He might mix up some stuff. His brain was not in order. He felt really, really warm too. He threw away the blankets, but Harvey put them back on him. He then tried to throw them on the floor when Harvey wasn't looking, but it didn't work.
"Stop doing that. You are getting them all dirty." Harvey told him. Mike had to look down on the floor, but it was nothing there.
"No, it's fine." He explained to Harvey, who just sighed and sat down again.
"Well, I don't want my things on the floor."
"Sorry. I'm sorry."
"Yeah, it's fine. You are going to get cold if you don't have the blankets Mike." Harvey said.
"No, I'm really warm. I won't get cold."
"Okay."
Harvey got up and walked away after a while. Mike was trying to sleep, but the other man's movements made him more alert. Where was he going? He tried to sit up and see, but he couldn't. He had no idea why. It scared him. He felt tired, so tired, but he didn't want to go to sleep. He couldn't. Not now.
"Harvey?" He called out for him. Mike wanted him back. Now.
"Yeah." Harvey shouted.
"Where did you go?"
Harvey came walking back to him again. "I just got some stuff he said." It was true because he put some stuff down on the table. Mike couldn't really see what it was, but he didn't care. Harvey was sitting down again. He was closer now. That was good, because Mike felt as if he was floating. Distances seemed really big, but Harvey was close. The room felt huge and he was so small, he wasn't sure if the room had windows or not. He couldn't see them. He reached out towards them, or the place where they should be but he felt nothing. Harvey brought his hand down again and put it on the couch. He touched his head and told him to lay still. Something was in his ear then, and he shook his head.
"Mike, it's okay." Harvey was saying. But it didn't feel okay. That thing was cold and hard, it didn't belong there. "It will just take a second. Can you kept still?" Harvey asked him kindly. He sounded really nice. He usually didn't talk to Mike like that. He did what Harvey wanted. Because if he didn't, maybe Harvey would walk away again. He didn't want that. He didn't want to be here alone. Everything was so big around him, it felt like he was sinking down as everything grew around him. He grabbed Harvey's arm.
"You are not leaving, right?" He asked. He really needed to know. Because if he were, Mike needed to stop him.
"No, I'm still here." Harvey told him.
That was good.
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Harvey checked the thermometer again. He really didn't know much about this stuff, but 103,7 seemed really high to him. He would have to text Donna again and ask. He had done it earlier and asked for advice. She had told him to keep Mike dehydrated and cool. He had also managed to get two pills into Mike after some convincing. It was kind of exhausting to get someone who was delirious with fever and not at all interested in putting something in their mouth to take two pills. But Harvey was a damn good closer after all.
"You are not leaving are you?" Mike asked him again. "Please can you stay Harvey? Just a little longer?" He didn't know how to say no to that. He wouldn't do that, of course. He had asked him the same question many times now.
"Yeah Mike, I'm staying." He had tried to ask Mike why he thought he was leaving, but couldn't get a straight answer out of him. The kid kept staring around the room with glassy eyes, and sometimes his hand flew up as if he tried to grab something. Harvey really hoped that the fever would go down soon. Otherwise he would have to get the kid to a hospital.
"Harvey? Are you here?" Mike suddenly asked him.
"Yes, Mike. I am, I'm right here." He patted his arm a bit. Mike had a strong grip of his sweatshirt.
"I didn't know if you were." Mike whispered.
"I was."
"I don't feel so good."
"I know. It will pass. You will feel better soon again."
It was close to three in the morning when Mike seemed to get a little bit better. Or rather he fell asleep. Harvey spent another night in the chair next to him.
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Hi guys! Thought it was time for an other chapter. I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think, or if it is something you would like to see happen in the story.