Chapter 18.

Unfortunately for Mike his first night in his new bed didn't turn out that well. He didn't feel that well after dinner, and Harvey suggested that he should go and try the bed out, so he did. He stepped into the office for a second time. He hadn't been inside this room before today. He had known that Harvey had an office, but he had never had a reason to go in there before. But now it was his room. Harvey had gotten him his own room! He just felt so happy about it, he couldn't stop himself from smiling. He couldn't believe Harvey did that for him.

The bed was pretty big. It could easily fit two people, but Harvey had put some pillows against the wall, so it appeared a bit smaller. The pillows was a good idea, he could then lean against them, and have a view out of the room that was quite big with huge windows. Harvey still had his desk there. Maybe he would come in and work there sometimes. Mike would like it if he did.

When he inspected the bed more closely he discovered that it was electrical and that the top of it was adjustable, kind of like a hospital bed. It must have cost Harvey a fortune. Mike had never had a bed that nice before. But when he thought about it, it was typical Harvey.

When he laid down on it, he knew that he also never had a bed that comfortable. He probably was a sleep within a minute.

Since he had had treatment that day he woke up about two hours later feeling bad. He felt nauseous and had started to sweat. He really hated the side effects, he was too tired to deal with it at the moment, but was forced to do so anyway. He stumbled out of the bed, passed Harvey on the couch and went into the bathroom. He was just in time, because as soon as he stepped into the room he was violently sick in the toilet. He didn't even have time to close the door.

It didn't ease up and he cursed heavily.

"Wow… is it that bad, huh?"

Harvey was in the doorway, but Mike was too busy to acknowledge him.

"You need anything?"

"No…" Mike panted.

"Okay… You let me know if you do." Harvey left after that, and Mike spent another hour in the bathroom before he dared to move. He made it to his new bedroom, and carefully sank down on the bed to lay down. Harvey had been there because there was a juice bottle, a glass of water and some pills on the night stand. Also a bucket.

Just as he was lying there, breathing hard, and trying to stay as still as possible not to be nauseous, the door opened a bit more and Harvey stepped inside.

"Hey Mike." He said and sat down at the edge of the bed. "How are you holding up?"

"Trying to not throw up. How are you?" Mike said causing Harvey to chuckle.

"I'm good kid. I hope you won't throw up either. That's disgusting."

"Yeah…" Mike groaned. "Try doing it for hours and hours. Pretty soon it's just bile, but it keeps…"

"Thank you. I don't want any details."

"No? Cause I can describe every single time if you want?"

"I think I'll pass." Harvey said dryly. Mike closed his eyes hoping to quell the nausea that threatened within him. He didn't say anything for a while. He was too focused with his breathing. He was a bit surprised when Harvey talked again, he had almost forgotten that he was there.

"So I was thinking...You want some company, or do you want me to leave?"

"No…"

"No, what? You want me to go or stay?"

"Yes..."

"God Mike!"

"Company, I want company. Entertain me, Harvey." He said hopefully.

Harvey sat down on a chair. "Entertain you, huh?"

"Distract me then…" Mike said quietly.

Harvey was quiet for some time.

"You know, I think I can do that." He then said thoughtfully. For the next hour or so Mike was lying there on his new bed listening to Harvey telling him stories. It was kind of nice. He almost fell asleep too, but then he had to get up because he felt too sick. Harvey gave him the bucket and he sat on the edge of the bed clutching it in his lap. He was feeling dizzy as well now, overall crappy.

He was so tired as well. He wished that he could just sleep, without the sickness, the dark thoughts and the nightmares. He wasn't that lucky though, and had to endure another two hours of throwing up before he fell into an exhausted sleep. He wasn't really aware of that much that was going on around him. Sometimes Harvey was there and sometimes he wasn't. Harvey spoke to him sometimes and he did his best to answer, but he also kind of wished that Harvey would just shut up, so that Mike didn't have to make the effort of listening to him or answering. He didn't say anything about it though, he was just thankful that Harvey was there at all.

He almost panicked when he woke up and was sick all over the cover of the bed. He hadn't had time to react. He was coughing and trying his best to not make it worse. He shakily sat up and realized what he had done. The room was empty and he was disoriented. He didn't know what to do. He should clean it up, but how? Where would he sleep? What would he do with it all? He didn't think he was in any shape of doing laundry at the moment. In the end he just pushed the cover down on the floor. He would have to deal with it tomorrow, he just couldn't now. He just felt too bad.

It was cold without the cover. He had been pretty sure he had a blanket too, but he couldn't find it. It was so dark too. He curled up against the pillows and brought one to his chest for some warmth. He soon was starting to feel really cold, and started to shake. He couldn't stop from doing it. He was breathing shakily and felt his eyes water. It was really dark. He was a bit unsure on where he was. He was not in the living room anymore. Oh, that's right! Harvey had given him a new bed, and Mike had, of course, screwed it up. As always. It was all he did.

– SUITS –

Harvey felt strangely domestic. That was not something he was accustomed to. Sure he considered himself to be a fairly good cook and he took care of his own place, but now, with Mike in the house it was different. He had to be, he had to take care of things that he didn't put a lot of effort into before. He had to cook nutritious food, he had to keep the place clean and dust free and he had to take care of Mike when he was sick.

Like now.

He had expected Mike to feel bad tonight because of the chemo but it had taken longer than usual. But now Mike was violently ill in the bathroom. Poor kid. Harvey could hear him coughing and swearing. He smirked a bit too himself as he put the bucket and some other supplies in Mike's room. Strange, he was already thinking of it as Mike's room.

He decided to wait for a while before he offered the kid more help. Mike passed him a while later and went into his room. Harvey gave him a while to get himself together and then joined him. He knew that the kid felt like crap, so the least Harvey could do was to keep him company which Mike apparently wanted to have.

Harvey was almost a bit hoarse after talking uninterrupted for so long. Mike had just been lying there listening. Harvey knew he wasn't asleep of the way he breathed and shifted carefully on the bed once in a while, however he didn't open his eyes. He had felt so bad for him.

He left only when he was sure of the fact that Mike was asleep. Hopefully he would stay that way during the night, but not likely. He was right of course. At first he didn't know what had woken him, but then realized that he could hear sounds from Mike's direction. He slowly sat up and looked at his watch. It was almost five in the morning. He went to investigate.

It was quiet when he got out in the living room. He stood and listen for a moment, but couldn't hear anything. He went over to check on Mike just in case. He carefully pushed the door opened. It didn't really smell so good in the room, Mike had been sick again. The young man himself was curled up on the bed hugging a pillow to his chest, the cover was on the floor. In the dim light from the hallway Harvey could see that he was shaking.

"Mike? You okay?" he asked and watched as Mike jerked in surprise before he turned on his back.

"I'm…I'm sorry." Was all he said though.

"For what?"

"I couldn't…I wasn't fast enough. I was sick."

For a moment Harvey thought that he was delirious, but then it clicked.

"Don't worry about it. How about we find you another blanket huh?"

He carefully scooped up the soiled cover and threw it in the laundry basket in the bathroom, then he took a blanket from the couch and went back and draped it over Mike, before he went to the kitchen and got supplies that he thought useful.

When he came back Mike was in the same position as before curled up in a ball, he was clutching the blanket close to his body. Harvey saw that he was still shaking.

"Mike?" He asked. "Are you okay? Are you still cold?"

"Yeah…"

"Oh…Okay. Let's see if we can do something about that huh?" Harvey replied and went to search for something else to cover the kid with. It was not like he had a bunch of blankets in the house. There was one more on the couch but he didn't think it would be enough. He thought he had one more somewhere, but Mike was shaking so badly that it probably wouldn't be enough for him either. He swore quietly to himself and went to his own bed, grabbed the cover and went back to the kid. Mike would need it more than him, and he could always use a blanket himself. He couldn't have Mike lying there freezing the entire night, that wouldn't be right. He dumped the cover on top of Mike as a joke.

"Here you go. You can use this." He told him. Mike however did nothing to correct the fabric that was covering half of his face, causing Harvey to feel bad. He quickly draped it over the kid away from his face, muttering an apology. Mike then almost desperately pulled it closer to his body.

"I'm so cold… Shit." He whispered. "Is this yours?" He asked a moment later indicating for the cover.

"Yes." Harvey just said.

"Oh…" Mike hesitated. "You…you can take it. I don't need it that much."

"Oh come on, you just complained on how cold you are."

"Yeah, but now you don't have anything because I threw up on mine, and you shouldn't have to give me yours. It's my fault."

"It's one night Mike. I can use a blanket. You keep that." He pushed Mike hand back down from where he was holding the cover up to him.

"But…but…"

"Just go to sleep will you? It's late and I'm tired."

"Oh…Sorry."

"No, it's no problem. Just go to sleep, okay."

"Okay."

Harvey left for his bed when he was sure Mike was asleep again. It took the kid a while. It seemed like he was still cold because he wouldn't stop shaking for quite some time.

Harvey brought the blanket from the couch and draped over himself, it was not as nice as his cover, but it would have to do. Mike really needed it more.

Mike was so different now. It was like he was afraid of pissing Harvey off. It wouldn't be so strange if he was after all. Mike was very much dependent on him now, and he wouldn't have anyone else to turn to if he didn't have Harvey. It was a heavy realization. He couldn't imagine how it must be like for Mike, to be in this situation, being so ill and having to suddenly depend on someone else. His boss of all people.

The kid wasn't his normal self anymore. It was like he was a different person entirely. He sort of reminded Harvey off a scared little boy. And he kind of was. Harvey felt a surge of protection against him. He knew that he would do anything for Mike. He just wanted him to get better. It was his biggest wish at the moment. Unfortunately it didn't seem to be happening any time soon.

Mike didn't even look like himself anymore. He had dark circles under his eyes, his skin was pale almost white and he was overall much thinner than before. When he had to help him to the bathroom or back to bed Harvey could feel his ribs underneath his clothes. He should probably keep a closer watch on what the kid was eating.

Suddenly he had an overwhelming urge to go and check on Mike again. He laid there debating whether to do it or not, and eventually did it. Mike was in the same position as he had been ten minutes ago.

It was Saturday the next day, and both Mike and Harvey really needed it. They had a late breakfast and after that they went on with their own things. Mike went back to his bedroom and Harvey sat at the couch going through some files for the case he was working on. It was work that Mike normally would be doing. He had been thinking this time about handing it off to some of the other associates, but had decided to just do it himself. He didn't want to risk the fact that Mike would find out that Harvey had someone else doing the work he was supposed to do. It would not go well by him, Harvey was sure of it. So here he was, doing it himself.

He heard a noise coming from his office that was now Mike's room. He looked up and saw Mike coming into the living room. He was wearing sweat pants and a hoodie. His hair was messed up and he looked exhausted, something he pointed out to Mike.

"Oh shut up." Mike muttered and plumped down on the couch next to him. He stretched for the remote and turned on the TV. He settled for a movie that they both had seen, but Harvey didn't say anything. He was supposed to work after all.

As the movie played on Harvey noticed that Mike was getting more and more tired, and soon he fell asleep, snoring lightly. He slowly listed to the side against Harvey, and just as he tipped over against him, Harvey made an attempt to push him back a little, but failed. The next thing he knew Mike's head was resting against his shoulder.

"Oh come on! Seriously?" He muttered. But he didn't move.

Mike hadn't been sleeping well at all lately, and yesterday night hadn't been an exception. Harvey had noticed it on the way he looked, and how hard it probably was for him to get up in the morning. Though in the evenings it seemed like Mike was resistant to go to bed. He would ask Harvey if he wanted to watch a movie or if they could stay up a bit longer to work. He had complied a few times. It was no wonder the kid got tired.

Mike was struggling during the days, he looked tired most of the time. He was always pale and had dark circles under his eyes. He had nodded off a few times in Harvey's office, and Harvey had wanted to send him home. Donna had also tried to help by suggestion naps on Harvey's couch. The two of them also went out for lunch when Mike was up for it, and Donna forced the kid to eat healthier. Mike had complained about it.

This was why Harvey decided to just let Mike sleep for now, leaning heavily against him. It forced him to leave his right arm in the same position which made it difficult to write down notes, but he could manage. If it meant that the kid got some well-needed sleep, he could manage.

It took two hours before Mike began to stir. Harvey watched with amusement as he woke up and realized what he had been doing.

"Oh shit." He groaned and pushed himself away from Harvey. His normally pale face took on a reddish color. "Sorry."

Harvey just smirked and shook his head.

"I fell asleep on you." Mike stated. He was quiet for a while and watched Harvey. "Wait a minute." He then said. "You let me sleep on you! That was unexpected. What does that mean Harvey?"

"Shut up."

"You so care." Mike chuckled and got up from the couch and went over to the kitchen. Harvey chose to ignore him. Mike started to go through his kitchen shelfs, slamming with plates and pans. "That's nice." Harvey heard him add quietly. Harvey smiled down into his files.

"Hey Harvey?" Mike shouted. "You want lunch?"

"Sure."

– SUITS –

It was a bit embarrassing that he had fallen asleep leaning against Harvey. Not that he had been able to control it, because he was after all sleeping. What surprised him was that Harvey actually had let him. He hadn't thought that the older man would ever allow him to do something like that. Harvey did surprise him sometimes. A lot lately.

He enjoyed the fact that he was able to cook lunch. He felt like he contributed somewhat then. He didn't only take advantage of Harvey's hospitality then, he actually could do something, help. It was not often he felt like that now a days. Most of the time he felt totally helpless. Or at least like he wouldn't know what to do if Harvey decided he didn't want to help him out anymore. He didn't think Harvey would ever back out of this, but he couldn't help fearing that there was a tiny possibility that he would. The truth was that he was scared of screwing up, causing Harvey to end it and throw him out. He would die then, sometimes it was how it felt. But it wasn't fair to Harvey to think like that, he also thought. Harvey would probably be mad if he knew about it.

So far they had gotten in a lot of weird situations that they both under normal circumstances would have been uncomfortable in, but now was dealing on a regular basis. Mike had a feeling it would only get more frequent. Even today he didn't feel good. He was tired and felt kind of weak. He also had a dull ache in his chest that wouldn't go away, and he suspected that it would only get worse. Hopefully he wouldn't end up in the hospital, he really didn't feel like going there, not now when Harvey had gotten him a bed and his own room and everything. He rubbed his chest a bit, but stopped himself. He was kind of sore. His skin had started to become effected from the radiation he was getting, he had noticed a few areas that was starting to look kind of red.

He was starting to feel worse. The lunch wasn't finished yet, so he couldn't go and lay down yet. Sure he could ask Harvey to finish, but he thought he could tough it out.

By the time he was finish his chest was hurting so much that he couldn't stand up straight. He had to sit down by the table and collect himself for a moment before he called Harvey to come and eat. Harvey watched him with a raised eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Mike just picked in his food. He wasn't hungry anymore.

"You don't like it?" Harvey asked him.

"Not really."

"You okay? You don't look so good."

"Not really."

"You look like you are going to throw up. Go lie down."

Mike nodded and slowly stood. "Yeah, I think I will." He hesitated.

"I will take care of it." Harvey mentioned for his plate and barely eaten food. "I will save it for you."

Mike's thought was to go and lie down on his bed, but as soon as he stood up he realized that he probably wouldn't be able to make it to his bed without having to ask Harvey for help. He mostly just wanted to sink down right where he stood, but he couldn't do that. Harvey would freak out. He pretended that he was better than he was and went for the couch. It felt like it took him forever to get there, but Harvey didn't comment. Maybe he was too busy eating.

He sank down on his stomach on the couch. His chest was really hurting by now. He didn't get how it could become that bad so fast. He prayed for it to pass quickly. It was a while ago since he took pain killers so he could probably do it soon. He just wwould have to ask Harvey for them. That meant admitting he was in pain. He didn't really want to do that.

However after just ten minutes or so he couldn't take it anymore.

"Harvey?"

He heard the other man get up and walk over to him.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Could you get me my pain killers?" He tried to sound casual. Harvey didn't fall for it.

"Is it that bad? Didn't you just take some?" But he went to get them and a glass of water.

"Do you need help taking them?" He kindly asked when he returned.

Mike tried to move. It got worse. "Yeah…" He breathed out. Harvey grabbed his shoulder and turned him easily on his back, and then heaved him up and propped him against the back of the couch. When had Harvey become so good at that?

"Open up." He said and held the pills up against Mike's mouth. For a moment he tried to grab them, but Harvey wouldn't let him so he just opened his mouth.

"I can do it myself." He whined when Harvey held up the glass as well.

"This is faster, and I can make sure you don't stain my couch."

"It's just water. It wouldn't stain."

"Well, I don't want it wet either. Now, lay down again."

Mike did what he was told and closed his eyes. Maybe he could get some sleep. After a few minutes he knew that that was not going to happen. It hurt too much. It was all he could think about, how much he was hurting right this second. He found a pillow next to him and pressed it hard against his chest in hope that it would help. He was starting to sweat. Even breathing hurt. What was happening to him? Why wasn't the pain killers helping? Usually when he took them, the pain slowly would ebb away, however this time it didn't. It felt like it was getting worse. He wanted it to stop. To stop now!

– SUITS –

Mike was on the couch. He was on his stomach clutching a pillow to his chest. Harvey knew at once that it was serious this time, because the kid had his eyes tightly shut and he was shaking a bit. It looked like he was trying to stay as still as possible. Even his breathing was he trying to keep to a minimum movement.

"Are you okay Mike?" He asked. It was a stupid question and Mike slowly and carefully shook his head. Of course he wasn't okay. You could see it from far away.

"What's wrong?" Harvey stepped closer to him.

"It hurts. My chest." Mike panted.

"But you have taken the pain killers?" Harvey stated.

"Yeah. But it's not helping." Mike breathed out.

"That sucks." Harvey sat down next to him. "Anything I can do?" He asked.

"I don't know." Mike answered after a moment.

"Okay, well. Let me know if it is. I'm sure your meds will take effect soon. I'll be over by the table."

He opened his laptop, and was soon deeply engaged in a case file. Mike however interrupted his thought process about forty minutes later by groaning. Apparently he was still in pain. Harvey sighed and closed the laptop, and rubbed his face. He was pretty tired, and he suspected that he wouldn't be able to go to bed any time soon. Not that he minded, not really. It was just hard to know that Mike was struggling, and to see him like that. He went over to him.

Mike was trembling. The blanket had slipped down his back, he was on his stomach. His shirt stuck to his back from sweat. He had his arms tightly pressed against his chest and had his shirt clenched in his fist. He really did look bad. Harvey sat down on the table next to him, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Mike, hey. Is it something I can do?" He asked.

"It hurts, Har… Harvey."

"Yeah, I get that. It will get better, you have to let the meds work."

"No, they…they don't. It doesn't work. It's not getting better. It's getting worse."

Harvey didn't really know what to answer to that. He didn't want to lie to the kid.

"You want to move to the bed?" He asked instead. "You will be more comfortable there."

"I don't think it will hurt less just because I move to the bed."

"It can't hurt to try." Harvey decided. "Come on!"

Mike complied and groaned as he sat up. He folded himself in half as soon as he was able to. Harvey helped him to stand up, and Mike's knees buckled almost instantly. "Whoa. I got you." Harvey said and steadied him as they made their way to Mike's room. Mike fell down face down on top of it as soon as he was within reach. He groaned into the pillows, and swore.

"I hate this. I hate this." He mumbled.

"Yeah, well. It will pass Mike. Just try to rest." He made for the door.

"No, where are you going?" Mike stopped him. "You just dump me here?" He panted angrily. "You just wanted to get rid of me?" His head was still buried in the pillows, so Harvey couldn't read his expression.

"No, I didn't. What do you want me to do then Mike?"

"I don't know! You figure it out yourself!" Clearly Mike was pissed off now.

"So what? You want me to just sit here then?" He went for a chair.

"Yeah!" Mike said forcefully, and Harvey guessed that it was apparently exactly what he was going to do.

Harvey clenched his teeth as he listened when Mike moaned and twisted on the bed.

"It will pass." He stupidly said. He searched his mind for anything else, but couldn't come up with it.

"No, it won't. It feels like my muscles are tearing apart or… or something. It hurts so much."

Harvey nodded, before he realized that Mike couldn't see him since his eyes was screwed shut.

"Just hang in there. You can get through it."

They spent about ten minutes in silence but then Mike couldn't take it anymore. His ragged breathing became worse, and it almost sounded like he was trying not go cry.

"I want it to stop. God, I want it to stop now."

"I know. I know." Harvey tried to comfort him.

"No, you don't know! It hurts. It hurts. It hurts." He was almost hysterical at this point, panting and twisting in the bed, and Harvey knew he had to do something. He just didn't know what!

Maybe they should just go to the hospital. He had had that thought a while now. Mike clearly needed stronger medication. Shit! He felt so helpless.

"Mike, Mike? It's okay. I know you are hurting." He patted the kids back pretty forcefully, and Mike twisted against his hand. Maybe if he just could get the kid to focus on something else.

"Oh god…" Mike mumbled. "I feel sick."

"Yeah you are."

"It's not funny…"

"No, it's not. Do you need to throw up?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Ow.." he pressed harder at his chest. Harvey felt him shake more, like he was crying.

"Shh, shh.." He said quietly. Harvey felt really shaken up. "You want me to take you to the hospital?"

"No! No, Harvey. I don't want to go there." Mike hiccupped. "I don't."

"Fine. I was just asking Mike. But it might be a good idea. Your meds doesn't seem to be working."

"They won't do anything anyway."

"They will help you, god dammit!"

"Please…I don't want to go."

Harvey let the subject drop. He looked at his watch. If the kid wasn't better within the next hour he would take him anyway. He wouldn't care what Mike wanted. He could barely stand seeing him like this. He was pretty sure that the kid was crying in his pillow by now. Sometimes he made some pathetic whimpering noises that made Harvey's heart clench. He was not doing anything to help. He was just sitting there with his hand on Mike's trembling shoulder.

"It hurt so much…It won't stop." Mike whispered suddenly.

"It will." He tried to sound sure.

"No, no, no…When?"

"Soon."

"You're lying." Mike whispered and turned his face more away from him. Harvey wouldn't have it though.

"I have never lied to you. I'm not about to start now. You can do this."

"I don't want to do this!" Mike whined, he twisted around and tried to find a better position on his back, causing Harvey to remove his hand. Mike looked up at him with red rimmed eyes. He brought an uncoordinated hand up against Harvey, who without hesitating too much grabbed it in his own. He soon was holding Mikes hand up, because the kid had no strength to do it himself.

"Har…Harvey!" Mike suddenly groaned and ripped his hand away and brought it to cover his mouth.

"Shit! Hold on!" Harvey scrambled away in search of something, anything that the kid could use. A trash can had to do. He helped Mike as he leaned over the edge of the bed. He was pretty sure that if he let go of Mike's shoulder the kid would slide down to the floor.

Mike was coughing and gasping when he was done. He was shaking so much that Harvey had to hold him with both hands, as he helped him to lay down again.

"Oh kid." Harvey whispered and patted him on the head a few times. It seemed like the kid wasn't aware of it. He was just lying there, panting and staring unseeingly in front of him. Like he didn't have the strength to do anything else. Harvey pulled the cover up over him, Mike didn't react and Harvey was starting to get very worried.

"Mike? Hey, kid? What's going on? Talk to me Mike. Please." He said quietly, his hand grasping his phone hard. If Mike didn't react he was calling.

"It just hurts." Mike sighed. He looked at Harvey, who nodded. "I'll be right back." He said. He had gotten an idea. He knew that he had a hot water bottle somewhere. In the third place he looked he found what he was looking for. He quickly prepared it, wrapped it in a kitchen towel and went back to the kid. He removed the covers and placed the bottle on Mike's heaving chest. Mike's eyes flew open at the contact. For a minute he just lay there staring at nothing, but then he shifted and one arm went to hug it closer to his chest and the other he threw over his face.

"What?" Harvey asked. "Are you crying? I thought it would help." He said desperately. It was really time for the hospital now. He had almost dialed the three numbers when Mike spoke.

"I does..Oh.." He said. "It helps. I'm just…I'm just so relieved."

"Oh shit. You scared the crap out of me. I thought you were dying or something." Harvey breathed out. "Damn it Mike!"

Mike just laughed a little. "Thanks Harvey." He said and moaned some more.

"Yeah, you're welcome."

"Why didn't you think about this sooner? It's great." Mike mumbled and pressed it closer.

"Yeah, I don't know."

Harvey felt exhausted. He was so incredible grateful that the kid seemed a little better. His heart was still beating hard in his chest as he sat there and watched Mike.

It took an hour or so, and one reheating of the water bottle for Mike to start to feel slightly better. He stopped crying pretty fast to Harvey's relief. Apparently Mike had been so relieved that something was actually working against the pain so he had started crying. That was how much pain he had been in. Harvey suspected that he still was hurting, but didn't want to say how much. Harvey just let him be. He had brought some work over and sat at the desk in the room, so that Mike could see him still.

They talked some, Harvey asked Mike for case details that Mike rambled to him from memory. They went to eat later too, Mike moving around stiffly. They watched a movie and Harvey suggested that Mike would go to bed, which he did. Harvey found himself in his doorway saying good night. What was happening? But why should he resist to do things like that? Mike seemed to like it, because he smiled up at him from the bed.

"I'll try not to throw up again tonight. Though I know how much you like to do laundry."

"Funny… I will cover you up with a towel next time. Go to sleep."

"Good night Harvey."

"Good night Mike." With that Harvey left for his own bed. He was so tired. He could sleep for days now. Not that he would. Luckily it was Sunday tomorrow so they had another day to rest.

At first Harvey didn't know what it was that had woken him. He looked confused at the nightstand where his alarm clock was. It wasn't the alarm since it was barely morning yet. And it was Sunday, he hadn't set an alarm. He slowly sat up in bed and listened to see what it was that had woken him. Was it Mike? And yes there it was, he heard something that sounded like sobbing. Was he in pain again? Had something else happened? He quickly got out of bed and went over to where Mike was sleeping. Except he wasn't sleeping. He was sitting up in bed with the cover pooled over his legs. He was clutching it tightly in his hands as if he desperately needed to hold on to something. His breaths came out as violent sobs that shock his whole body. Shit! What was it now?

Tears was streaming down his face and his whole attention was directed against the windows in the office, but Harvey couldn't see anything out of the ordinary when he glanced over. At first he froze a bit on the spot as soon as he saw Mike. He wasn't really sure on what to do. But then he walked up to the kid, turned on a light and slowly sat down next to him.

"Hey Mike." He said. But Mike didn't show any sign of even beeing aware that he was there. He put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, but Mike violently shrugged his arm away and moved away from him on the bed. It shocked Harvey to some extent.

"Hey kid, what's going on here? Are you in pain? It's just me, Harvey." He said when Mike didn't seem to notice him.

Mike looked at him now, with wide wet eyes.

"Harvey?" he asked. "It was someone there!" He pointed towards the windows.

"Outside? Mike, that's impossible. You know how many floors up we are?"

"No, I saw them." He whispered, and pulled at the cover that Harvey were sitting on. Harvey sighed and got up and walked over to the window and looked out with exaggerated moves. He was aware of that Mike was following his every move. He had stopped crying, but still looked terrified. His eyes were flickering between Harvey and the windows. Harvey went back to the bed.

"There is no one there Mike, you were dreaming." He said. Mike nodded, but kept his gaze at the windows until Harvey lightly tapped his cheek.

"It was a dream." He repeated. The kid was so out of it.

"Sorry…I'm sorry Harvey. I really thought someone was there. I just…" he stopped talking and drew a few deep breaths and tears slowly started running down his cheeks again. He swiped them away, but new ones kept coming, so he just hid his face in his hands. "I'm sorry."

"Hey it's okay. You were confused. It's fine." Harvey sat on the side of the bed and felt awkward as Mike was silently crying in his hands. He hesitated but then patted Mike's shoulder, afraid that he would pull away again. But he didn't.

"You should go back to sleep." He said after a few minutes. He helped Mike to lay down again and put the covers over him. Mike turned on his side and kept his eyes turned away from Harvey's. He didn't say anything. His eyes were a bit puffy from crying, and every once and a while a shiver ran through him.

"You are not in pain are you?" Harvey asked. Mike shook his head.

"Eh... Do you...Do you want me to stay?" He asked after they both had been quiet for a minute or two. Mike glanced up at him but as soon as Harvey meet his eyes he looked away. And Harvey understood that he was embarrassed.

"If you want to." He said. "You don't have to." But when Harvey stood up he made a sound that was a cross between a cough and a sob. Harvey walked over to a chair and pulled it closer to Mike and sat down as he gave him a nod. And when he did he could see the gratitude in Mike's eyes. Harvey could sleep tomorrow.

"I wasn't going to leave." He said to reassure him. "You think you can sleep now?" He continued.

"Yeah, I think so. Thank you Harvey." Mike silently said.

"Any time, Mike." Poor kid.

– SUITS –

He had been dreaming. When he woke up he couldn't remember anything other than the dark shadows outside the windows that had been trying to get in. He had been absolutely terrified, his heart was pounding hard in his chest which scared him even more. He had been crying already when he woke up and now he had been so scared and wasn't able to stop. He didn't even care. He stared at the windows expecting to see the shadows again. He was so confused! But then Harvey had been there and he had felt a bit better. Harvey would fix everything.

He had told him that it was only a dream. At first he wasn't sure, but Harvey sat down next to him and spoke calmly to him. It helped and after a few moments he realized that Harvey was right and it had only been a dream. He felt a bit embarrassed, but Harvey acted like everything was fine and normal. He also asked if Mike wanted him to stay. Of course he wanted Harvey to stay, and he did!

He did stay and Mike felt as he wanted to cry from relief. Everything was so confusing, but when he opened his eyes and saw Harvey sitting there next to him in one of the arm chairs he felt that he could relax. Nothing bad was going to happen if Harvey was there. And Harvey had told him that he wasn't going to leave anymore.

– SUITS –

It was awhile ago since the last chapter now. Hope you liked this one!