Beating the odds

by LioSky

Something was going on with Mike, and it wasn't anything good. He felt it, and Harvey had noticed it. It was not like it was the first time either. But this time it was nothing that either of them could control. As it turns out Mike is sick, really sick. He is going to need help, and a lot of it.

67. Chapter 67 - Pneumonia part 2

Chapter 67.

Yet again this felt like the worst he had ever felt. He had that a lot. This was different though. This was so uncomfortable in other ways. This pain was different from other pain that he had experienced in his cancer journey. He honestly would prefer the normal chest pains he use to have, rather than go through what he was going through right now.

The worst part was his skin, it felt like it was on fire. Every part of his body was on fire. It wasn't so intense, but fire was certainly the way he would describe it. It stopped him from doing pretty much anything. He couldn't go to sleep because it hurt too much, and the areas where his clothing was hurt as well, like they were rubbing against him.

It was awful when people touched him as well. He tried to comply when the nurses or doctors needed to touch him, but if he had had the energy, he would have liked to scream at them to stop. They were always there, yet they didn't do anything to help him. And he really wanted help right now. His back ached for some reason and he had a severe headache as well and it hurt to swallow. Coughing was hell. Why wouldn't it stop? Why couldn't he just pass out?

He longed for comfort, any kind of relief. He knew that Harvey was sitting right next to him, but it didn't help in this case. It had hurt so much when Harvey had tried to stroke him that he had been forced to ask him to stop, even though he wanted Harvey to do it. He wanted Harvey close. But right now, it hurt too much. It didn't feel good, wasn't worth it.

He had tried for long not to, but tears appeared without his consent. It took too much effort to stop them anyway. Crying always made him feel worse, and right now he was also too aware to be able to not care about it.

He longed for comfort, in any form. Just something to help him through this. That's when he got to thinking about that stuffed animal that Harvey had given him, another time when he had felt like shit. He wished it was here. It would just be something to press against his chest. Something soft which possibly wouldn't hurt that much. He couldn't get it out of his head, even though he didn't want to ask for it. He wasn't some child, he wasn't. It would be so pathetic. He would endure. He could.

At least he tried to. Then he broke. Harvey asked him if he could help somehow, he said that Mike should tell him if there was anything he could do. So eventually he had asked. When Harvey said that Donna would get it for him, he released the last barrier, and had started to cry in honest.

Harvey was still there, of course he was, if there was something he knew it was that Harvey was there, like always. He talked quietly next to him.

"I know it's hard. I know. I wish I could take it away kid, I really do."

Mike wished he could do that too.

"You know it's going to pass. It won't be like this forever. Soon you will feel better again. I promise."

Mike reached out his hand towards Harvey then and Harvey took it in his. Even on the skin of his hand did Harvey's fingers feel too rough and he had to remove it again.

"How about this?" Harvey asked and Mike looked towards him. Harvey had laid his hand on the bed with his palm up. Mike hesitated a little but then placed his fingertips on it. This way he could at least feel that Harvey was there. Harvey understood as well because he just left his hand like that, making no effort of closing his hand again or touching Mike. Even if it did practically nothing to stop how his body was feeling it somehow kept him more grounded. It gave him something to focus on.

"Can I wipe your face?" Harvey asked after a couple of minutes. Mike shook his head a little. He could understand where Harvey got the idea from, he must look terrible, but he wanted nothing to change. He didn't want Harvey to remove his hand and he didn't want to turn his head upwards.

He wished he could fall asleep, but he was not able to relax enough. It didn't feel like he was improving at all, rather the opposite. The aches in his body seemed to intensity, even though he just laid there. It hurt!

As the pain intensified it was getting harder to breathe as well. He found that his breaths were speeding up which caused more movement to his body, hence more pain. He couldn't keep himself from moaning and he knew that he was crying.

"Oh kid, it's getting worse, isn't it?" Harvey asked but he couldn't answer. He didn't need to; Harvey must see it.

"I wish I could help, Mike. I wish I could take the pain away."

Mike didn't answer him, but he grabbed on to a few of Harvey's fingers. Harvey still didn't touch him back and Mike was grateful.

A nurse came, Harvey must have pushed the button.

"Please, can't you do something for him? He is in a lot of pain." Harvey told her. Mike screamed when she touched him, Harvey had voiced a warning, but she hadn't listened.

"No, don't touch him!"

Mike tried to jerk away, and she let go of him.

"I'll get his doctor." She said and was out of the room the next minute. Mike hated himself as he cried. He sucked. He should be able to deal. It was just pain. He was used to being in pain, why couldn't he deal this time?

Harvey shushed him and told him that help was coming. Not long after more people came into the room and a few horrible minutes transpired as he was looked at. He was given a shot and they put a breathing mask over his face. They had him to lay on his back which he didn't like at all, he preferred being curled up, but they said that he could breathe better like this.

A nurse stayed with him and Harvey returned to his side again. Mike was a mess. He couldn't relax. He didn't want to lay on his back, but it was like he couldn't really articulate that into words that made sense. He tried to heave his body to the side, but it didn't work, the nurse stopped him as well with a hand on his shoulder, and Mike tried to get away from that as well. He might have screamed in frustration. Harvey tried to get his attention.

"Mike, just tell us what you want! You got to talk to me kid! I don't know how to help you, Mike."

Mike swallowed and tried to stay still, again tried to get the hand off him.

"Can you not touch him? It's hurting him." Harvey helped him out and the hand disappeared.

"Can you talk to me Mike? Deep breaths."

It took him a few minutes of trying to get his breath under control for him to be able to get out what he wanted.

"Lay down… Harvey…" Harvey leaned close to him to be able to hear him.

"You want to lay down? But you are already laying down, kid. I don't understand. I'm sorry."

"Like be-before."

"Before?" Harvey asked and Mike wanted to cry.

"Down…" He said.

"Oh, okay. I think I got it; you want me to lower your bed. Can we do that?"

Mike didn't know if Harvey was talking to him or not, but then his bed moved and was lowered.

"More, Mike?" Harvey asked.

"Yeah."

It felt better when he was flat like this. He tried to turn on his side but was stopped again.

He sobbed a little then.

"Mike, let us help you. Okay? Just wait a little while, we have to arrange the IV:s and the other stuff."

Mike did his best with the waiting. He wasn't great at it.

"Okay, I'll just move you then. It's probably going to hurt you some."

It did hurt and Mike tried not to moan.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry Mike."

"I'm okay." He got out, because Harvey sounded so sad. He wasn't okay though, at least he was slightly more comfortable now. The mask over his face chafed against his cheeks, he wanted it gone.

Harvey was right in front of him. "Is it better?" He wanted to know. Mike closed his eyes. He felt how Harvey lightly stroked his forehead.

"I'm here." He said. That was good. He was able to calm down some. He was breathing better now which was a huge relief. He was sad and uncomfortable still though. Harvey hadn't put back his hand on the bed, he had checked. He wished Harvey would, because for some reason Mike wanted to touch him. But he didn't want to ask for it. It was so weird. He was so weird and pathetic. He wished that no one could see him like this. It was embarrassing that the nurses saw him, what were they thinking of him? Probably that he was weak. No one else behaved like this, he was sure of it. Not even the kids. He was so pathetic. He let out a sob and hated himself for it. Harvey had stopped talking to him. He was just sitting there. He had his phone in his hands, he wasn't paying Mike any attention. He sobbed some more.

"Donna is going to be here in an hour, Mike." Harvey said then. Mike didn't know why he was talking about Donna all of a sudden. Was Harvey leaving when she was getting here? Mike didn't want that.

Harvey told him that it would be okay. Mike disagreed but kept quiet about it. He just cried. He wanted to go home.

Sometime later there was a knock on the door and Mike could hear Donna's voice. He didn't open his eyes. He didn't want her to see him like this. He was a disaster.

"Hi, sweetie." Her whispered voice was close to him. He drew a deep breath and opened his eyes.

"No. Don't do that." Harvey said, Mike didn't know what he was talking about.

"I'm so sorry you are feeling bad Mike." Donna said next. Mike looked at her, her face was in his line of sight. He didn't know what to answer her.

"I brought you something Mike." She said then and bent down. When she sat up again, she had the stuffed toy Harvey had bought him once in her hand. The puppy. She held it out for him. He didn't react. It was a toy. She was giving him a toy, that he had asked for. He wanted to disappear. Stop existing. He just felt so bad about himself at that moment. He shook his head. He saw that Donna looked up at Harvey.

"But you wanted it, Mike." Harvey said. They didn't understand! He was a grown man; he couldn't have a toy. He sobbed as he saw how Donna lowered her hand, and he stopped an urge to reach out for the toy.

"Oh honey." Donna whispered.

"P-p-pathetic…" He stuttered. Harvey and Donna looked at each other again.

"What was that Mike?" Harvey asked.

"I'm pathetic." He said it louder.

"No, you're not." Harvey said.

Mike closed his eyes. He didn't want to look at them.

"Mike, it's okay. You are fine. Harvey and I don't care. All we want is for you to feel better. Take it, sweetie." Donna said quietly. She placed the toy over his arm. He hesitated only for a moment before he, without opening his eyes, placed his other arm on top of it and pulled it towards his chest. It was soft against his skin and the weight of it felt somehow comfortable. He cried a little.

-SUITS-

Mike was really struggling this time. It was just awful to have to witness. The worst part for Harvey was that he felt like he couldn't do enough to help. That was terrible, because help was all he wanted to do. He didn't want for Mike to go through this. This was different too, Mike seemed so much more effected by it, in every way, both mentality and physically. He claimed his skin felt like it was burning, that sounded awful.

He had done his best to make sure people didn't touch Mike, but the stream of nurses and doctors that came made it difficult to spare Mike from it entirely.

He had offered up his palm for Mike and the kid had placed his fingertips on his hand, because Mike still wanted his touch, to feel him there. It hurt in Harvey when Mike's pain intensified and he had gripped a few of his fingers, like a small child.

Mike had cried. He had trouble forming complete sentences. He had trouble breathing and was still coughing. He was relieved when Donna quietly knocked on the door and stepped inside, it was someone to share it with. She squeezed his shoulder a bit and he let her sit down next to Mike. She had brought that toy dog that Mike had asked for. Harvey wasn't sure on why Mike wanted it; what Mike looked for. Because when Donna offered it to him, he didn't want to accept it. He had started to cry again. He had said that he was pathetic. Harvey had wanted to scream at him then. Scream at him to never talk about himself like that. But he understood that Mike was ashamed, he had asked for a stuffed animal. He was an adult and Mike struggled with that knowledge at the same time as he wanted the comfort that toy obviously represented for him. If Harvey had thought it would help, he would have gone to the gift shop and brought Mike all the stuffed animals they had. Now, he instead pulled up a blanket so that it covered both Mike and the toy he now held on to hard. Then he exchanged a devastating look with Donna as they sat there next to Mike as he cried quietly.

Donna was the first one to try again to make things better. She leaned forward and started talking to Mike. Harvey found himself closing his eyes and listening to her soft words.

"Harvey and I are here Mike. We are here for you. If there is anything at all that we can help you with, just let us know sweetie. We want to help. It's going to be fine. You will feel better."

Mike didn't react at all, he remained in the same position as before with his face half hidden in the pillow. Hopefully he was listening to her and taking it in. After some time, Mike had at least stopped crying. It felt like a development in the right direction, however a small one. Harvey wasn't sure if he stopped because he felt better or if it was because he was so exhausted.

Mike had his eyes open but wasn't looking at anything special. He still had tears in his eyes, and they didn't seem to be stopping. Harvey clenched his teeth together.

"How are you doing, sweetie?" Donna whispered. After a while Mike's eyes moved towards hers and they locked eyes, but Mike didn't say anything. His eyes didn't move away from Donna's and she held his gaze. Both Harvey and Donna jerked a bit when Mike suddenly moved. He reached out for Donna's hand and she held it out for him. They watched as he slowly grabbed a few of her fingers and held on to them. Soon after that his eyes closed. Donna didn't move during the next thirty minutes it took for Mike to fall asleep.

It was a relief that the kid was sleeping. Harvey didn't even feel ashamed about the fact that he wished for Mike to stay asleep now. It would be better for him than if he was awake. The medical personal seemed to agree and was satisfied that Mike was asleep. They talked some more with Harvey and Donna about the dangers of pneumonia for Mike and explained different scenarios. They were most concerned about the risks Mike's heart might be in, which Harvey thought made sense. Mike was most likely going to get worse from this point.

"How is that even possible?" Harvey had exclaimed then so loud that Donna shushed him with a worried look towards Mike.

It was possible. Mike had a high fever, was in pain and confused when he woke up again. He had been sleeping for a few hours at least. Donna had reluctantly left for the evening; they weren't both allowed to stay the night.

Mike coughed violently and groaned in pain from it. His face was flushed, and he had perspiration on his forehead. He tried to push away the nurse that was helping him. His eyes searched for Harvey. After the nurse left, momentarily satisfied that Mike was comfortable, Harvey sat down close to Mike. The younger man had his head turned towards him and his mouth opened and closed, like he was trying to talk but forgetting what to say. Just one look into Mike's gave away how sick he was.

"It's okay Mike." Harvey forced himself to smile down at him.

"What?" Mike said then.

"I said that you are okay. You should try to get some sleep."

Mike blinked a couple of times. "I don't want to." He stated. He stared out into the room.

"Harvey, I… I don't know what's going on. I don't know what's happening?" He said next. Damn.

"Not a whole lot is going on right now Mike, so you don't have to worry." Harvey tried to reassure him.

"But can't you tell me? Please tell me, Harvey."

Harvey clenched his jaw a bit. "I don't know what you want to know, kid. You are at the hospital. You are sick."

"I know I'm sick!" Mike said suddenly sounding irritated. "But…but…why is…" He panted when he spoke and moved restlessly. His mouth opened and closed. The frustration was clearly visible in him now.

"Why is what? What do you want to ask?" Harvey asked him after waiting pretty long for Mike to say something else, but Mike just screwed his eyes shut and didn't answer. Harvey leaned over and pressed the button for the nurses.

When they arrived, he had to step away for a bit. He watched them work, one of them leaning close to Mike and talked quietly to him. Mike shook his head, still with his eyes closed.

Before they left the room again one of them came up to him and told him what they had done.

"He seemed confused. What was that about?" Harvey asked.

"It might be the fever and or medication. It's also a side effect of the pneumonia."

Harvey nodded.

"I'll be back to check on him shortly." The nurse said. "He is asleep now."

"Okay, thank you." Harvey went back to his place next to the bed. The nurse was still in the room though.

"You know, the medication we gave him will most likely keep him sleeping for a few hours. We will keep a close eye on him if you want to head home for a bit."

Harvey considered it for just a minute before agreeing. "I'll be gone for three hours." He decided. "You let me know if he wakes up before that."

She promised she would, and Harvey left without thinking more about it or looking back at Mike. If he did, he wouldn't be able to leave the kid like this. But he needed to be realistic as well. He couldn't function this way, and he didn't want to get sick again. So, he did what the nurse had suggested. He headed home, took a shower, went to bed and slept for two hours before returning to the hospital again.

Mike was awake when he stepped into the room. The sight of him hurt in Harvey. He was alone in the room, laying on his side facing the door. Mike's eyes were open, and he was staring right in front of him. Tears were visible along his face and as Harvey stepped closer, he could see a wet patch on the kids pillow. He must have been awake for some time. Damn it.

It was like if Mike didn't notice that he had arrived because he made no attempt at moving or speaking. Harvey sat down on a chair close to the bed. He could see that Mike had the button for calling the nurses over in his hand.

"Hi there, Mike." He quietly said.

"Harvey…" Mike whispered.

"Yeah, I'm here now."

"Okay."

Mike had moved his gaze now to look at Harvey's chest. Harvey reached forward and carefully removed the button from Mike's hand. He pressed it. Two minutes later a stressed nurse showed up and wanted to know what was wrong.

"I don't know, you tell me." He mentioned for Mike.

"Mister Ross is comfortable at the moment." Harvey was told. "At the last check up, about twenty minutes ago he informed us that he wasn't in much pain."

"Does he look fine to you?"

"No, of course not. But right now, medication can't do so much more for him. I'm sorry, but we have a situation right now. Someone will be by shortly." She left.

Harvey didn't care about their damn situation. Mike had been left unattended when he was away, and he didn't like that one bit. He wouldn't be able to leave if this was what would happen then.

"It'll be okay." He told Mike and tried in vain to catch his eyes. "Hey…Mike." He shushed the kid as a few new tears streamed down Mike's cheek. Why was he crying?

Harvey jerked a bit in his chair as Mike suddenly stretched his arm out towards him. Harvey took his hand without hesitation. Mike's hand was lax in his and Harvey held on to his, a bit harder.

"It's gong to be okay Mike. You'll feel better soon."

Mike didn't react at all, he just remained in the same position. He coughed weakly and screwed his eyes shut. Harvey stroked his arm a little and offered him some water which Mike didn't accept.

Things didn't really get that much better from there on. Mike slept some, but his fever was still high, he coughed and was in pain. He was examined, given medications and from time to time given extra oxygen. But he stayed the same, so ill.

It was the third morning at the hospital. Harvey was exhausted, Mike had kept him up most of the night. He had been coughing, had nightmares and moved around restlessly. The nurses that made runs every hour didn't make it easier for Harvey to sleep. But he was still doing a lot better than Mike. Harvey was worried and almost constantly had an uncomfortable feeling in his gut. He just couldn't shake it, whatever it was. It made him feel restless, which wasn't a good trait to have at the moment.

Now Mike was on his back in bed, half sitting against a few pillows. He had his eyes opened but hadn't spoken a single word since he woke up again about an hour ago. A nurse had just been by and administered some drug into Mike's lV line.

Harvey sighed and sat down on the chair next to the bed.

"How are you feeling Mike? Can you please talk to me?"

Mike rolled his head over to the side to look at Harvey.

"I feel bad…" He whispered. "Hard to breath. My chest hurts."

Harvey nodded. "I'm sorry to hear that kid."

Mike brought his hand over his chest and rubbed it a bit.

"You just received some pain relief though, didn't you? I'm sure it's going to feel better soon."

"You keep saying that."

"Well, that's because I'm right."

Mike looked away and didn't answer.

"You know that I'm right. I'm always right."

He had intended to entice Mike into a banter, but the younger man didn't answer. Harvey clenched his teeth together.

Mike coughed painfully and Harvey saw how his hand fumbled next to him, and with some effort he pulled out the stuffed animal from below a pillow. Apparently one of the nurses had left it there for him. Harvey watched how Mike grabbed hold of it and pressed it towards him.

"Anything I can do?" He asked and intently wished for Mike to say yes. He didn't.

Mike wasn't interested in talking, Harvey tried a few times. But Mike closed his eyes, so Harvey just sat there next to him, in silence. Time passed like that, slowly and pretty much uneventful. Harvey figured that this was better than that something bad happened, like Mike getting worse.

He didn't know all that much about pneumonia. He knew that it was bad, especially for people with weak immune systems, like Mike's. And this was bad, Mike was struggling a lot. But he didn't seem too bad. Sure, he had a fever, was coughing and was in pain. But he was also aware of his surroundings, knew what was going on and his heart was doing okay. So, considering, Harvey thought that was pretty okay.

Mike started coughing. He coughed and coughed, and it didn't seem to stop. After almost a full minute of it, Harvey pressed the button for the nurse, since nothing he had done had helped at all. They came and tried to help, but Mike pushed them away.

"Hold him up, will you? If he sits up straighter it will help him breathe better." A nurse told Harvey, so he did just that. She was right because Mike's coughing slowed down. Mike head hung down and he was breathing harshly.

"That's it. You're doing fine." Harvey encouraged.

Mike mumbled something that Harvey couldn't make out. The next thing that happened was that Mike threw up without any warning. Or maybe the mumbling had been the warning. As it was now, Mike vomited all over his own chest and lap, as well as on Harvey's hand and arm which he was using to hold the kid up. Damn it. This was his last clean shirt. He was proud of himself for not snatching his arm away immediately. Mike would have fallen if he had. Now he instead ended up with a drenched arm.

Mike coughed again when he was done. He lifted his head and looked at Harvey with wide eyes.

"Sorry…" He said and his head bobbed a bit back and forth. Harvey placed his other hand behind his neck and Mike leaned into it.

"A little help here?" Harvey asked the nurse behind him.

"One moment. I'll run for clean sheets." The nurse said. "And something new for you to wear." She added to Mike before stepping out of the room. There was still a nurse there, who started to try and get the worst away from the other side of the bed. When Harvey looked back at Mike, he saw that he had tears in his eyes. Harvey pursed his lips in sympathy for him.

Two minutes later the two nurses with some assist from Harvey they had changed both Mike and his bed. Harvey helped lowering him back on the pillows. Mike still had tears in his eyes, he didn't look away when Harvey met them.

"I'm sorry." He said. "Sorry."

Harvey nodded and glanced down on his sleeve that still was wet.

"It's just a shirt." He said.

"I threw up on you." Mike said.

"Yes, that's a new experience."

Mike moaned a little and looked away. Tears were at once streaming down his cheeks.

"Hey, it's okay. I don't care about it." He did his best in reassuring Mike, but nothing really worked.

Mike moaned again. He mumbled something. Harvey asked twice what he said.

"Taste bad."

Harvey carefully helped Mike to drink some water from a bottle. He noticed that the man was shivering.

"Are you cold?"

"Yeah…"

Harvey got him another blanket. He noticed the dog there when he tucked Mike in, and without thinking that much about it he placed it along Mike's side. Harvey sat down again and reached for a tissue which he used to carefully wipe Mike's face. Mike let him do it, he even closed his eyes and leaned into it a bit.

Harvey leaned back and watched the kid. He didn't like the way Mike was shivering, his pale skin or the perspiration along his forehead. He got out his phone and sent a text to Donna, asking her to stop by his apartment and get him a change of clothes. She answered that she would be in the hospital in an hour.

Mike reacted badly when Harvey told him about Donna's visits.

"But why…? Was I…? What's…" He mumbled and then reached out towards Harvey with both hands. Harvey offered up one of his for him.

"Hey, it's okay."

"But don't leave, Harvey." Mike whispered and pulled at Harvey's hand.

"Who says that I am, Mike?"

"I don't want you to leave. I don't want you to, I don't want you to." Mike mumbled, not looking at him.

"I won't. I'm not going to leave you."

Mike didn't answer, but his grip on Harvey's hand hardened. Mike wouldn't let go and wouldn't say anything else. Harvey just let it be and sat there next to the kid. He tried to get Mike talking but didn't get anywhere.

Mike was trying to stay awake; Harvey could see it on him. He also felt how Mike's grip on his hand loosened more and more until it suddenly hardened again when Mike became more aware. Harvey told him that it was okay if he slept, but Mike didn't listen to him.

Donna knocked on the door exactly an hour later. Mike jerked. "No…" Harvey heard him mumble. Donna stepped inside and took a seat next to Harvey.

"Hi sweetie." Donna whispered and stroked Mike's leg a little. "How are you doing?"

"Hey…" Mike just said, ignoring her question. He glanced a bit at her and then at Harvey.

"I have your things here." Donna mentioned for a bag by her feet.

"Excellent, thank you Donna." He made a move to let go of Mike's hand but the younger didn't let go.

"No Harvey. Please." Mike begged him and Harvey didn't know exactly why. He had his suspicions. He was just about to ask Mike about it when he continued.

"No Harvey. Don't leave. Not now, please. I feel bad. Don't leave."

"Mike, I want you to listen to me now. I'm not leaving. Do you understand? I'm not. What makes you think I will?"

"Because Donna's here." Was the answer he got.

"I don't know what that's supposed to mean."

Mike didn't answer, his gaze just flickered between the two of them. Harvey met Donna's eyes. She smiled sadly at him. Harvey nodded.

"Okay, Donna? Can you step out for a little bit? Mike and I are going to have a little conversation."

She smiled again and said that she would be right outside if they needed her.

"Okay Mike, talk to me here. What's going on?"

"What?"

"What did you mean with because Donna is here?"

"I wanted you to stay." Mike unhelpfully said.

"Yes, I get that. But do you want Donna to leave?"

"No…" Mike glanced up at him now and made a face at him. "Are you stupid?" He asked.

"What?"

"When you get her here, you leave."

Harvey considered this a moment. He realized what Mike was getting at. "I'm not going to dump you on her. Not this time." He smiled at Mike and hoped that the kid's fever wasn't high enough for him to get his tone.

Mike did because he rolled his eyes at him.

"So, can I let Donna in again?" Harvey asked. He went to the door without waiting for Mike's answer.

-SUITS-

Donna made great company for both Mike and Harvey. She bullied them both into eating and drinking. She had gone to get Harvey some warm dinner, but the smell made Mike feel nauseated, so Harvey had to sit by the door and eat it. Donna thought it was amusing. Mike was slightly worried though that Harvey would get angry and leave.

He felt like shit almost all the time now. He tried his best not to think about it too much, but that was hard. He mostly wished that he would just pass out. Often, he did, or fell asleep at least. Something about this ordeal terrified him, he felt different. This felt different from other times he had been sick. His overall condition was so much worse. He was scared that it would affect his heart as well. He asked one of the nurses about that, but she just told him not to worry and that they had everything under control. He didn't know how that could be true, if they had it under control, why did they look so worried sometimes when they checked up on him.

The staff would stand two or three together next to his bed and whisper about things he didn't understand. It was like they spoke a different language sometimes. He hadn't bothered to learn it, all the medical terms. He had made that decision early in his diagnosis. It just felt better sometimes if he didn't know how bad it actually was. Now he tried to zoon them out and fall back asleep.

Donna came and went. Sometimes when he woke up, she was there, just to be gone the next time he blinked. He suspected that it sometimes went hours between his blinking.

His illness got to his mental state. At least that was a strong suspicion of his. Or he just got to worn down to be able to control himself. He felt so crappy sometimes that all he wanted to do was to cry until he felt better or passed out, whichever came first. He did cry a lot. It was embarrassing, but sometimes he just didn't care.

He got scared a lot for some reason as well. He wasn't really aware of much when he was in it, he just remembers how he had acted afterwards. Like once he threw up on Harvey, which was embarrassing in itself. He just freaked out about possible retributions from Harvey, which was crazy in itself. Harvey would never punish him for that, he knew that deep down, but then and there he just lost it a little. He had cried. Then when Donna came over, he had been certain that Harvey was going to leave. He had begged Harvey to stay. What had been most embarrassing though was that he had started to cry again when Harvey went into the bathroom to change his shirt. He just hadn't been able to stop himself. Donna had tried to comfort him.

"He is just in the bathroom Mike. Please honey. Please don't be upset." Donna had been close to him, so close that he was able to smell the sent of her hair. She had hugged him from the side and shushed him. He wanted to pass out.

Everything felt so confusing at times. Sometimes when he woke up, he didn't know why he was at the hospital again. They told him that he had pneumonia when he asked. That was when he knew that he was screwed. He had read about pneumonia in the beginning when he was sick. Then he had only had a fever but had read about all possible side effects. He had googled cancer + fever, and the results were never good. He remembered every word in those articles now.

He didn't know for how long they had been at the hospital now. He was barely aware of what time of the day it was. He was in terrible pain sometimes, and manageable pain every other time. What scared him a lot was when he got trouble breathing. At those times he desperately wanted help, he wanted Harvey to help him. He asked for it as well.

"Please, help me. Help me…" He weakly got out. Harvey shifted next to him.

"Yes, I will Mike. I want to help you. Do you want to tell me how?" Harvey was saying.

Mike breathed rapidly and shook his head in frustration. "I don't…I don't. I don't know." He didn't have a clue, but what he did know was that he wanted to stop feeling like this.

"I'll just page a nurse again, okay." Harvey said next to him. Mike let out a moan. He didn't want for them to come and touch him. He tried to tell Harvey that, but he found that the words got kind of stuck in his mouth. He was slurring.

Harvey didn't like that at all apparently and he started screaming. It scared Mike. But a lot of nurses came when Harvey screamed like that. Mike didn't even know what it was he had screamed. A lot of people crowded around him, like flies. He tried to swat them away, but someone just held on to his hand. Someone opened his eyes for him, and he had no idea why. They held him down, someone was talking.

He just wished that it would stop. Eventually he just laid there and waited for it to be over. It was so hard to relax though; he was so tense. Everything was so loud around him, not just sounds but the whole atmosphere around him. His throat felt raspy and he started to cough. It was hard to stop.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he finally started to feel slightly better. Things had mostly calmed down around him. He had an oxygen mask on, and a blanket was laid over him up to his neck. He had tears in his eyes and didn't know when he had started to cry. Without moving his head too much he glanced to the side in search of Harvey. He was there of course, right next to him.

"Are you aware?" Harvey asked. Mike thought it was a pretty stupid question, so he didn't answer. Harvey lifted his blanket and took out his hand. Mike was a little surprised about the gesture, but it almost moved him to more tears. Harvey was so nice to him.

"Thanks." He forced out. Harvey looked a little surprised, but he smiled.

He felt worse the next day. Pain was everywhere, he was too warm, the bed had somehow turned to stone overnight it was that uncomfortable. He couldn't keep track of his thoughts and were restless and felt worried. He didn't even know why he was so worried; it was just a constant feeling. He wasn't really aware of what he was saying or doing most of the time. He knew that he cried, and on one occasion he had screamed himself hoarse. He wasn't sure as to why. Being like this was frightening. He was out of it; he had no control.

Harvey was there. Mike knew that he was. He had asked Harvey for help, had screamed for him. He had moments of clarity occasionally, which almost was just as awful. That was mostly when he remembered what had happened to him, what he had done. It was humiliating, embarrassing. He wished to hide somewhere. Harvey however didn't seem faced by it, but he didn't speak that much either. He sat there next to him and let Mike hold his hand. Mike was afraid to let go. He wanted Harvey to stay. He fell asleep sometime after that, but woke up what felt like shortly after, from loud voices. He had no idea of what was going on, he felt confused and a bit scared. Donna was there. Harvey was the one who was yelling. It worried Mike, not knowing the reason for it. But then Donna noticed that he was awake, and she told Harvey to be quiet. Harvey had followed her order and sat down next to Mike's bed. Mike felt too bad to ask what was going on and he soon fell back asleep.

When he woke up the next morning Donna was sitting on Harvey's chair. Mike looked for the older man, but he wasn't there.

"Harvey had to head home for a bit Mike. He will be back soon."

Mike rolled his head to look at her. "Why?" He asked.

"Why he had to head home? He needed a bit of a break sweetie. I know you want him here, but he needed to clear his head a bit and to get some rest. I'll stay with you the whole time he is away."

"But when is he…coming back?" Mike weakly answered. He had some trouble breathing and felt how he was starting to get upset.

"Later today. Don't worry. I'm sure he can't stay away long."

Mike did worry. He wanted to cry, and he turned his head away from Donna. However, she wouldn't have it though, she gently moved his head back.

"Harvey was very tired and upset. He felt guilty again Mike. He needed to head home. Do you understand?" She asked him. Did he understand? Harvey felt guilty. Harvey felt guilty because he was sick. That wasn't right. Donna was probably right. She was always right; he should listen to her.

He nodded.

"Good honey, that's good." Donna said and stroke him a little. He leaned into it, seeking comfort from her. She seemed willing to give it to him. A nurse helped her to lay down on the bed next to him after she had asked him if he was okay with that. He really was.

She lay a pillow over her chest and then had him put his head on it, then she hugged him to her. It felt good to lay like that. He felt comforted. A couple of hours they spent like that. Donna was talking to him quietly occasionally, Mike just listened. He slept some, but only short periods of time. He had a hard time relaxing fully. It was weird that his illness sometimes made him sleep for hours and hours, and now it kept him from sleeping at all.

He was still laying like that on a pillow in Donna's lap when he felt something wet around his nose and mouth. He wasn't sure what it was at first. It felt like it was getting more though. He soon understood that he must be having a nosebleed. Crap.

"Donna…" He whispered. He didn't want to tell her, but the pillow was becoming a bit wet.

"Yes honey?" She stroked his back a bit.

"I think I need a nurse." He said.

She shifted a bit below him and he heard her gasp the next moment. "Oh God Mike!"

He couldn't help but groan when she pushed him off her and got off the bed. She didn't push the button, instead she ran out of the room. He ended up laying on the mattress with his face pressed against it. He felt how it dropped from his nose. It was too much.

People flooded the room the next minute. They had him to sit up and lean forward. Donna helped holding him upright. For a moment he watched how blood dropped in the cover over his lap.

Someone placed some pads in his nose next and told him it would help. He felt so tired and sad. Now they needed to change his sheets again. He had ruined them. He wanted Harvey to come back again. The pads were uncomfortable and forced him to breathe through his mouth. He could taste blood, it was gross. At least he soon got to lay down again.

"You scared me there." Donna quietly told him when they were alone again. Harvey still wasn't there. They had to change the pads in his nose twice before it stopped bleeding. A doctor came to look at him, but he was okay. At least they didn't do anything else.

He managed to fall asleep and slept for some time. He woke up to find that Donna was still there, no sight of Harvey. His throat hurt when he coughed. He felt so disappointed that Harvey wasn't there also scared. What if he never came back? His eyes just flooded over again, just like that. Why couldn't he come back already? He didn't want to wait any longer. He tried to wipe his eyes before Donna saw him. But it was too late.

"What's wrong Mike?" She asked him. He just shook his head. He felt so miserable. Everything was uncomfortable, he felt too warm and his throat hurt. He didn't know what Harvey could do to change any of that, it was just that he would feel calmer.

A nurse came to see if it was safe to remove the pads in his nose yet. One of his nostrils was fine but the other started bleeding again so he had to get a new pad stuffed in there. He didn't like laying there while she worked on his nose and had to resist the urge to pull away. Donna was holding his hand.

He felt so lousy when she finally was done. It had only been a few minutes, but it had felt like too much anyway. He felt like he wanted to cry but didn't bother, he felt too bad for that too. Donna was still there. Not Harvey. His chest was starting to hurt again. He wished it would end now. He was so sick of feeling like this. Why couldn't it just end. At the moment he almost felt like he was fine with falling asleep and not waking up again. He would have to feel like this anymore then. He wanted to see Harvey again first though. He yet again asked Donna for the older man. He just wanted to know when he would come back. She told him soon.

"When you wake up again, he will be here." She said. "Try to sleep some Mike."

"What if I don't wake up again?" He asked. "Why can't he come now?" He knew he sounded like some child, but he didn't care.

"Don't talk like that, sweetheart." Donna gently scolded him. "Of course, you will wake up again. And I promise you that Harvey will be here soon."

She won because he did fall asleep. He woke up from coughing and a bad chest pain. Harvey was there then, the only thing he felt seeing him was relief. Donna was there too and both of them helped him to sit up to be able to cough. A nurse came and helped. He felt dizzy and lightheaded as he sat up, but he reached out for Harvey nevertheless and held on to a piece of his shirt. He wasn't going to let go. He had tears in his eyes by the time he had finished coughing. He needed and oxygen mask which helped some, but he had trouble focusing his eyes and to hold himself upright. Harvey had a hand at the back of his head though and Donna held his back up.

It took him probably an hour and three visits from doctors and nurses before he felt slightly better again. They had him propped up on a few pillows. He was still holding on to Harvey. He refused to let go, or maybe Harvey followed in all his movements so that he could hold his grip.

-SUITS-

Donna had told Harvey to leave. She had practically forced him. At least she had made him see that he needed a break. Mike had been really ill during the night. It had been terrible, and he had felt so damn guilty. He couldn't get it out of his head that this was his fault. Mike was here because of him, doing this badly because of him. Mike had told him to forget about it, but he couldn't. Not when the illness made Mike scream in panic, not when he couldn't stop coughing and needed breathing assistance. And not when Mike refused to let go of him and when Harvey could see in his eyes that he wasn't fully there.

He had argued with Donna when she suggested that he left for a bit.

"You need to take care of yourself Harvey. It looks like you haven't slept in days."

"I am a bit busy here Donna. I can sleep when he is feeling better."

"Or you go home and sleep now I stay with him."

Harvey wouldn't hear it though, until she raised her voice a bit at him. She hardly ever did that, so he knew she meant business. He felt like shit when he left while Mike was asleep.

"You know he won't let you leave if you wake him up and tell him. I will take care of him Harvey." Donna said.

He promised her to stay at home for at least a day. He was to sleep and eat properly, after that he could come back again. He guessed that she was right. She did promise him to call if something mayor happened, and he trusted her to do so. She didn't call.

He managed to get some sleep, had a couple of meals and slept some more. He spent some time with mentally preparing himself to walk back into the hospital room. He felt so damn worried. Mike had been doing pretty good before the pneumonia.

The kid was absolutely miserable when Harvey returned to the hospital. When he was in the cab on his way there, Donna had texted him. He had panicked a little before he opened her text, but she had just asked him when he was coming. Mike had been asleep when he arrived, but Donna told him that Mike had asked for him. He had cried, she said.

Mike woke up coughing and not fully there. He noticed that Harvey was there though, and he wanted to hold on to him. Harvey let him of course. It took almost an hour until Mike was more comfortable. It was awful to see his state. It really looked like he was suffering. Harvey wished he could do more than just let Mike hold on to his shirt. Mike wouldn't let go. The kid had asked for him. Mike had wanted him there, and he hadn't been. He felt so guilty about that now.

Donna looked exhausted, so Harvey convinced her to head home. He told her that it was her turn to rest now.

Mike woke up again about an hour later. He was coughing and claimed to be in pain. The pain relief he received didn't seem to help that much. He had trouble breathing and the doctor that arrived after Harvey pressed the button for help wanted Mike to sit up, that would help him some. They put an oxygen mask on him, which Mike didn't like that much.

An hour later Mike was able to lose the oxygen mask, but he was feeling sick he said.

"I want to lay down." His voice broke and Harvey pressed his hand a bit. The nurse that was there said it was better if he remained upright, to help his breathing.

"But…" Mike's eyes teared up. Harvey shushed him.

Three minutes later Mike threw up watery bile and they had to change his clothes. Mike was too weak to hold up his own head, he was shaking and had constant tears in his eyes. Nothing that Harvey did helped much. It sucked to not be able to do more.

The nurses deemed Mike well enough a bit later so Harvey and Mike were left alone in the room. Mike let go of his hand for a minute to wipe his eyes.

He moaned a bit when he looked at Harvey the next minute. Harvey tensed in his chair. He felt so sorry for the younger man. He felt all cold when Mike spoke, quietly and brokenly.

"I want it to end now Harvey. I wish it would just end. I'm feeling so bad. I can't do this anymore. I'm too weak…"

Harvey closed his eyes for a moment. He didn't want to hear those words from Mike's mouth.

"No, you are not Mike." Harvey said. "You are not. Come on, kid." Harvey swallowed painfully. "Look, can I sit down next to you?"

Mike didn't look at him or move, but he did nod a little. Harvey carefully sat down next to him and laid an arm around his shoulders. He then pulled Mike a bit against him. He noticed that Mike resisted a little at first.

"You are not weak, Mike." Harvey said and leaned his head against Mike's. "I've told you this before. Your body is weak right now, not you."

"It's the same…"

"No, it's not. Look, all you need to do is to sit here with me and wait. And soon you'll start to feel better. I'm not letting you quit. Not after everything we have been through. I'll get you through this as well."

Mike placed his head against Harvey's chest and neck then. "Okay, then." He mumbled. "We'll just wait then."

"Yeah, we'll wait." Harvey confirmed. He held on a bit harder when Mike's body shook a little.

They didn't talk anymore. Mike couldn't see his face and Harvey closed his eyes as he tried to force his own tears away. He hated hearing Mike expressing that he wanted it to end. That he was ready to give up. Harvey couldn't help to briefly wonder if it was cruel to force Mike to keep fighting. But he couldn't go down that road of thought. If Mike just survived, all of it would be worth it. All he needed to do know was to get over this damn pneumonia-thing.

Harvey stayed with Mike on the bed like that until a few nurses arrived and told him that Mike was due for tests. Mike didn't wake up when he got off the bed and moved him to lay against the pillows. When they started to move him out of the room he was jolted though and woke up.

"Harvey…" He weakly called out and Harvey stepped into his line of sight. He was allowed to take part in the test, probably just to keep Mike calm. The man seemed to be pretty out of it.

It was a long and trying day. Mike was miserable and didn't seem to get any better. Coughing was so painful for him that he almost cried when he was forced to do it. He had to have an oxygen mask on after every coughing fit since it felt him breathless. It was painful to watch him struggle for breaths.

That night was terrible for the both of them. Mike continued to cough, sometimes so badly that he threw up from it. He moaned in pain and tried to push away the nurses that tried to help him. He spiked a fever and refused to drink anything. He cried from pain. Harvey did his best in trying to help him, but it wasn't enough.

The next day wasn't that much better. Harvey noticed that the doctors and nurses were worried. They checked up on Mike more often, he was attached to more monitors, they examined his heart closely. The oxygen mask was on constantly now.

Mike could barley follow in conversations and laid there with his eye's half opened. Donna wanted to come by, but medical staff said no to more visitors than Harvey.

Mike mumbled sometimes, but it was often incoherent or hard to understand. One question stood out though and hurt immensely in Harvey.

"Am I dying now? Am I going to die?" Mike mumbled it, but Harvey heard it clearly. He answered with a no but wasn't sure Mike could hear him.

Harvey felt half dead with both worry and lack of sleep. He kept his place next to Mike and did everything he could think of to ease Mike's suffering, holding his hand, helping him drink small sips of water or wiping his eyes or forehead. He kept talking to Mike if his eyes were opened. He didn't really get any response and it worried the crap out of him. The nurses didn't tell him much about what was going on either. Maybe they didn't know.

"Harvey, can I talk to you outside for a moment?"

Harvey jerked a bit. He hadn't paid any attention to who it was that had stepped inside the room. This time it was Doctor Lundin. Harvey glanced at Mike. He was out, so he reluctantly stood up and followed the other man out into the quiet corridor. He stopped next to the door.

"I'm sorry I'm coming this late, Harvey. I was hoping to catch Donna as well, but maybe you can call her later. We should go and sit down."

Harvey felt himself tense at those words. He shook his head.

"I should head back in there." He said. "And Donna wasn't allowed to come."

The doctor nodded slowly. Harvey saw how he drew a deep breath.

"I have some difficult news Harvey; I think we should sit down."

"No, just tell me."

The doctor looked pained and Harvey pressed his teeth hard together.

"I got Mike's latest test results Harvey. There is no improvement, rather the opposite I'm afraid. He is doing worse. Harvey, I need to prepare you for the possibility that Mike won't be able to make it through this. I'm so sorry to tell you this, but you might want to prepare your goodbyes, maybe get the rest of his friends over to see him."

Harvey was shaking his head, and once he started, he didn't seem to be able to stop it.

"You are not saying that he is going to die? Are you?" He asked hoarsely.

"I am. I don't think he is in a condition to fight this right now. I'm sorry Harvey." The doctor tried to place his hand on Harvey's shoulder, but he backed away, still shaking his head.

"No! This is not happening right now! It's not. I'm not going to lose him. Not now, not after all the shit we have been through. That he has been through! It isn't going to end up like this. He is not going to die from some damn pneumonia!"

"I know Harvey. I know this is hard to hear…" Doctor Lundin tried to calm him down, but he wasn't having it.

"You are fucking telling me that he is going to die from this. You are not! He isn't! God damn it! You need to help him! Fix him! Do your goddamn job!"

He was yelling in the other man's face, but he just didn't care about that. But he was done now. He needed to get away from here. He couldn't be here anymore, or he was going to explode. He pushed his way past the doctor who tried to stop him by grabbing his arm and calling after him.

He rushed down a corridor, not knowing where he was heading. He couldn't leave Mike, but he just needed to be alone right now. He saw the sign for the men's bathroom and headed in there. It was late at night so I luckily it was empty. He ended up leaning towards the sink, breathing hard as he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a wreck with a flushed face and tears around his tired eyes.

"Damn it!" He yelled and whirled back; he couldn't look at himself. He yelled again and punched one of the stall doors as hard as he could. Pain flared up in his hand and he stared at the fist sized hole he had made in the door. He yelled again.

This couldn't be happening. He didn't want this for happen. Not this. He didn't want to prepare his goodbyes to Mike. Not again. He couldn't. He let go then and started to cry as he leaned against the wall. His legs couldn't carry him anymore and he stumbled into a stall and sat down on the lid and just leaned his hands and cried.

He didn't know for how long he sat there, but eventually he was out of tears. He didn't think had broken down like that at all during all this time. He had cried a few times before, but not uncontrollably like this. Earlier he had allowed himself to cry, this time he couldn't stop it. Like Mike had described his crying some time, he couldn't help it.

Mike.

Mike was clinging to life again. Suddenly an image of the first day Mike had come to work for him came to him. Harvey had told him then that he was going to have to fire him, but Mike had lightly threatened to expose him, so Harvey had rehired him. And here they were now, Mike in a hospital bed barely alive and Harvey damn mess in a bathroom at the thought of losing him.

He walked out of the stall, washed his face with cold water and drew his fingers through his hair a few times. He didn't look that much better but at least he felt it. He was past this now. It was time to head back to Mike.

Doctor Lundin was sitting on a chair next to Mike's bed when Harvey stepped into the room, and Harvey felt grateful to him for not leaving Mike alone when he was gone to have his breakdown. Harvey nodded a bit to him and sat down on a chair of his own without saying anything.

"We didn't get the chance to talk about our options." The doctor said. "I think it might be beneficiary for Mike right now if we sedate him. It might give him a change to… heal some." The doctor finished.

"Sedation?" Harvey said.

"Yes. It will spare him of both pain and stress, to both his heart and mind. Allow him and his body to rest."

Harvey nodded. "Will it give him a better chance of surviving?"

"There is no way of knowing that, I'm afraid. I sorry Harvey."

Harvey nodded again. They were doing it.

He did call over the others though, before they sedated Mike. It was an awful phone call to Donna he had to make, and it wasn't the first time he had made it. It didn't get easier.

"What are you saying?" Donna said after he had told her the news from Mike's doctor. "That can't be. He wasn't that bad when I was there..."

"Apparently he is Donna."

"No…" He heard her almost moaning on the other line. He wished he was with her at that moment. But she then promised to call the others. So that he wouldn't have to, he loved her for that.

They all came within an hour. Donna, Rachel, Louis and Jessica. Mike's family. They were all family when it came to it.

When a nurse was in the room with a sleeping Mike, Harvey quickly made a tour to the waiting area where they all were waiting. They surprised him by hugging him, even Louis did it. Harvey hugged them back without a word. He then briefly told them about Mike's condition. That he might not survive, that Mike was going to be sedated. He wasn't sure if he sounded cold when he repeated what he had heard from the doctor. It felt like he sounded indifferent to it, but that wasn't the case at all. He suspected that they all knew that, so he didn't bother commenting on it.

Harvey went back to Mike after that. The kid was still asleep but when he woke up again the others got to go in and see him one at the time. Mike did seem to perk up a bit when Harvey told him that he had visitors. He managed to stay awake for the entire time they were there and even managed to hold a few conversations.

Donna was the last to leave when it was clear that Mike was about to pass out again. He refused to close his eyes though and squeezed Harvey's hand a bit.

"What is it Mike?"

Mike tried to open his eyes more and to hold his gaze.

"What's…what's going on Harvey?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Am I dying?" Mike asked and looked straight at him.

"No, you are not." Harvey said.

"But they came to say goodbye?" Mike's eyes were starting to tear up. Harvey could understand him.

"Your test results were bad Mike." Harvey then said. He didn't know if it was the right decision to make, to tell Mike the truth. But the kid wasn't stupid. He knew what was going on. Mike nodded a little.

"We are not giving up Mike." Harvey said. "They are going to sedate you. It will give you a change to rest."

Mike nodded again. "That's fine." He said. Harvey wanted to cry now. He didn't want Mike to just accept what Harvey told him, but what else could Mike do?

Now his head rolled to the side and his eyes closed. He needed sleep. They came to sedate him a few minutes later. Harvey didn't feel ready, but Mike seemed like he was.

"It's okay Harvey." He whispered and squeezed his hand again.

"See you soon Mike." Harvey said. First when Mike's eyes were closed, did he wipe his own eyes.

Three long, terrifying days followed after that, during which Mike was kept sedated. Harvey didn't leave his side for the first twenty-four hours. The hospital staff forced him to go home after that, claiming that Mike would stay the same.

He felt numb. He tried to not think about what was happening to Mike right now. That he wasn't fighting for his life yet again. He went to the hospital and sat with the kid for a couple of hours each day. Mike was the same the entire time he was there. He was just laying there, pale and still.

Donna sat with him sometimes and once Louis came as well. Once when Harvey arrived Rachel was already sitting by Mike's bedside, but she left soon after he came. It was sweet that they all came and supported Mike like this.

He couldn't stop thinking about the last conversation he had had with Mike before he was sedated. It didn't feel like it had been enough. He hadn't said everything he wanted to say to the younger man, because what if something happened and he got worse. What if he died like this? It hurt in him to even think that though, but it was there. Constantly.

Mike's doctors found it to be good news that he stayed the same because that meant that he didn't get worse. Harvey couldn't help but think it was bullshit. Mike should be getting better. He wanted them to do something to make him better, not only be enthusiastic about things not getting worse. He didn't give a shit about the statistics of pneumonia among cancer patients that they told him about. Mike wasn't some statistic.

Harvey was there when it was decided that it was time to try and take Mike off sedation. He was there when they removed the oxygen mask to see how well he could breathe without it. He was there when they started to wean him off the sedation and he was there when Mike woke up again.

-SUITS-