Chapter 38.

When Mike first woke up some time during the night he felt utterly confused. For a few seconds he had no idea where he was, but then he recognized that he was in his room at Harvey's place and that Harvey was sleeping in a chair next to him. He found himself just laying there looking at Harvey as he tried to calm his breathing down, his chest only hurt a little. He was still tired and felt too warm.

It looked like Harvey was uncomfortable. He was leaning his head to the side in a position that probably wasn't the best. He should go and sleep in his own bed. But Mike did remember last night. He had broken down completely. Again. Something was seriously wrong in his head. It was like it just switched off all the common sense that he normally thought that he had. Maybe Harvey wouldn't agree.

He reached out towards Harvey and nudged him a bit. Harvey flew up right and blinked a few times as he almost in seconds became lucid and ready to face the situation in front of him. Mike smiled a little. Harvey was great.

"I'm okay." He said before Harvey had the time to ask. "I'm good now Harvey. I wasn't before but I am now."

"Okay." Was all Harvey said.

"You should go and sleep in your own bed." Mike told him. Harvey looked hesitant.

"Mike it's fine. Don't…"

"I'm just going to go back to sleep, and if I need you later I will call out for you. I know that you will come."

"Sure I will Mike. But I don't mind staying if you want me too."

Mike shook his head. "You must be exhausted Harvey. I really kept you up, didn't I? Just go and sleep in your own bed."

Harvey nodded a little then, patted Mike's shoulder and made him swear to let Harvey know if there were anything he needed, then he left for his own bed. Mike felt okay with that and was asleep just a few minutes later.

When he woke again he felt pretty numb. He stared listlessly up at the ceiling and wondered what time it was. It a little like he was spinning even though he was laying down. He didn't think it would be a good idea to get up.

Other than that he felt okay. A little sweaty maybe. A shower would be nice, but there was no way he would be able to do that the way he felt now. And there was also no way that he was going to ask Harvey to help him take a shower. He almost laughed at the thought, but then sobered up because he suspected that sooner or later he would have to. That just sucked.

He dozed off for a while after that, and was woken by Harvey who dragged him out of bed to have a late breakfast. Harvey looked a bit better than he had last night and Mike found himself glad to see it. Donna came over later and Harvey left for worked. Before he left he came up to Mike and wanted to make sure that Mike was okay with him leaving.

"Yeah, Harvey it's okay. I promise. I feel better today."

"Good boy." Harvey said and patted his head, smirked and left.

Mike and Donna had a good day. They spent the day on the couch watching movies or sleeping. Mike did most of the sleeping. The day after Mike felt even better. Harvey said that he could come with him to work the next day if he stayed that way. Amazingly he did.

They were in the car on their way to the office. Mike felt strange. It wasn't really something physical, more emotional. He didn't really feel like going to work. That's all they did. All he did. He was at home, or Harvey's home really, the hospital and the office. He rotated between those places. He never did anything else. It was not like he could, and that was depressing. He looked out the window watching the city pass him by. They lived in one of the greatest cities in the world and he never saw any of it. Harvey said that his hospital was one of the best in the world as well, but according to Mike that didn't really count.

"You okay?" He was startled by Harvey's question. "You look like you were lost in thought."

Mike shrugged.

"What?" Harvey asked. Mike saw that he had that wrinkle on his forehead that meant that he was worrying.

"It's nothing."

"Yeah, that's bullshit. What is it?"

Mike rolled his eyes, suddenly annoyed. Harvey didn't get it. "We never do anything." He said, but then corrected himself. "I never do anything."

"What do you mean?"

Mike shrugged again and looked out the window again.

"Mike?"

"The only place I go is the hospital or the office." He mumbled. What Harvey said next surprised him.

"Where do you want to go then?"

He hadn't really thought about that. What did he want to do? What could he do? He glanced at Harvey, who was looking straight at him as he waited for an answer.

"I don't know…" he started. Harvey smiled a little. "We could go and see a movie." He finished. That would have been nice. It was ages since he went to see a film.

Harvey looked at him for a long time. What had Mike been thinking? It was morning and they were on their way to work. It was almost laughable. They couldn't go and see a movie.

"Okay." Harvey said then. Mike stared at him with a slightly open mouth. Next Harvey leaned forward and spoke to Ray. At the next intersection Ray turned to the right. Mike was still looking at Harvey like he had grown another head. What was happening right now?

He still had a hard time grasping it when the car stopped and Harvey got out of the car. He still just sat there when Harvey opened the door.

"Are you coming or what?" He said then and held out a hand for Mike to take.

"You serious?" He couldn't help but ask.

"You are right. We never do anything. Let's go before I change my mind and drag you to my eleven a clock meeting instead."

Mike smiled and just grabbed Harvey's hand and let him heave him out of the car.

The cinema they went to didn't really have much to choose from when they got inside. It was the only one that were opened nearby, Harvey said. They settled for an action movie, and Harvey bought them popcorn. They got some weird looks from the girl behind the counter. Two guys in suits buying popcorn at nearly ten in the morning probably wasn't something she saw every day.

When they got inside the theatre Mike noticed that Harvey had chosen seats on the first row. Harvey didn't say a word just sat down and made himself comfortable. Mike suspected they had these seats just so that he wouldn't have to walk the stairs, and he felt grateful towards Harvey for that gesture. He was kind of winded after all, so he sank down in the chair next to Harvey.

Mike felt happier than he had in forever. Months actually. This was so nice. He almost couldn't believe that he was this happy for something as simple as going to watch a movie with Harvey. Harvey had just skipped a meeting just like that just so that he could take Mike to see a movie. How great was that? Mike almost felt tears threatened, but forced them back. Harvey would think he was crazy if he started to cry out of happiness.

The movie was pretty awesome. Mike laughed out loud more than once, and for one hour and fifty-three minutes he could forget everything else. Once he caught Harvey looking at him and when he looked back Harvey just shook his head a little and smiled and turned his head towards the screen again.

"You ready to go?" Harvey asked him when the end credits rolled.

Mike nodded and made to stand up. Just to fall back down. His legs didn't carry his weight.

"Shit." He swore quietly. "Give me a minute."

"Sure. Take your time." Harvey sat back down again and looked up at the screen. Mike was starting to feel stressed. What if he couldn't walk out of here now? Was he going to ruin this day?

He didn't feel ready when the end credits were finished and the light was switched on. They were alone in the theater, everyone else having left like normal people after the movie ended. Mike made another attempt of getting up, but didn't even make it two steps before he stumbled and Harvey was there and steered him back down at his seat.

"Just wait a bit until you feel up for it Mike." He said. "We have been sitting down for a long time, it's probably the reason you are a little shaky."

"Yeah, it's fine though?"

"Of course. We'll just wait."

However it turned out that they couldn't wait until Mike felt better because after only a few minutes of Mike sitting there with closed eyes and Harvey texting on his phone a voice behind them sounded.

"Excuse me, but you have to leave now. The movie ended."

Mike jerked in his chair in surprise and Harvey turned around. Mike decided to just let Harvey handle it.

"We'll leave in a bit. My friend just needed a minute."

"No, actually you need to leave right now. There is another show starting and I have to clean in here."

"I understand that. But Mike here is just need to rest for a moment, then we'll leave." Harvey tried.

"It doesn't work like that, Sir. You need to leave now or I will call security."

Mike made an attempt to get up at that. "I think I can make it." He mumbled, but Harvey just pushed him back down. "Wait here." He hissed at Mike before he walked away and a minute later Mike could hear him talking quietly to the girl from the movie theater. They had stepped away, so he couldn't distinguish the words. Harvey came back shortly after though.

"You can take all the time you need." He told Mike and patted his back. "I called Ray too, and he said he can come in here and help us if we need it."

Mike let out a sigh and nodded. "Okay. Sorry."

"It's fine Mike. So what did you think of the movie?"

After they had been talking about the movie for some time Mike felt pretty sure that he would manage to walk out of there by himself. He did, even though Harvey hoovered behind him the entire time.

Back in the car again Mike had to ask. "What did you tell that girl back there?"

"I just threatened to sue them a little." Harvey said, and refused to comment on it more.

They went to the office and the day turned out to be pretty good. Mike didn't have any other incidents and managed to get some work done for Harvey. He felt pretty proud of himself for that. Finally he could be a bit useful again. That was a nice feeling.

Three days. That was how long Mike went without any other incidents as he liked to call them. It felt like some sort of record now. He came with Harvey to work and everything, had lunch with Donna, and took a nap or two on Harvey's couch.

Then on the third night he started to feel bad. His chest was hurting. It had actually started in the office after lunch, and he had started to feel a bit too warm. However he hadn't said anything to Harvey or Donna because he kind of wanted to stay at work. They would just force him to go home. Harvey got a bit pissed when he managed to figure out that Mike was in pain. He made him take a few painkillers, which didn't help, and then they went home.

– SUITS –

Harvey couldn't help but feel annoyed with Mike. Of course he didn't say anything about being in pain. Harvey had to force it out of him, and even then he tried to play it down. However when they got home Mike couldn't hide it anymore. He said that the painkillers didn't help so they brought out the heavy stuff. It was supposed to be helping Mike, but it didn't seem like it did.

Mike had parked himself on the couch as soon as they got home, and he hadn't moved from there since. It seemed like he was only getting worse, and it was a bit worrisome.

"How are you doing?" Harvey asked him.

"Not so good." Mike admitted through clenched teeth. Harvey nodded.

"Is there anything I can do Mike?" He kindly asked, but Mike just shook his head and closed his eyes making Harvey feel worthless.

An hour passed, then two. Harvey didn't think that Mike had been sleeping, even though that he had his eyes closed the entire time. Now however he started to look worse than before. Harvey left the kitchen island and walked over to the couch. He sat down on the table next to the kid and tried to talk to him. He offered that they should try something to get the pain under control. Mike agreed to everything. He managed to get Mike over to his bedroom in the hopes of a more comfortable place to lay would help. Mike walked slowly, supported against Harvey. His breathing was controlled and heavy. He had his casted hand pressed against his chest as they were walking. Mike fell down on the bed on his stomach and made no attempts of moving, so it was up to Harvey to get him more comfortable.

Another hour passed after that. Mike was sweating and it was like he couldn't stay still. He had a blanket thrown over half his body and was twisting it in his hands. His shirt was almost soaked from sweat but now was not the time to change it for him. Harvey was officially worried. Mike was in immense pain and nothing Harvey did was helping. The pills didn't help. Mike was panting like he had been running and he would sometimes make short sounds of distress.

"I feel sick. I think I'm going to be sick." He breathed suddenly.

"Alright, hold on, I'll get you something to puke in." Harvey hurried to get a bucket and some towels as well before returning to Mike. "Here you go." He said and put the things down. Mike didn't really react.

Harvey decided to help him and rose the bed up higher and adjusted it more upright. Mike groaned as a response and Harvey mumbled an apology. Mike's face was voided of all color and he was staring unseeingly straight ahead. Harvey pushed the bucket into his lap. Mike threw up a moment later, leaning heavily forward forcing Harvey to hold on him to stop him from falling over.

"You done?" He asked as Mike spit in the bucket. He thought the kid nodded so he leaned Mike back against the bed again.

"Ow, ow…" Mike moaned and Harvey pursed his lips and sighed. By now they had tried everything. Painkillers, the water bottle, distractions in form of a movie or talking, even a hot shower, but Mike's pain wouldn't ease up. The only option Harvey could think of right now was going to the hospital, even though Mike didn't want to. But it was time because Harvey couldn't just sit there and watch anymore.

"Mike?" He tried to get the kids attention. "Mike, can you walk?"

Mike looked at him then. He was panting. "No. I don't…don't think…so."

"I'm going to call an ambulance, okay?" He phrased it as a question which it really wasn't. Mike could complain how much he wanted. But he didn't.

"Okay." Was all he said and Harvey immediately got his phone up and called. He then told Mike that he would be right back and went to get some useful things as well as unlocking the door. They were ready when the paramedics came in. Harvey actually recognized them, they had met once before. How odd was that? They followed him in to Mike's room and proceeded to talk quietly and calmly with Mike as they got him on the gurney. Mike didn't say a word, he just weakly held on to Harvey's hand in the ambulance.

"I'm sorry." Harvey found himself whispering when he had to remove his hand from Mike's as he wasn't allowed to with him any longer in the hospital. Mike just nodded a little with shiny eyes as he was taken away.

Harvey sat and waited a long time after that. He felt pretty shitty. He hadn't been able to help Mike and he knew it was stupid but somehow it felt like giving up when calling an ambulance. He knew Mike didn't like it, but being here was sure as hell better than they being home and Mike being in that much pain.

A doctor came and wanted to talk to him later. She told him that Mike was better now. Harvey couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"Thank god."

"You okay?" The doctor asked.

"I just hate that, seeing him like that when nothing I can do helps."

The doctor nodded. "I can understand that." She said. "I feel like that too sometimes. But you have a great advantage which I don't." Harvey looked at her.

"What is that?"

"You know him, you are his friend and he trusts you, which makes him more relaxed around you. I don't have that with my patients."

Harvey nodded. "So what can I do? When he is like that."

"You can be there for him and support him which I'm sure you do. If you just hold his hand it might help enormously."

Harvey nodded and looked towards the door which Mike was behind.

"You know," the doctor continued. "Studies have shown that when we are alone the brain produces a lot of energy and gets stressed. The brain thinks that you need to solve all of the problems by itself, but in the company of people close to you the stress levels decreases to almost cero. And just something as simple as hand holding sends the signal of that we are not alone."

Harvey nodded and thought about this for a while, Mike had once said something similar about the difference between being alone and together with someone. It might also explain Mike's fear of being alone. He was getting stressed from it, because he thought that he had to fix everything himself.

"How is he now?" he asked.

"We have him on morphine at the moment, so he is quite comfortable."

"Morphine?" Harvey asked.

"Yes, there is less of a risk of side effects with morphine, as well as it being effective."

Harvey nodded. "So he won't be in pain?"

The doctor reassuringly shook his head. "If he is, he can just press that button by his bed and he will be administrated some more."

The doctor left and Harvey stepped into Mike's room. He was awake. Harvey sat down next to him.

"Do you feel better?" Harvey asked him and Mike nodded.

"You want your sweater." Harvey could see that he was shivering a bit. Mike nodded again and Harvey helped him put it on mindful of the wires now attached to Mike. Harvey zipped it for him and pulled the hood over his head. Mike like that.

They looked at each other after that.

"Can I sleep now?" Mike asked.

"Yes." Harvey nodded and took Mike's hand in his.

– SUITS –

He had ended up at the hospital again. Mike wanted to leave now. He felt fine, if anything he was annoyed. Sure, yesterday he had been feeling like crap and hurting like hell, but today was different. He felt fine today.

"Stop pouting." Harvey told him. "They won't let you leave faster because you look like that."

Mike held back on his words. Harvey had stayed with him the entire time. Sometime in a pained dazed he had become more aware of his surroundings and he had found himself in a hospital bed with Harvey sitting beside him holding his hand in his. It kind of looked like Harvey was sleeping. Their hands were sweaty, but Mike didn't want to remove his from Harvey's. When he thought about it was extremely weird that they were holding hands like that, but it felt good. It comforted him. It meant that Harvey cared. Harvey liked him. He really was like a big brother, or even like a father. Mike couldn't help but hold on tighter. He had moved on the bed so that he was closer to the edge, and he was sure that he wouldn't lose his grip in his sleep.

When Mike woke up again Harvey was still in the room, but was laying on a cot placed by the foot of Mike's bed. He was sleeping soundly.

The day was filled with tests and a lot of waiting. It was like they thought that they should take the opportunity to test him for all sort of things when he was there and all. He got to see a therapist for a while to talk about pain management.

Harvey left to go home and shower and head over to the office for a while but came back later that evening. He skyped with Donna for almost an hour too. Weirdly enough, he also got a text from Louis that asked how he was feeling. It was probably Donna or Harvey who told him text Mike.

Harvey spent another night with him at the hospital. He didn't even ask Mike if he wanted him to stay, he just did anyway, which was kind of amazing. Mike thanked him twice.

He was connected to a heart monitor at all times at the hospital. His doctor had said that he was worried about something to do with his heart valves. It sounded serious and Harvey looked intently at the doctor and asked a million questions, but Mike just couldn't follow in the conversation. He was tired, so he blocked it out. In some way he didn't want to know about all of that. What could happen when he got sicker? It just scared him. But it was good that Harvey knew. Someone probably should.

What he did want to know was when he could go home again. He wasn't in such a great deal of pain now, what he felt was manageable.

"We want to start monitor you more closely Mike. I don't really like the way your heart sounds at the moment. That's why I'm reluctant to let you leave at the moment."

Mike glanced up at Harvey. "Yeah, I know, but it just that I really feel better when I'm at home."

"I understand that Mike, and we know that a familiar environment is always the best place to recuperate. We'll wait a few days and see, okay?"

What else could he do but comply. He got to spend three days at the hospital after that. Three long boring days. Donna and Harvey took turns visiting. Rachel also stopped by for a couple of hours. Before she arrived he asked a nurse to help him look more presentable. She had did her best but Rachel still looked like she wanted to cry when she saw him. They didn't get to meet that much anymore and he knew that he didn't look so good.

– SUITS –

Harvey didn't know what it was, but he had an uneasy feeling. Mike was coming with him home today, after three days of begging of leaving. Not so much begging as complaining. At least the kid's spirit was kind of up. There hadn't been any crying or something like that and Mike's emotional state was more stable. Of course there was that one night when Mike had had a nightmare. Harvey didn't think that Mike remembered because the next day he acted like nothing had happened, and the kid had always been kind of bad at lying.

Harvey had his own bed in Mike's room. He had talked about it with Mike's doctor and they had both thought it was a good idea that he stayed with Mike during the night. He was much calmer then, the doctor said. Harvey had been sleeping but woke up from Mike's screams. He flew off the bed and rushed over to Mike. The younger man laid as frozen staring unseeingly towards the door. He was almost hyperventilating and Harvey immediately blocked Mike's view of the door.

"Hey, calm down. There is nothing there." He tried, and after some time it worked, because Mike looked up at him.

"There's no one there? They are not there?" He had asked.

"Nothing and no one. I promise. You are okay."

"I thought they were coming." Mike said quietly. "They were going to hurt us."

"No one is going to hurt us. I'll save your ass Mike. I promise."

"You do?"

"Of course."

He had taken Mike's hand again and squeezed it. Mike slept the rest of the night.

But today they were getting out of here. He was relieved as well. Harvey longed for his own bed. Mike could stay on the couch during the day and watch TV or something until he felt fine enough for a change of scenery.

They took a cab home and Mike managed to walk inside without assistance. He claimed that he felt fine. Harvey wasn't convinced. But in some way Mike seemed to be doing a bit better. He wasn't as tired now as the previous weeks and sat with Harvey when he was working. He also was fine with being on his own. Harvey made sure however to go and check on him every half hour when they were in different rooms. Mike noticed probably, but didn't comment about it.

"I really appreciate what you are doing for me Harvey." Mike said quietly when they were finishing up dinner one night. "You have no idea how grateful I am."

"I think I have some idea." Harvey told him, smiling at the kid.

"Still, you are like my hero." Mike smirked. "I'm thinking about talking Donna into getting you a cape."

"Yeah, you do that. I might even let you use it as a blanket."

Mike was asleep three minutes later with his head uncomfortably bend to the side. Harvey woke him and told him to go to bed. "Come on princess." He dragged him up to his feet.

"I think I take that whole hero thing back." Mike mumbled down into his pillows. "I'll never hear the end of it."

"See you tomorrow Mike. Call out if you need anything."

"Okay. Good night Harvey."

Harvey stayed up for a while after he left Mike to sleep. He finished up in the kitchen, prepared Mike's morning dose of pills and then went back to check on the kid. He was asleep. Harvey allowed himself to do the same. What strange was though, that he woke up about two hours later and was wide awake. He had this urge to go and check on Mike. He tried to tell himself that Mike was fine. It was the middle of the night and he was sleeping, but he couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling he had in the pit of his stomach. He just had to check.

Mike was indeed sleeping. He was on his stomach and looked quite comfortable. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Mike hadn't had a nightmare or anything. Everything was fine. However Harvey's stomach told him that it wasn't. It felt like he needed to be prepared for something. It was like his body and mind was at a state of readiness, like something was going to happen and he needed to deal with it quickly. It was just like the feeling had before important cases. If he wasn't on his A-game things would go to hell, that was what he felt like. But nothing was going on. Louis and Jessica were handling his most urgent cases, and he just had some phone calls that he should make over the next few days. Donna had cancelled the meetings.

It took him a long time to go to sleep.

It was only after it had happen, when he sat in the waiting room that he realized that maybe this was what he had been prepared for. And good thing he had, because he hadn't lost his head and had acted just like he needed to be able to save Mike's life.

Mike had come with him to the office when he felt better or stronger. He could walk around and sit up for longer than two hours without falling asleep that was. Harvey had Mike working on a couple of briefs that he had thought of doing himself, but Mike insisted that he wanted to do something useful and not some unnecessary bullshit, his words.

They were both by the table in Harvey's office, Mike with the briefs and Harvey on his laptop. They had been working in silence for a few hours. "Are you doing okay, kid?" Harvey asked after noticing how Mike was squirming on his seat. Did he look a bit pale?

"I don't know Harvey, I think that something is wrong, it feels kind of weird…" Mike answered honestly for once.

"Weird how?" Harvey looked up now all his attention on Mike, all thoughts of the case gone.

Mike had gotten up from the table and was walking a bit unsteadily away from the table. He was rubbing his chest.

"I don't know…I just have this fe-feeling…" He didn't get further than that.

"Mike? Mike? MIKE!" Harvey screamed the kid's name as he watched how Mike suddenly tensed mid-step and just dropped down on the floor. Harvey knew it was bad straight away. It was the way Mike's body just went limp like it did, like he just went unconscious mid-step. Harvey was at his side in seconds turning him on his back. His head fell to the side. Something was wrong, so wrong.

"Harvey?" Donna was there, she must have seen Mike falling as well. He ignored her as he pressed a shaking hand against Mike's throat.

"Oh shit! I can't feel a pulse! His heart must have stopped." He exclaimed. They had been warned about this.

"What?" Donna breathed as she stepped further into the room.

"The defibrillator, Donna! NOW!" Harvey yelled as he grabbed Mike's shirt and pulled frantically to get it open and expose Mike's chest. Another pull, much more force behind it this time and all the buttons ripped. Mike's tie were still hanging around his neck, but it wasn't in the way so Harvey didn't bother with it. Mike was so still, and all color had left his face. Harvey had never seen a person that still. It's because he is dead, his heart stopped beating, his mind told him. But he refused to accept it. He couldn't! This was not it!

"Donna!" He screamed, because she wasn't there with it yet, and Mike just didn't have the time!

"Yes I have it, I have it." She fell down on her knees next to him and fumbled with the lid. Harvey just ripped it from her hands and did it himself. Donna was whispering oh god, oh god, oh god next to him as she fumbled with her phone. He ripped the pads out and stuck them on Mike's still, sunken chest. You could see every rib. Every unmoving rib! Harvey's hands were shaking. The machine beeped.

"Prepare to administer shock. Don't touch patient." It said with its calm mechanical voice and Harvey wanted to scream at it. He pushed the button.

Mike's body twitched. His mouth was slack. They waited. And waited and it felt like it was forever. But then he moved! The kid moved and Harvey had never been so relieved in his whole life.

"Oh thank god." Donna mumbled. She was crying. "I'm calling an ambulance."

Harvey only nodded, not letting his focus on Mike away for a second. The defibrillator beeped again and talked, and Harvey pushed a button to shut off the sound.

"Hey Mike, you with me?" The kid hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he was moaning. His chest was moving! "Mike?" He shook Mike's shoulder. His hands were still shaking. "Open your eyes right now!" He said it harsher than he had meant to. But Mike did.

His hands went up to his chest where he found the pads from the defibrillator still attached to him.

"What…happened?" He panted weakly, barely detectable. Harvey removed his hands, and didn't let go. He needed to hold on to Mike.

"Leave them there." He said shakily. You never knew, his damn heart could decide to stop again. "You are fine."

"What happened?" Mike insisted a bit stronger this time.

"Your heart stopped." Harvey explained, he didn't have the ability to come up with something else to say. At Mike's panicked look he continued. "But you are fine now. We got it started again. You are just going to lay here and relax until the ambulance gets here."

"Oh. Okay." Mike whispered and stared up at him with wide, tired eyes, but did what he was told.

"They will be here in five minutes." Donna came up to them, she had a blanket with her that she spread out over Mike. Harvey first now noticed that the man was trembling. Donna sat down on the other side of Mike close to his head and stroke his cheek. "Don't scare me like that. Don't do that sweetie." She whispered.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. It's okay. You're okay now." Donna had tears running from her eyes, but she ignored it or maybe she wasn't aware. Harvey sat as frozen beside them. It felt like time stood still. But it didn't, because his heart was beating like crazy in his chest.

They sat like that with Mike until two paramedics made their way into the office. By then Mike was trembling so badly that he had trouble speaking and answering their questions. He was in shock they were told. Mike tried, but couldn't sit up by himself and they lifted him onto a gurney. He got an oxygen mask on and soon after he closed his eyes. Donna and Harvey followed to the elevators. Louis came running after them when they were almost there.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Mike's heart stopped Louis." Donna said and stroke away a tear. Harvey had his arm around her. Not sure if it was for his own benefit or hers.

"Oh shit!" Louis tried to look behind them at Mike. "Is he going to be okay?"

"Yes." Harvey forcefully said, and Louis nodded. "I'll let Jessica know. Take care of him." He watched them enter the elevator, and Harvey nodded at him before it closed.

– SUITS –

Hej! Sorry for the long wait. Thank's for reading and reviewing, love it! It gets me to write faster. I don't know why this took so long to write, I didn't have that much inspiration I guess, and I'm also writing another story now that I'm excited about.
I'm building up now for Mike to get even worse, and soon have the heart surgery. Let me know what you want to read more about! Thanks!