Over the next few days Mike's condition improved somewhat. So did his mental and emotional condition at least that was how it felt to him. No matter what Harvey said, it he was embarrassed about appearing the way he had when he had a fever. But it was so much harder to control his emotion then. Now he did his best to put in an effort of acting normal. At least this new kind of normal with meds, hospital visits and suddenly getting incredible tired for no reason.

He knew it probably wasn't the best thing to do to repress his emotion and put up a front on how he was feeling. He felt like it was going to break some time, but for now he was good.

Louis knew now. Mike had only been to the office once so far, Harvey had forced him to stay home until the fever was gone. Probably a good thing, since he was a bit emotional, and as Harvey put it more unpredictable. Harvey had told him that Louis had been asking a lot about him and sent him greetings through Harvey, and little gifts, which he found oddly comforting.

Louis had been really nice to him yesterday when had showed up to the office. He had even brought Mike lunch, but through Donna. Mike still appreciated it. He claimed that he didn't want people to treat him any differently because of the cancer, but to not have Louis breathing down his neck was a nice relief.

Today Mike had chemotherapy and radiation again. He was going there in two hours. He was not really looking forward to it, but it hadn't felt good to miss a session either. At least it was something that was there to prevent the whole him dying part. He needed to do it, no matter how bad it made him feel.

He was in Harvey's office. Harvey was on the phone with someone. With who Mike had no idea. He hadn't been that involved in this case that Harvey and Louis was on that much. He hadn't ask to be more involved either. He had discussed work with Harvey a few days ago and they had agreed that Mike would take a backseat on most cases and depending on how he was doing he would work more or less. So for now Harvey just assigned him small portions of work at the time and he worked through them and then came and asked for something else to do. It would be for the best. Harvey had promised that he would still be allowed to come with him on meetings and to court if he felt okay that was. Mike on his part had promised to be honest with Harvey on how he was feeling. He had argued that he had been and that that shouldn't be a condition that he had to promise to hold up, but Harvey hadn't agreed.

When it was time to go Mike said good bye to Harvey and Donna and left for the hospital, Ray was taking him. The procedures before his treatment took longer than usual since he had been sick, but eventually he was left alone in a chair with an IV attached to him. It was a room where multiple cancer patients received treatment. Almost all the spots were filled. Actually the room was pretty crowded. Most of the other patients had their loved ones with them. He looked around in the room and saw that actually all of them had someone else with them, keeping them company. He was the only one that was there alone. It hurt.

The hurt hit him like a train to his chest and he intensively wished that he also had someone there. It seemed ironic that on the chair opposite of his was a young women with an elderly couple that had to be her parents. There was also another young girl with her father sitting next to her with a newspaper while she had her phone in her hands. One woman had brought her kids with her to her treatment. They were sitting on the floor in front of her chair playing a game while she looked like she was sleeping. None of them seemed particularly upset. Not like Mike was. Why were they handling cancer much better than he was?

I'm here alone. They have someone. I have no one. The thoughts repeated themselves in his mind and he couldn't let them go. They grew and grew and soon tears threatened to appear in his eyes. He was so pathetic. As usual. But he just didn't want to be here alone! He was the only one that was. He reached for his phone. Maybe Harvey would come if he asked him. Just maybe. Not likely, but it was worth it to try.

– SUITS –

Harvey was engrossed in a case file that he had been working with for almost an hour when his phone rang. He looked at it and saw Mike's name flash on the screen. What was it now?

"Yes. Mike?" He answered.

"Hey Harvey." Mike quietly said on the other line.

"What's up? I thought you were at the hospital?"

"Yeah… I am."

"Okay?"

Mike didn't say anything for a moment and Harvey knew that something was up with him. He was upset for some reason and now he was calling Harvey to ask for something, most likely for help or support. He patiently waited.

"I'm having chemo treatment right now." Mike told him.

"Okay."

He wanted to wait for Mike to tell him what was wrong, so he remained silent. He almost changed his mind for tactic when he heard Mike draw in a hitching breath.

"I…I was…" the kid started to said quietly. "I know you're busy, but Harvey…Harvey do you think that maybe you could come here?" Mike breathed out.

"Mike…" Harvey started to say, but was interrupted when the kid started to ramble.

"Just for like half an hour or so. Just a little while." Harvey closed his eyes and leaned his head on the hand that wasn't holding the phone. He knew that Mike was crying now, but trying not to let it on. If Harvey hadn't heard the sound before he wouldn't have known.

"Are you there? Please?" Mike said, and Harvey realized that he hadn't said anything yet.

"Of course kid, I can come." He said reassuringly.

"You can bring your work stuff with you, I won't bother you if you need to work. It's just…I just."

"Mike, I'm coming. It's okay. Can you tell me what's wrong?" Harvey was already walking out of his office. Donna looked questioningly at him as he passed her. Mike, he mouthed, and mentioned for the phone. She nodded.

"Nothing is wrong." Mike was saying. "It's just…everyone else here…The others here they have someone with them and…and I don't." He said the last part so quietly that Harvey had to pressed the phone hard against his ear and cover the other with his hand as he stepped into the elevator.

"So you feel alone." Harvey stated. Mike was quiet for some time, but Harvey just waited.

"Yeah… Will you come?" Mike asked him.

"I'm on my way Mike. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Thank you."

"Yeah, see you soon."

"Okay. Bye Harvey."

They hang up and Harvey tried to hail a cab.

It was true what Mike had said. When Harvey got to the hospital and walked into the area where Mike was receiving chemo he saw that all of the other patients had someone there for them. It was a young woman with her father, an older man with his wife, a woman with what looked like two of her kids. Mike was at the end of the room, close to the window. He was slumped back in the chair resting his head against it and he was looking out the window, his face turned entirely away from the room. He didn't see Harvey coming and jerked a bit when Harvey said his name. He looked so relieved and happy when he saw Harvey, and the smile on his face was genuine.

"Oh hi, you came!" He said and straightened up a bit in the chair.

"I told you I would." Harvey said and sat down. "How long do you have left?"

"Probably another hour and then radiation." Mike answered. "Are you in a hurry?"

"No, Mike. I have nowhere else I need to be. Relax."

Mike smiled again. It was so seldom he did now, so Harvey took notice of it.

"Thank you for coming. It means a lot Harvey."

"Yeah, sure." An uncomfortable silence spread between them. Mike was still grinning though, so things were good.

"You must be bored out of your mind here. There is nothing to do." Harvey observed the room.

"Yeah, it is kind of boring. Did you bring some work with you?"

"Does it look like I did?" Now he kind of wish he had. Just sitting here for a few hours was not really productive.

Thankfully the time passed pretty fast, they spent it discussing the case. Harvey waited until Mike was finished. "I might as well do that." He told Mike when he left for the other part of his treatment. He knew how much him staying there meant to Mike, the look on the kids face told him that. If this was what Mike needed from him at the moment, he could sit in a hospital waiting room for an hour.

They went to the office after that. Donna scolded them both for coming there, but Mike managed to charm her enough for her to leave them alone.

"I just missed you Donna. I wanted to see you." He said, and he sounded so sincere that Harvey suspected that he wasn't joking. Donna melted of course and fussed over him until they left for the evening.

When they got home Mike collapsed and the couch and refused to move during the rest of the evening. Side effects hit him hard and he was laying curled up on the couch, covered by a blanket and a bucket next to him. He had to use it multiple times and after the fourth time he was dry heaving and trembling. Harvey didn't really know how to help him. Mike said he couldn't. He kept him company at least and helped him to bed when Mike felt momentarily better. The kid fell asleep for the night around two thirty, and Harvey collapsed in his own bed shortly after that. What a day!

The next morning had Mike sitting at the breakfast table staring down in his tea for probably ten minutes before Harvey managed to get him to get ready for work. Mike refused to stay home, and Harvey just figured that it would be less of a hassle to just let him come.

Mike recovered some during the day and worked pretty well. Louis came by and when he saw Mike there he offered to help him with what he was working on. Mike politely declined with a surprised look on his face.

"Did you just see that? He offered to proof briefs for me!" Mike laughed. "That's the first upside with having cancer so far!"

"I'm glad you are enjoying yourself." Harvey said dryly.

"I take what I can get." He leaned back in his chair. "Maybe I should just have him do it. And then I can be like No, Louis this was sloppy. Do it again!"

At Harvey's look he continued. "What? He does it to me!"

"So you will use your cancer as an excuse to get back at Louis?"

"Why not? I don't have much else use of it."

Harvey just shook his head, but he didn't want to say anything because Mike was joking around. He wanted to let him.

"You want me to call him back here then?" He smirked.

"I'll just do it next time."

Harvey just shook his head and they went back to work. Not much else happened that day.

– SUITS –

Mike stared at the pills in his hand. He could count to nine of them in different shapes and colors. This was only his morning dose. It was ridiculous. He didn't want to count all that he took in a day, even though his brain just automatically did. They were for his survival. Sometimes he still had a really hard time accepting that this was his reality now.

Ha had gotten a few extra pills now against depression. He wasn't sure that they were helping that much. Maybe in some ways, but maybe it was also too early to tell. He didn't know.

He was due back at the hospital today. Again. It was time for another treatment session. He had a few sessions left before they were going to take a break from it. So far they hadn't really told him anything about the results of the radiation and chemo. He didn't know if it was working or not, he would found out later. It would be a nice thing to know now though, so that he wouldn't have to walk around thinking about it all the time. Especially when he was lying there in that chair getting the poison injected inside of him, that was when the thoughts whether it was working or not was the strongest.

The side effects then, they were terrible. He was so sick of getting sick. It was so gross. But if it was working he figured that he just had to suffer through it. But what if it wasn't working?

He had discovered that the radiation had its own side effects and these were more physical. He had started to get some kind of blisters or skin irritations on his chest. They were not so bad now but the skin was red and angry looking, and painful to touch. He had asked about it and was told that it was common and that it might get worse, so now he had something to look forward to. Or not. It all kind of sucked.

He didn't to go to the hospital alone again. His plan was to ask if Donna could come with him. He was pretty sure that she wasn't going to say no.

It turned out that she didn't. She went with him and kept him company the whole time. He told her things that he hadn't talked about in forever. Things about his grandmother, about Trevor, about the whole opportunity to get to work with Harvey. She also told him things that he hadn't known about her. It was nice.

His doctor had seemed to be a bit worried about something with his breathing and had almost cancelled the session, but Mike had assured him that he felt fine. Donna had given him a stern look but hadn't said anything.

After the hospital he was feeling like crap and Donna went with him to Harvey's condo. He fell asleep on the couch and woke up several hours later with a headache and a pretty bad nausea. He could hear quiet voices and looked up and saw that Harvey and Donna was sitting by the kitchen isle, eating together. It was like Donna immediately sensed that he was awake because she turned around and looked at him.

"Oh you are finally awake. I was starting to think they put something else in your IV this time. Do you want to try and eat something?"

Mike moved a little to the side so that she could sit down beside him. She had a wash cloth in hand and used it to wipe his forehead.

"Thanks…No I think I'm good. I'm feeling nauseas as it is. Food will make it worse."

"I know sweetie, but I really think that you need to eat more. You don't eat enough lately. Don't think I haven't noticed."

"Yeah, I will eat, but not now Donna. I can't."

"Mike, I really think…"

"Donna, let him be, will you?" Harvey saved him, because she rolled her eyes and went back to the kitchen. She was back a minute later with a glass of water.

"You should at least drink something." He did just to please her.

Donna stayed a few hours longer, and kept them company by the couch. Mike slept restlessly, trying to battle away the sickness he knew was coming. It did with vengeance and left him totally exhausted. It felt like he couldn't even lift his fingers without an enormous effort. It scared him a bit. He wasn't really aware of much, but Harvey was there, forcing him to rinse his mouth after throwing up, and wiped his head and put the pillows in place for him.

When he started to feel slightly better he was able to fall asleep, and thankfully slept until morning. He knew that he had woken a few times during the night. Harvey was there then too, at least once. He had no idea how he had known to come. Mike didn't think that he had called out to him. That would have been embarrassing, but maybe he had. Things were kind of unclear. Apparently he had been pretty out of it last night.

Harvey came in to his room only a few minutes after he had woken up.

"How are you doing?" He asked without any greetings. "You okay?"

"Eh…" He said unintelligently. He had to assess himself first. He felt pretty okay, the only thing was that his chest felt kind of weird, tight even. "Fine I guess."

"How is your breathing?" Harvey asked and Mike couldn't help but star at him in amazement. How could Harvey know?

"It feels a bit weird."

"Weird how?" Harvey wanted to know, and he did his best with explaining. Harvey decided that Mike would be staying home and rest today.

"I have to head to the office for a few hours, but I will be back by lunch." Harvey was already dressed to go. "There is breakfast in the kitchen with your meds. Can you walk?"

Mike threw a pillow at him. He missed.

"Yeah okay, make your bed too. It look like a bomb blew up in here." Harvey added. He watched as Mike sat up on the bed. He seemed to hesitate.

"Mike, are you okay with being alone here for the day?"

It surprised Mike for a moment, but then he felt himself blushing. "Yeah, I'm okay. I don't need you to babysit me."

"You have yet to prove that. No, I'm serious. I need you to call me straight away if you start to feel bad."

"You should probably just go now Harvey, before you unconsciously put an apron on." Mike tried to joke, but Harvey wasn't laughing. He just shook his head and looked annoyed.

"You better pick up the phone when I call." He threatened and then left a confused Mike sitting on the bed. He wasn't really sure why Harvey was so worried about all of a sudden.

– SUITS –

Harvey was reluctant to leave Mike alone, but his plan was to come back at lunch and check on him. The kid seemed fine now, a bit disoriented maybe, but nothing serious like breathing problems. Donna had told him about what happened at Mike's treatment session. His doctor had been worried about Mike's breathing and had been hesitant of going through with the session, but Mike had insisted. Harvey was glad he did, it meant that Mike wanted to fight his disease.

Donna had talked to the doctor and had been told that they needed to watch Mikes' breathing. Harvey thought that he had noticed that Mike's breathing had been a bit labored, but it might had been from all the vomiting he did. Hopefully it was nothing.

Mike seemed fine at lunch, Harvey woke him up from where he was sleeping on the couch. Mike was sleeping a lot lately, not surprisingly though. The treatment was taking a lot out of him, and it was starting to affect him more. Harvey tried to talk to Mike about how he was feeling, but Mike just shrugged him off and told him he was fine. Harvey thought that he could distinguish a slight change in Mike's breathing, it sounded a bit strained, but Mike didn't seem to be bothered by it. It annoyed Harvey to some extent that the kid just brushed it off like that. Apparently Mike didn't realize that Harvey actually worried. He kind of wanted to yell at the other man.

Louis had been really helpful since he found out about Mike. It was a relief for Harvey. Louis had taken the front seat on the case the two was working and it made it possible for him to head home early.

Later that evening had Harvey and Mike sitting on the couch together, the TV on.

Mike was breathing deeply.

Harvey tried to pretend that he didn't care, or that it was normal, because when he asked Mike again about it had told him that he was fine, and if that was how he wanted it then fine, Harvey thought. He was going to wait until Mike commented on it himself. But he kept breathing like that, like he had been running a mile which he of course hadn't. He had walked from the bathroom and back to the couch, and to the table and back, but that was all. Harvey had known that something was wrong! Why couldn't the kid just admit it?

"Mike, come on!" He eventually said when he had enough. "You are not fine. What's with your breathing?"

Mike glared at him. "I...I... I don't know." He panted before reluctantly admitting that something indeed was wrong. "It's kind...It's kind of...hard to...to breath."

"Yeah, I can hear that. You know why?"

"No... I don't. It...feels...weird." Mike panted. Harvey nodded, feeling his heartbeat speeding up. This was serious.

"Weird how Mike?"

"I don't know. Just...just weird. It's like the air... doesn't reach...reach my lungs." He turned his attention back to the TV again and Harvey wanted to hit him with something. So he did, a pillow was the closest thing he could find.

"Ow! What?"

"And you don't think that we should do something about that?"

"It will...pass, Harvey. I'm fine."

"No you are not. I'm taking you to the hospital. This is something they told us to watch out for Mike."

The kid just groaned and sank further down in the couch. However that caused him to getting an even harder time to breath, so he straightened out pretty quickly again.

"I'm going to call your doctor and see what he thinks. If he says to come, you will go without a word. Understood?"

"Yeah, okay." Harvey could see that he was struggling. It disturbed him a lot to watch Mike struggle with something as natural as breathing. The kids face had also taking a slightly reddish color. When had that happened? He made the call and was advised to take Mike in straight in.

"The red color of the face is a sign that he is not getting enough oxygen, and I did noticed some irregularities at the last exam, but I was hoping it wouldn't get worse." The doctor said on the other end of the line. Harvey wanted to yell at him about not being told about that, but decided it wasn't the best time.

"Will it get worse quickly?"

"It is hard to tell, but let's not take any chances. Do you want me to arrange for an ambulance?"

"You think that's necessary?" Harvey asked, a bit chocked.

"That is up to you to determine. Can he move around by himself? Otherwise you call an ambulance Harvey. I will make sure Mike is taken care of when he gets here."

They hang up after that, and Harvey accessed Mike, who started to pant out protests about getting an ambulance. He could walk, he argued.

Harvey had to help him up though.

They were waiting for a cab when Mike started to get worse. He had managed pretty well with getting dressed, taking the elevator down and stepping out on the sidewalk. Harvey didn't know what it was, maybe the difference between the air inside and the air on the busy New York street, or if it was the short walk but Mike deteriorated quickly. Too quickly for his taste. They were standing next to each other, Harvey was looking out for the cab when he suddenly felt Mike tugging his sleeve. He turned confused towards the younger man. What was he doing? Mike was trying to grab his arm, for support Harvey realized. The kid stumbled, he was wheezing now. He was trying to say something as well, but he couldn't get any words out. Harvey thought that he was saying his name. He brought his hands to Mike's shoulders and steadied him.

"Hey Mike! What's happening?!"

Mike had locked his hands on Harvey's arms and was trying to gain control over his breathing. He just shook his head and coughed. Luckily their cab showed up at that moment. The driver opened the door and when Harvey shouted at him he quickly came around and opened the door for them.

"What's wrong with him?" He asked.

"He can't breathe! We need to get to the hospital now!"

Together they managed to get Mike inside pretty easily, Mike let them manhandle him and tried his best to help. Harvey buckled him in and ran around the car and got in on the other side. He threw a glance at Mike as he buckled his own seatbelt.

"Go! Hurry!" He yelled at the driver. He reached over towards Mike and grabbed his arm in an attempt to calm him. Mike's breaths was labored, his face was flushed and sweaty and his eyes wet. He was grasping at the seatbelt and his shirt over his chest. His eyes darted around the car, not really focusing on anything. When Harvey spoke to him, he manage to meet his eyes with a frightened look.

"It will be okay. We are almost there. They will help you. You will be okay. Deep breaths."

Harvey were repeating the same things over and over until they got there. Just as Mike doctor had said there was a medical team waiting for them. They were there and had opened the door and gotten Mike on a gurney even before Harvey got out of the car. He threw a bill to the cab driver and rushed after them. Mike had an oxygen mask over his face and was lying there, limp with eyes closed. Harvey pushed forward so that he was next to the kid. He grabbed his arm and shook it a bit.

"Mike! Hey, kid?"

"Sir we need to move." A male nurse put a hand on Harvey's back and attempted to push him to the side. Harvey then realized that they had stopped outside a double door and everyone was waiting for him to get out of their way. He reluctantly let go of Mike and watched them disappear behind the doors.

– SUITS –

For Mike the whole experience wasn't so much better than Harvey's. Worse in fact. He knew of course there on the couch that this was bad. At first he had attempted to hide it from Harvey that he was having trouble breathing, but then for a moment he had forgotten about it. He really was struggling. It felt scary, but he had had been vaguely hopeful that it would go away by itself. But it didn't of course, and the next thing he knew Harvey was talking about an ambulance. No way, that he was going to the hospital in an ambulance. He had done that enough already, so he had argued with Harvey and won, surprisingly. But then in the cab he had changed his mind. He so wished that he would have just let Harvey call for an ambulance, because he couldn't breathe! No matter what he did. He couldn't talk either, he tried to ask Harvey for help but couldn't get a word out. It was so scary! Was he dying now? That was what it felt like, because he couldn't get any air into his lungs.

Harvey was just sitting there next to him talking, but talking wasn't going to save him. Nothing he did helped, he was starting to feel lightheaded. But then the door on his right opened and hands was pulling him out, and soon he was laying down. Something was put over his face, and then air! Air was being pushed into his lungs and he was so relieved. He was exhausted as well, and let himself relax a bit. He wasn't going to die. He didn't care about what was going on around him, all he cared about was that he finally could breathe a bit better.

Harvey was calling for him, he tried to open his eyes, but when he was able to it was only people he didn't know surrounding him. Doctors and nurses that moved him on to another bed and people that was asking him questions that he couldn't answer. He wanted them to stop, he wanted to sleep. He didn't know how much time that passed but eventually he was left to sleep. They told him not to worry, and that it would be fine. He felt a bit more lucid now. They had him hooked on several machines by now, he had changed into a hospital gown and gotten his own room. Dr. Lundin was there as well briefly. He didn't see Harvey. He still had an oxygen mask on.

"Mike, you should try to relax. It will get easier to breathe soon. We are taking care of you. Push the button if you need help, or have any questions. Okay?"

He nodded a bit. He wondered for a minute where Harvey was, but it was kind of difficult to get heard behind the mask. He would probably show up later anyway. Maybe it would be a good idea to rest some.

When he woke up again Harvey was there. He was sitting on a chair next to his bed and reading a magazine.

Mike groaned a bit to get his attention. Harvey startled so much that he dropped the magazine on the floor. Mike thought that was pretty funny.

"Oh, you thought that was funny? You are an idiot!" He picked it up and threw it on Mike's legs. He kicked a bit and it slid down on the floor again. Harvey ignored it.

"You okay Mike? How is your breathing?"

It felt better than before in the cab, but it was still hard to draw breaths, and when he tried to breathe deeply it kind of burned. He made a vague gesture with his hand. He had no idea how he could have fallen asleep with the mask on. It was pretty uncomfortable. He made an attempt to remove it, but Harvey wouldn't let him.

"No, leave that on there."

He ignored Harvey and tried again, and was stopped again.

"I'm serious Mike. Leave it alone. It's helping you. I knew you would be stupid enough to try to remove it the first thing you do."

"Shut up." Mike told him.

"What was that? I can't really hear you." Harvey smirked. "Are you okay?" He then asked after a moment. Mike had given up on trying to remove the mask. Harvey wasn't going to let him do it anyway. And even though it felt uncomfortable, he could also feel it helping.

He nodded as an answer to Harvey's question, and a moment later a doctor came and told him about what was going on in his body. Something with weakened lung functions at the moment. It sounded bad, but he was told not to worry. And he should rest of course. They told him to do that after everything. Resting helped against everything apparently. But he did what he was told. He was kind of tired after all. Harvey stayed too, which was nice. He didn't even have to ask him to.

However, this time he didn't get better with rest. If anything he felt worse when he woke up again. Harvey was still there. He was busy with his phone and hadn't noticed that he was awake.

It felt like he couldn't get enough air, even with the mask. It wasn't helping anymore. The air just wouldn't reach his lungs. Reflexively he drew in shorter breaths trying to get more air in, but that didn't work either. He felt his heart starting to beat harder. What was happening?

The next thing he knew he started coughing and couldn't stop. That didn't help with not being able to breathe either. Harvey had now noticed that he was in trouble, because he had put his phone away and helped him to sit up.

"Hey, take it easy Mike. Try to calm down." He was saying. Easy for him to say. He could breathe!

"Shit, you can't breathe, can you?" Harvey was asking a minute later when he still hadn't stopped coughing. "You are turning blue!"

The next Mike was aware of was that his bed suddenly was surrounded by medical personal, and he could see that Harvey had been shoved back against the wall. It was a lot of activity around him, they were saying things and moving him, holding him, checking him, and he just wanted them to stop, and just fix it. He couldn't breathe, and he was so scared. He face felt wet, so he was probably crying. He tried to grasp anything, do anything to help himself, but they just took his hands and held them down. He tried to scream. Then he was flat on his back, the mask had been removed and someone was holding their hands around his face, tipping his head backwards. Something was in his mouth the next minute, someone's fingers he realized, then something hard and thick, and it was being shoved down his throat. No! He wanted it gone! He tried again to get lose, fought with everything he could, but the grips around him just tightened as the thing in his throat was shoved deeper down. Things were starting to fade out. He was feeling weaker. Was he dying?

– SUITS –

Harvey was seriously shaken up.

He had just been sitting there next to Mike, when the kid suddenly started coughing behind the mask. It didn't look sanitary at all. But he also noticed that Mike's skin color was changing. The kid didn't get enough air! He needed help now. He pushed the call button multiple times, and a nurse came pretty quickly. He tried to talk to Mike to calm him down, but he wasn't listening at all. He probably couldn't. Harvey still tried, at least until it was so many people in the room surrounding Mike, that he couldn't stay where he was anymore. He backed up against the wall, making sure he still could see Mike's face. The talk among the medical staff was hurried and filled of urgency. Many hands was on Mike's trembling body. Tears were streaming down his face, as he tried to get them off him unsuccessfully. It looked like he was fighting with all he had. Then they decided that the best thing they could do was to intubate Mike. It was serious enough. They tipped his head backwards, someone was holding Mike's mouth open as they stuck a tube down his throat. The whole thing looked really frightening, and Harvey had to quell the urge of rushing forward and push them away from the kid.

They had injected Mike with sedatives and even before the tube was down all the way Mike's body became limp, and he stopped resisting. Harvey himself could breathe a bit easier then. It was better this way that Mike wasn't awake.

It took another twenty minutes until everything calmed down again, and someone came and spoke to Harvey. They told him that they would keep Mike like this for a while now until his breathing improved enough. He was going to be kept sedated for at least 24 hours. Harvey didn't ask many questions, but they reassured him that Mike was in good hands. They told him that he could stay for a while if he wished, but Mike was not going to wake up until they changed the sedatives.

He decided to stay for a while. He needed to make sure that they were right. That they knew what they were talking about. He felt exhausted, even though he had just watched what happened. They did know, because Mike's chest was moving up and down in rhythm to the machine. A machine was helping Mike breath. Harvey couldn't believe that it had come to this. But it had and here they were.

He hesitated but then took Mike's lax, cold hand in his and squeezed it for a bit. Mike didn't stir.

"Don't do that again Mike." He quietly told him. It felt weird talking to him like this. "Look, I'm going to be back here later. I'm going to tell them to call me the second you wake up, if you do when I'm not here. I'm not abandoning you here. They are keeping you like this for a while now, you know."

He paused. Mike was the same. His skin was pale, covered in perspiration. His mouth was forced open by the tube. It looked unnatural. It didn't belong there.

He left a few moments later. He did stop by the nurse's station, and they promised to call if there was any changes. He really needed to head home, take a shower and maybe a drink. He would go back tomorrow after work.

– SUITS –