What Mike felt the most the day after Jack and his companion had been captured was relief. He woke up with a headache from hell, but it didn't matter. He had woken up a few times during the night, but only once from a nightmare, the rest was because a nurse wanted to check up on him. He wasn't sure that they meant to wake him, but they did. Harvey had been there the entire night with him. He had gotten his own bed that was standing against the wall below the window. He felt a bit uncomfortable that he was the one that was closest to the door, but hadn't said anything. It seemed too pathetic.

His mind told him that he had nothing to worry about here anymore, but his heart didn't seemed to have gotten the memo. He felt anxious, a little scared and annoyed.

"Aren't you going to eat that?" Harvey yawned and pointed at his breakfast plate in front of him. Mike glared at the toast and shook his head.

"I'm not hungry."

"You should eat anyway." Harvey automatically answered. "I need to go and buy something. I'm starving. I expect you to have finished that when I get back." Harvey rubbed his cheek and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Mike asked, even though he knew.

"To buy breakfast. I'll be right back. Do you want something?"

"No, can't you wait? You can have my breakfast." Mike tried. He didn't want Harvey to just leave him here.

"I'm not having that! I need real food."

"Wait!"

"I'll be right back."

"No, don't go." Mike refused to look at Harvey. He just couldn't. He felt angry. Angry at himself for practically begging Harvey to stay, and angry at Harvey for leaving. He noticed that he had started to breathe faster and tried to slow it down. Harvey had stopped at the foot of his bed.

"Can you look at me?" He said. Mike didn't and heard Harvey sigh. "I'm just going to go and buy some breakfast. I'll have a nurse come and keep you company." And with that he was out. Mike watched him leave. He wanted to yell for him to come back. He wanted to scream and curse Harvey for just walking out like that. He didn't. It was so irrational. He didn't know where it came from, the anger. He just felt so helpless.

A nurse stepped inside and ended up being the unjust receiver of his rage. She started to lecture him about the importance of a sturdy breakfast and he ended up yelling at her to get out of his room. After that he was just laying there waiting for Harvey to come back.

He honestly didn't know why he felt so scared. He shouldn't feel like this anymore, it was over and no one was out for him anymore. He knew in his mind that he didn't have anything to be afraid of, but no matter how much he told himself that it didn't help.

He wanted to hide somewhere. Just curl up under the cover in his bed at Harvey's and just stay there until he felt better and ready to face the world again. Here he felt exposed and vulnerable. Any second someone could jump in through the door and hurt him, or just take him away.

Why wasn't Harvey coming back? Had he left for good? Oh god, Mike just wanted to leave. He listened and tried to hear the noises outside, but it was pretty quiet except for the occasional voice from someone who passed his room.

He really couldn't take this any longer. He needed to do something. He knew it wasn't a good idea to get out of bed, people would be angry with him, so he reach for his phone and dialed Harvey's number. He was ready to say practically anything to get the older man back here now.

"Mike?" Harvey picked up. "Why are you calling me? I'm like two minutes out."

"Oh, okay…I was just wondering." He clenched his teeth together.

"Wondering what?"

"When you are coming back?" Suddenly an intense longing rose within him and he had tears in his eyes only seconds later. He needed Harvey here now!

He could hear Harvey sigh on the other end, and he wanted to cry now. Did he not want to come? Why was he sighing?

"I'm nearly there Mike." Harvey said.

"Okay." Mike clutched the phone hard in his sweaty hand and pressed it hard against the side of his face. He could hear Harvey walking. Any minute now he would walk into the room and he wouldn't be alone anymore. He just couldn't deal with it. He wanted Harvey there to keep him from breaking apart completely. It was really what it felt like. He just couldn't deal with it all anymore. There was just too much. It felt like he was dying, and for a crazy couple of seconds he was terrified that he would die before Harvey got there, but then he heard how Harvey swore a little on the other end and tell someone to watch where they were going.

As soon as Harvey walked into the room and closed the door behind him Mike dropped his phone without bothering to turn it off and he just reached out for Harvey with trembling hands.

"Wow, what's with you?" Harvey asked as he sat down, and complied with Mike's desperate reach and took his hand in both of his and put it down on the bed but still in his hands. "I thought I told that nurse to stay with you. Where is she? Do I need to go and yell at someone later?"

Mike just couldn't answer yet. He wasn't ready for that, wasn't ready to actually put any weight or meaning behind what Harvey was saying. All that occupied his brain was the fact that Harvey was here again, and that he wasn't alone anymore. Also he tried to get his brain out of its panic mode.

"Are you even listening? Are you having some sort of brain malfunction right now? You look weird."

"I don't look weird." Mike mumbled absentmindedly.

"You look upset." Harvey countered.

"I am. I was."

"Tell me." Harvey said but Mike hesitated. He didn't want seem as pathetic as he felt. While he was agonizing as what to say Harvey removed one of his hands and picked up Mike's phone and turned it off, and put it away.

"Anyway, "Harvey said when he realized that Mike was too stupid to say something "I brought you some juice. You should drink it." He sneaked his other hand out of Mike's grip and went and got the bottle of orange juice that he threw on Mike's chest. He was totally unprepared and Harvey mumbled an apology when Mike couldn't help but hiss. It happened to land on a patch of his chest that was still a bit sore from the wounds he had had.

Mike had finished half of the bottle when a doctor stepped inside the room and told them that Mike was booked for a MRI in thirty minutes. Mike was not happy, he did not want to be stuck in one of those machines at the moment. He felt weak and vulnerable at the moment. Normally he didn't like the MRI, but now he just hated the idea of it. Most of the time it took almost an hour for it, and it was cramped and boring. But apparently he had nothing to say about the whole thing, it didn't mean that he wasn't going to try. Maybe Harvey could take him home instead. They could come back another day and do it, he just didn't want to do it today.

"I don't want to do it." He stated out into the room that was now only occupied by himself and Harvey. He didn't look at Harvey when he said it, but could feel the older man observing him.

"It'll be fine. You have done it before."

"But I don't feel like doing it today. I want to head home. We could come back another day." He tried.

"You should just do what they say Mike, it's their job. They know this stuff and they are doing it to help you. I'll be here as well." He added the last part after a pause. Mike decided to not say anything else. It was clear that Harvey wasn't on his side. He just wanted Mike to shut up and do what he was told. It made him feel so helpless, like he had no control at all over his own life. And he didn't really have that when he thought about it. It was frustrating.

He let himself be taken to the room where the MRI were taken. Harvey was allowed inside with him initially. Mike saw the machine just next to him. He really didn't feel like laying inside there.

"I don't want to do it." He blurted out again. He didn't! Why couldn't Harvey get that? All he did was to tell him it would be fine. Mike felt himself getting worked up, even though he did make an attempt to stop himself, but then he grabbed hold of Harvey's shirt.

"Please Harvey, please can we just leave?" What was he doing? But he just had to try again. He had nothing left to loose now. He would beg if that was what it took.

"Mike…"

"Please, I just want to go with you. I want to go home. I don't want to be here anymore."

"I know Mike, I know. But listen to me, are you listening?" Harvey had turned towards him now and was holding on to his shoulders.

"Yeah, yes… I'm listening."

"Good. I know that you want to go home, but right now you need to calm down and do this, okay?"

"No, no, no."

"You just have to toughen it out Mike. I know you can do that."

"Harvey please. I don't want to." Mike whispered. Why couldn't Harvey just help him? Why couldn't they just leave? Harvey always got what he wanted when he wanted it, Mike just couldn't understand why he couldn't do this for him. Harvey looked at him with pursed lips, and the expression he wore was one of that told Mike that he just wanted to get out of there, and like Harvey thought Mike was being difficult. Maybe he was.

"Why won't you help me?" He found himself whisper. Harvey heard it because he bent down so that his face was close to Mike's. "I am, kid." He said. It didn't make any sense at all, he wasn't helping! He was aiding the doctors and nurses to persuade Mike into doing something he dreaded. But Harvey thought he was helping Mike. How could he think that? Mike wanted to burst into tears. He wanted to scream. But he hadn't lost it yet, he was still holding on to some of his dignity.

He watched as Harvey stepped away for a bit to make room for a nurse to prepare him. He didn't take his eyes of Harvey. He was sure that he would freak out the moment he lost sight of the other man. He hated that feeling of not being in control of himself, not knowing what was happening with his own state of mind. He couldn't think of another moment when he had felt this messed up. There were probably times, but as of right now he couldn't think of any.

They had him to lay down to go into the machine. Harvey said that he was going to be outside in the control room, so that they would be able to speak with each other. Wasn't that good? He asked, and Mike was pretty sure that he nodded even though he wanted to trash out and scream until they left him alone and let him leave.

"You can do this Mike." Harvey said. And then he was gone and Mike was brought into the tube that was the MRI machine. He wished he had accepted the offer to listen to music this time in the headphones he was wearing, because the sound inside had never been this loud before, not that he could remember at least. It was too loud! He was clutching the alarm button he was been given hard in his hand. He wanted to press it. He wanted to get out!

"Mike, you need to lay still." He heard a voice through the headphones. Easy for them to say. He was trying here.

They gave him a bunch of other instructions, told him how to breath and when. They sounded a bit annoyed with him after a while, because clearly they thought that he sucked at doing what it was that they wanted from him. But he really was trying, they just didn't understand that. It seemed like they thought that he was ignoring their commands on purpose because he could hear the irritation in their voices.

But he just couldn't do it. He had thought he could, he really had believed Harvey when he had said that he could, but he was about to let Harvey down right now, because he just couldn't take it. He wanted out!

"I want to stop." He said. "Now." His voice broke a little. He didn't know for how long he could keep it in now, how he was feeling. His eyes were already starting to water.

"We are not ready yet Mike." A voice said then.

"But I want to stop now. I don't want to be here anymore. I want out" He sounded like a baby, he wished his Grammy was here. She wouldn't let them continue this long, she would have helped him right away. No one was helping him now. He squirmed on the gurney, trying to move his head. The space was too small, it was too loud and he was just so tired and sad.

They were talking to him. Telling him that they weren't finished and that he needed to stay still, but he didn't care. He had tears in in his eyes and was breathing heavily. "Let me out…" He moaned and pressed the alarm bell over and over. He wanted the sound to stop! "Let me out!" He yelled this time, because nothing was happening. He kicked his legs all he could and tried to squirm towards the exit of the tube. The bed started moving then and he realized that they was ending the exam.

When he was finally outside again two nurses and Harvey was already there. They stopped him when he tried to heave himself off the gurney, and Mike found himself screaming no at them. Harvey was talking then, something about getting a moment alone.

"Mike. Mike. Mike." Harvey was repeating his name over and over and he managed to focus on the man's voice. Where was he? Right, he was standing right next Mike holding on to him. Mike reached for Harvey was well and managed to grab his arm. Harvey helped him to sit up and was standing close to him.

"It's okay now. You are okay now. They stopped. It's okay." Harvey was saying. Mike broke.

"Please I want to go home. Please, please, please…" He was sobbing. His nose was stuffed and the tears made everything blurry. "Please help me! You said we were a team. You said you would help me."

Harvey's hand was on the side of his face now, and also on his shoulder. Mike was pretty sure that Harvey was the one how was holding him upright.

"We are a team, Mike." Harvey said quietly, Mike's own breathing almost drowning his voice out. "You need to calm down for me now. I'll help you. Just calm down kid."

Mike cried some more and tried to do what Harvey told him. But it wasn't that easy. It felt like it wasn't enough air in the room. Harvey sat down next to him then and brought an arm over his shoulder and allowed Mike to lean into him sideways.

"Sorry." He said when he could speak again and dragged his hand across his face. He wished for some paper. "I didn't mean…" But he didn't know how to finish that sentence, so he didn't. Harvey assured him that everything was fine, and Mike knew he was lying. Everyone had just witnessed his total breakdown for something totally harmless. He was so pitiful that he hadn't been able to lay still and breathe for like an hour. That wasn't really something that was fine, it was crappy and embarrassing. Oh god, he just wanted to get out of here.

"I want to leave." He whispered. "Why can't we do that?"

"Because you are not well Mike." Harvey said. "I know you want to get out of here. I understand that perfectly, okay? It's just that I need you to be okay before we leave."

"But Harvey, I don't know how to get okay. I don't know what to do?" He cried some more, because it was true and it was really sad.

"How about we start by heading back to your room." Harvey thought and Mike agreed. He just didn't know what else to do now, so he just did nothing. He let Harvey take care of everything.

He was in his room in his bed ten minutes later. He had stopped crying and were just laying there now looking at Harvey. His eyes hurt, his head hurt and he was so tired that he felt like crying some more just because of it. He felt so bad. He felt so worthless and embarrassed about how he was acting that he just wished he could disappear.

"Hey." Harvey brought up a tissue to his cheek and wiped his face lightly, apparently there were tears there. Oh god, he was really having some sort of mental breakdown. He really needed to get himself together. This wasn't working.

"You can relax now." Harvey was saying. "They promised to leave you alone for a bit."

"Good." Mike breathed out. "I just…I just needed to get out of there."

"Yeah, I got that. I texted Donna by the way, she is coming over soon."

"But why?" Mike felt his breathe starting to speed up again. "Are you going to go?" Did Harvey want to get rid of him now? Harvey did sigh a bit after all.

"No, Mike. I'm not leaving. I'm not, I told you so. I just thought that Donna could come and help us out a bit."

"Oh, okay…" Mike got quiet after that. He didn't know what else to say. He didn't want to sleep though. He didn't think he could allow himself to do so anyway. He found himself holding on to Harvey's hand with his good one, and he felt a little bit better, a bit calmer. Harvey was just sitting there next to him, letting him hold his hand. It was comforting.

He was really on the edge though, emotionally. He almost wished for unconsciousness, then he wouldn't have to deal. But that didn't happen and now he felt like he was moments away from getting hysterical. It felt like he just couldn't deal with everything anymore, and it was crushing him. He had it under control right at this moment and if things just stayed like this he might be able to push through until something changed and he felt better.

Donna arrived a while later, but Harvey didn't let go of his hand. But Harvey did look somewhat relieved, Mike could see it on his face. But maybe he was just that, relieved. Maybe Harvey was scared too. The thought just flew past in his mind and he didn't bother to put any more weight behind it at the moment.

Donna smiled when she saw them, but Mike wasn't able to smile back. She didn't seem to mind. She came up and took a seat on his other side. She started to talk quietly to him while she was stroking his arm. The arm with the hand that had been shot. Against his will he felt his eyes slip close before he managed to force them open again. Donna was whispering to him to just rest. Eventually he let his eyes remain shut.

– SUITS –

Harvey had kind of expected this. Or maybe not expected it, but now when it happened he wasn't that surprised. Mike had gone through so much during the last few days that it wasn't strange that he didn't seem to be able to take it anymore. Harvey understood at the same time as it pained him immensely to witness it. He felt like crap for not being able to help Mike more. He felt useless and questioned himself for his actions when he saw Mike's reactions in the MRI. The way Mike had panicked, pleaded with him to help and get him away from there.

Harvey just couldn't do enough. All Mike wanted was to leave the hospital. Something that he just couldn't do yet. Mike could barely sit up by himself, he needed medical care. Right? All Harvey wanted to do was to get the kid away from there and back to his condo and to safety and peace. Here everything felt hectic, even though it wasn't. It was just something in the air. He could only imagine how Mike was feeling. No wonder the kid freaked out.

Harvey felt shaky and tired. But he wasn't going to leave this room. Not with Mike like this. Mike had been laying on his hospital bed blinking up at him with wide red rimmed eyes. He had been trembling slightly and wouldn't let go of his hand.

He was extremely thankful for Donna's help. She managed to get Mike to relax enough to be able to fall asleep. He looked like he was fighting to stay awake for as long as he could. But eventually he fell asleep. Thankfully.

Harvey found himself just sitting there across from Donna. She was still stroking Mike's arm even though he was asleep. Harvey didn't bother to speak, so they didn't. Donna seemed to sense it, even though she looked like she wanted to talk. So they just sat there in silence, both of them.

Mike woke up three hours later. During that time Harvey and Donna had talked for a while. Harvey told her what happened with Mike during the MRI and she listened with tearful eyes. A doctor stopped by too, but let Mike sleep. They would hold off with the MRI until Mike was ready. He seemed pleased with Mike's values and told them to let him know when Mike woke up.

They had seen signs of it before as he was starting to move restlessly on the bed, getting a pained expression on his face. Donna tried to calm him down by stroking his arm again and whispered to him, but it didn't work. He blinked tiredly up at them and then seemed to realize that he was awake and where he was. From looking relatively calm and his whole being changed to a distressed one. However he didn't say a word, he just looked around the room.

"Hi sweetie." Donna said quietly. "Are you okay Mike?"

Mike just looked away the best he could, they were on both sides of him, and shook his head.

"I want…I want to leave…" He whispered, still avoiding to look at them. Harvey's heart sank a bit, he had been hoping that Mike would feel better after some sleep.

"I know." Was all Donna whispered.

"Can we?" Mike hopefully looked at her then. To Harvey, Donna for a moment looked like she was going to cry, but she collected herself and threw a quick glance at Harvey before leaning closer to Mike to answer him.

"Not right now Mike, but soon." With a little luck that would be true.

"Why not? Is it because I freaked out?" He looked up at Harvey. "Because I didn't mean to do it. I'm fine. I just didn't want to do it." He had a panicked expression on his face and Harvey felt paralyzed. He didn't want to deny Mike this. He shook his head.

"Harvey?" Donna said when she thought he had been quiet for too long.

"No, Mike. It's not because of that. It's not."

"Then why? What am I doing wrong? Just tell me what to do!" He looked close to tears now and was biting his lips, his good hand had a hard grip on the cover that he was pressing against his chest.

Donna took over.

"You are not doing anything wrong Mike, nothing at all." He interrupted her.

"But I didn't do what said."

"It doesn't matter. We don't care. It's fine. Isn't it Harvey?"

"Of course it is, kid. As soon as they let you we will go home, okay?"

"Okay."

Mike got quiet, and they watched as he struggled against his emotions. He was breathing harder and tears was rising in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. His bottom lip was trembling.

"Sweetie…" Donna whispered, and it was all it took for Mike to let out a sob, before he managed to control himself again. He wouldn't look at them again, his gaze was flickering around the room instead.

Mike had resigned to his fate, and wouldn't speak or look at them, even when Donna asked him to. Harvey was just sitting there. He didn't know what was up with him. He should try harder, he knew that, but when he was watching Mike's tense expression it was like the words just died in his throat. He just felt so guilty. It was his fault that Mike was in this state. If he only had protected him better. If he hadn't left the room when Jack was there. It wasn't like him to dwell on things like this. But now a days he did a lot of things that wasn't like him.

When the doctor finally arrived, Mike got even more distressed. He stiffened on the bed and then started to babble out apologies. However the medical professional handled it just professionally and managed to reassure Mike that it was no harm done. Mike didn't look really convinced, but stopped apologizing.

Harvey and Donna was asked to step out for a bit when a nurse came by and joined the doctor. Harvey felt like shit when he saw how Mike's eyes were following them as they walked towards the door. He was crying when they were let back in.

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" He sobbed when he saw them again. "Don't go, don't go, don't go." He whispered. "I can't, I can't… I'm sorry."

They didn't get to find out what Mike was sorry about or what he couldn't, because he fell into an exhausted sleep before they managed to calm him down enough to be able to talk. Harvey felt bone tired. He felt like he could fall asleep sitting up straight in the chair he was in. He tried to not let Donna see it, but of course she did, and she ordered him to go home. So he did.

When Harvey got home he set an alarm and slept for five hours, showered and went back to the hospital to relieve Donna. Mike was sleeping again. Donna had been crying, and Harvey regretted ever leaving.

"It's fine. I'm fine." Donna said quietly. "It's just so hard to see him like this."

"Yeah, I know Donna. I know."

"He woke up." She said and then paused for a moment, not taking her eyes of Mike. "He had his face turned against where you were sitting, and he didn't see me. He started crying when he saw that you were gone. He thought he was alone."

"Shit." Harvey sighed and Donna nodded.

"I don't think he understood why you weren't there. He thought it was his fault. He cried for two hours." She blinked tiredly and managed to tear her eyes away from the kid to look at Harvey. "Maybe you could stay with him now." She said quietly.

"I will Donna. You could have called me you know. I would have come."

"I know you would. I just thought that you deserved some rest."

"So do you. You should head home. I'll stay until he is discharged. I'm not leaving him again."

"That might be days."

Harvey shrugged. "I don't care." He leaned forward and touched Mike's hand with his. He really didn't care.

"Good." Donna simply said. "He deserves that." She hugged him before she left him alone with Mike. Harvey studied Mike's features, his sickly skin color, his sweaty forehead and his left hand with the cast on top of the covers. He honestly had a hard time dealing with all of the emotions that flooded through him. He had never considered himself an emotional guy, he was against emotions. He had told Mike that once, but he knew now that that wasn't true at all. Mike had changed him. Changed him for the better. He kind of liked this person he had become a lot more than the person he had been before he met Mike. Mike was someone that now depended entirely on him, and only him. Donna had said that Mike had cried today because Harvey hadn't been there. He didn't know what to think of that. That had never happened to him before, but he found that he didn't mind at all. He wanted to be that person for Mike. He felt prepared to do whatever it took to make Mike better. To have him feel safe and cared for. It was his responsibility, his job. It just was.

However, Mike was sick. Seriously ill. Sometimes it was like he forgot about it, after all he didn't exactly like to think about it. But it was at times like this, when he was sitting in a hospital room next to a sleeping Mike that he realized how serious this was. Mike might not survive this. He had been told by Mike's doctor that they had been lucky so far that Mike hadn't had any serious complications with his heart yet. Harvey suspected that it was said as a way of preparing him on what was to come. It was like they were just waiting for something to bad to happen. The MRI that they had wanted to carry out on Mike had been to determine whether his treatment was working or not, and to be able to find out what the next step was going to be. Surgery was an option. The thought of Mike having to undergo heart surgery was frightening. But the thought of Mike not making it through all of this was something entirely different. Harvey really tried to not think about that. He really didn't know if he could handle that scenario.

Mike stirred and disrupted his thoughts. Harvey watched as his eyes fluttered open. He met Mike's eyes a moment later.

"You are here." Mike stated.

"Yes I am. Stating the obvious are we."

Mike actually smiled a little then, but got serious quickly. "You weren't before." He said.

Harvey just shook his head. "I just headed home and got some sleep Mike. Donna was with you."

"Yeah, she told me. She said I couldn't call you or anything." He blushed a bit, and Harvey took it as a sign that the kid's mental state was improving. "I just wanted to know why you weren't here, I thought…" He stopped here looking away.

"You thought that I didn't want to be here? Right? That was wrong Mike. I just needed to charge my batteries for a bit. It was nothing you did."

"Heh…Are you sure? Because I remember what I did."

"It's fine Mike."

"I was a mess. I am a mess."

"You want me to contradict that, or what?"

"No, I don't think that can be done."

"Are you feeling better now then?" Harvey felt like he wanted to change the subject, but decided to try to talk about the recent events.

"A little maybe. I don't feel like I'm about to burst into tears right this moment."

Harvey thought that was a good thing. But maybe they should talk about that.

"Look Mike, you have been through hell the last few days. I think the reaction you had was pretty normal, considering."

Mike was absentmindedly fingering on a tube connected to his IV while he looked across the room.

"I tried to hold it back, to hold it in. But in that tube I just couldn't anymore. I just wanted out of there you know, I just wanted some control. But I can't have that here. It's like I can't do anything to change my situation. It's like I'm not a person with a will anymore."

"Mike…"

"I know how it sounds. I know why it's happening. It's because they are trying to save my life, but it is still hard to except."

Harvey nodded. "You are handling it excellent Mike." Mike huffed in disbelief.

"Where you there? I was panicking."

"I was there." Harvey said. It wasn't a joke.

Mike looked at him again and had something unreadable in his eyes. Harvey continued.

"You are handling the best you can, and that is all that you have to do. I think your reaction was pretty normal. You probably held out longer than I would have done."

"Yeah right."

"I'm serious. I would have gone crazy and threatened to sue them all if they so much as touched me."

"Yeah, that kind of sounds like you actually." Mike smirked. "I really don't like it." He said next.

"What?"

"This feeling… that I had in the MRI, and before and like all the time lately. It just got worse in there."

"During the MRI?"

"Yeah, it feels like I'm totally helpless. That I'm too weak or something I don't know. But it eh…it scares me, Harvey. I just don't know what to do. I want to do something but I don't know what, and it just gets too much. "

"Yeah, I can get that."

"I guess that's why I want you here, because if you are here I don't have to worry about stuff. You will take care of it."

"Damn right I will Mike."

Mike looked up at him and smiled a little. "Good." He said. "Thank you."

"You are welcome Mike. I'm going to stick around until you are realized. How does that sound?"

"Sounds great." Mike yawned. "Wow…it's so weird that we are having this conversation. Maybe we should stop now."

"It's not weird. It's good Mike. I want you to talk to me. I told you that before, but it seems like you are forgetting that."

As he expected Mike denied forgetting things giving Harvey more ground to stand on in his argument. "Then you do it!" He said forcefully.

"Yeah, okay. Can we stop this conversation now though? I think we should ease into it, or I'm going to die of embarrassment."

Harvey didn't bother to tell him that he didn't have to be embarrassed. He suspected that Mike knew anyway, but he agreed to let it go for now. Soon.

"Mike, we haven't talked about what happened at the office and what happened here, with Jack."

He saw how Mike stiffened and almost regretted bringing it up.

"I don't really want to talk about it." He said quietly.

"I think we should."

"Harvey…"

"I'm sorry I didn't protect you better Mike." Harvey said. He needed to get that out.

"You are here now." Mike answered and Harvey nodded.

They left it at that, at least for the moment Harvey thought. They turned on the TV and Mike was asleep again three minutes into the show they chose, making it possible for Harvey to switch to something better. They were making progress.

Mike got good news later during the day as well. He was told that if he didn't get worse by tomorrow they would let him go home for a few days and then come back to do a few test and a new MRI. Mike agreed with everything they said. Probably just to please them enough so that they would let him leave. Harvey was thrilled too, if it meant getting out of the small hospital room.

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I hope you like this chapter. Sorry it took me a while to update. Mike is a mess in this chapter. I kind of think that maybe I should give him a break some time, but not this time. He has been through a lot, so I think it make sense to be a bit upset. He will get to come home in the next chapter though, but I can't promise that he will feel better. We'll see soon. Thanks for all the reviews and for still sticking with the story!