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.

74. Chapter 74 - Insomnia

Chapter 74.

Mike had a really shitty night. This time it hadn't been nightmares that kept him up, instead he had had a hard time staying asleep at all. He couldn't fall asleep. He had said goodnight to Harvey and then expected to fall right to sleep. But he hadn't. He laid there with closed eyes and waited for the world to fade away like it usually did, but nothing happened. It was so weird because he did feel tired. In fact, he was exhausted, but sleep didn't come. It was such an unusual thing for him that it surprised him. He thought about calling for Harvey at one point but hadn't. At least one of them should get to sleep. All and all he probably got around two or three hours of sleep in total, but it was only what felt like minutes at the time.

The lack of sleep made him irritable and he just muttered a good morning when Harvey came into his room with his arms full of clean laundry.

"Wake up on the wrong side?" Harvey smirked and started to put the clothes where they belonged.

Mike ignored him and turned his back towards the other man. He needed more sleep.

Harvey bothered him a lot though. He came with the meds and water and refused to let Mike take it later.

"You seem to be better than yesterday." Harvey said.

"No, I'm not." Mike grumbled. Harvey didn't know anything.

"Okay. What's wrong then?"

"I'm tired. I want to sleep."

"Okay, you do that then. Don't let me interrupt. You should have breakfast first though."

"I'm not hungry."

"You are never hungry. Eat anyway."

"No."

"Mike."

Mike ignored him now. He knew he was acting stupid, but he didn't care. He heard how Harvey left his room, and then he did care again and for a moment wished the older man would come back. But he pushed the feeling away again, now annoyed with himself too. He didn't need Harvey here.

"Just because I'm so nice, I'm letting you eat in bed."

Harvey stepped into his room again after twenty minutes of Mike trying without succeeding to go back to sleep again. He didn't understand what was wrong with him this time. It was so damn annoying, why did it always had to be something wrong? He was supposed to get better now, and not have to deal with all this shit.

"Mike. It's time to eat. Do it while the toast is warm." Harvey said.

"I said I'm not hungry." Mike muttered. He wasn't. Why didn't Harvey get that? He heard Harvey sighing.

"And I said that you are going to eat anyway. It's not up for discussion." He heard how Harvey left again. Mike closed his eyes and didn't move. All he had to do was to relax and let the sleep come. It didn't work and he opened his eyes again. Maybe he should try to eat something. It might help with the sleep issue if he had something in his stomach. He slowly rolled over onto his back and fumbled for the button to rise the bed. He clumsily managed to get the tray of breakfast over to his lap, only spilling a little juice on his cover. It would dry.

He stared down at the food. Harvey had made his favorite breakfast. He felt a little guilty then about his previous behavior. Harvey had cooked for him and brought it to him in bed. That was nice.

He decided to eat all of it, to please the older man. He felt full after half the portion but forced himself to finish. After that he laid down comfortably again and closed his eyes. For a long time he laid there and tried to empty his mind, to relax, to just sleep. it didn't work and it was so frustrating. He wanted to sleep, needed it. He felt so exhausted, so he couldn't understand why he couldn't just sleep already.

He tried other things. He put on a boring documentary that he had fallen asleep to before, but it didn't work this time, instead he learnt a lot about the metal industry. He tried a meditation app on his phone that Donna had once installed for him, but it didn't work, rather he got annoyed with the fact that the voice on it spoke so slowly.

He was just laying flat on his back staring up into the ceiling when Harvey returned again.

"Oh, good." Harvey said and took the tray and left. "You good?" He asked when he returned. "You want to come with me to the couch.

"Sure." Mike said and decided to just give up with his attempts of sleeping. He would fall asleep when he was tired enough, he guessed. He took Harvey's outstretched hand and slowly sat up. He had to sit on the edge of the bed for a moment with his eyes closed to stop the room from spinning.

He watched a movie with Harvey and then three episodes of a show they sometimes watched. They had lunch as well. Harvey seemed pleased with his eating. The day passed like that. Donna came and joined them for dinner, and afterwards while the three of them were sitting on the couch together with a cup of tea each Mike felt himself slip away, but just as he was about to Harvey laughed out loud, waking him again. To his surprise he felt his eyes water then. Damn it.

"Are you okay?" Donna asked next, and he met her concerned eyes. He shrugged.

"I think you need a hug." She smiled and leaned towards him. She wrapped him up in her arms and held on to him hard. It felt good and he leaned into her shoulder, getting her hair in his face.

"Thanks. I'm fine. I'm just tired." He said and quickly wiped his eyes when Donna pulled back again. He saw that Donna and Harvey exchanged a look with each other.

"I'm fine. I swear." He said again. They probably didn't believe him, so Mike closed his eyes. He really felt tired. He noticed that both Harvey and Donna lowered their voices as they continued the conversation without him. He wasn't sure but he might have been sleeping a while, but at the same time he could still hear all of the things the other was saying. He still jerked a bit when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"You should go to bed Mike. It will be more comfortable." He let Harvey gently heave him up from the couch and lead him to the bathroom. He felt a little confused. He did everything Harvey wanted him to do in the bathroom and then followed the man out the door. For a weird second he didn't know where he was. He grabbed on to Harvey's arm for support. Harvey looked at him and then walked slower towards Mike's bedroom. Donna came to say goodnight, and Mike wasn't sure if there was something that he had missed. Both Donna and Harvey looked at him weird. He decided to ignore them and closed his eyes.

What followed was another terrible night. He wasn't asleep at all, that was what it felt like. It was more like he was in some sort of half unconscious state, between awake and asleep. He noticed that Harvey came into the room a couple of times, he was even pretty sure that he answered when Harvey asked something. But he didn't know what was going on. At one time Harvey wanted him to sit up and take some pills. Mike didn't want it, but Harvey was annoyingly insistent so in the end he did.

He just felt weird. Everything was so confusing. He wasn't even sure of where he was, or what was going on. He didn't know if it was morning or if Harvey was there. He spoke but didn't know what he was saying. That was a bit scary. He tried to sit up, just to clear things up a bit, but his body wasn't cooperating the way he wanted it to. He was exhausted, and every movement felt heavy.

-SUITS-

Mike was acting weird. He seemed to be out of it and repeated that he was tired all the time. But then he refused to sleep. Every time Harvey went to check on him the kid was still awake, laying in bed, blankly staring at nothing. When Harvey asked him stuff Mike wasn't really making much sense. At least he answered, but sometimes it wasn't answers that suited the question.

He wondered if he should be worried about this. He considered calling the hospital but decided to wait until the next morning. Maybe Mike just needed a good night's sleep. But by morning he wasn't sure that Mike had slept at all, and he himself hadn't gotten much sleep either.

"Did you sleep at all?" He asked as he walked into Mike's room and saw him awake.

Mike slowly turned his head against him. "I don't know." He whispered hoarsely.

"No? What's wrong with you, huh?" Harvey sat down on his bed.

"I don't know."

"Okay, kid."

The day was much like the last, not much happened. Mike refused to get out of bed and Harvey let him stay where he was. That afternoon Harvey placed a call to the hospital and talked to one of Mike's doctors. He was advised to let Mike rest as much as possible and to give him medication. The meds helped a bit and Mike did sleep some, but not as much as he wanted.

"Why can't I sleep?" He asked Harvey. "This has never happened before."

"I don't know Mike. Are you nervous about something?" Harvey asked. The doctor had said something about that.

"No, why would I be nervous? That's stupid!" Mike exclaimed and rubbed his eyes hard.

The insomnia stuck and Mike got more and more desperate. He would lay on the couch or in his bed, seemingly without the energy to do anything else. Harvey dragged him to the hospital and Mike got stronger sleeping pills prescribed. They were warned that it might be side effects that Harvey didn't liked, but Mike said he didn't care.

"I need to sleep." He said. He wanted to take them straight away, but Harvey decided that it was best to wait until they got home again.

"Screw you." Mike had muttered and then refused to speak to him at all during their ride home.

When the new pills didn't take effect at once when Mike took them, he almost had a breakdown.

"Why aren't they working!" He hollered after laying in bed for about three minutes. Harvey couldn't help but roll his eyes at him. He was getting a bit annoyed at the younger man and also wanted it to work.

"Give it some time." He said.

"Shut up!" Mike yelled at him. "Get out of my room!"

Harvey left without another word then. When he went to check on Mike awhile later, he was thankfully asleep. However, he seemed off when he woke up again that evening.

"I'm still tired. I'm tired." Mike looked at him with wide eyes, where he sat opposite Harvey at the dinner table. "I don't think it worked."

"Well, you did sleep some." Harvey pointed out. "That indicates that they worked."

"But I still feel tired." Mike repeated and miserably stared down at his plate. "I don't want to eat." He complained. Harvey told him to do it anyway.

It didn't work well with the sleeping pills according to Harvey. Mike insisted that he needed more than the recommended dose, but Harvey refused.

"We are not risking anything Mike. We are going to go with what your doctor said."

"But it doesn't work like he said! I'm not sleeping enough. I need to sleep more; don't you understand that?!" Mike yelled at him. Apparently he had the energy for that.

"I don't care Mike. You are not getting any more." Harvey decided.

Mike swore at him. "This is your fault. You are doing this to me! Just give me them!"

"It's not happening." Harvey took the box with pills and quickly walked out the room and hid the box in a kitchen drawer. He heard Mike scream after him, but he didn't follow. Harvey left him alone to cool down for a bit. Mike apologized the next day.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you." He said.

"It's fine." Harvey said without looking up from the file in front of him.

"It's just that I don't know why this is happening. I'm supposed to be better, but with this, it doesn't feel like that."

"How does it feel then?" Harvey wanted to know.

Mike tiredly shrugged. "I don't know." He whispered. "It feels like I'm not really here."

"What are you talking about, not here?" Harvey asked, but Mike just said that he didn't know and that he was going to go and lay down. Harvey looked after him. He felt worried.

He went to check on Mike a while later and sat down on the kids bed. Mike was awake, but looked exhausted. For a while Harvey sat there, looking at him, waiting to see if Mike would say anything, but he didn't.

"Are you doing okay there, Mike?" Harvey eventually asked.

Mike shrugged a little but didn't open his mouth to speak.

"You need anything?" Harvey asked and got a headshake in return. Harvey pursed his lips and decided to get to the bottom with what was wrong this time.

"Mike, come on. Talk to me, kid." He tried. "What's wrong?"

Mike looked at him, but it took a minute before he answered. "I'm just tired." He looked away again.

Harvey nodded. "But is there something bothering you, maybe? Something that keeps you up?"

"No." Was all Mike said.

"Okay." Harvey nodded a little. They weren't really getting anywhere, and he didn't know how to help. He started to stand up when Mike spoke again.

"I want to sleep, Harvey. I do. I don't know why I can't."

"I'm sure it will pass Mike. Eventually you will pass out from exhaustion." He smiled, it was kind of a joke, but Mike didn't look amused at all. Instead he looked away and pulled the blanket closer to him. Harvey patted his shoulder a bit but got no reaction. Mike didn't even look after him when he left the room. That actually worried him the most. Always when Mike was feeling down he wanted Harvey's company, but this time it was like he didn't care.

When Harvey came to see Mike the next morning before he headed off to the office, Mike was awake. He didn't react to Harvey's good morning, until he shook his arm. He jerked a bit, like he hadn't even noticed that Harvey was in the room.

Adam was coming over today and Harvey made sure to speak to him before he left. The nurse listened closely and asked few questions. It was awhile ago since he had been with them, and the sleeping thing was news to him.

"Insomnia is unfortunately common in people with cancer. Mike hasn't experienced it earlier?"

"No, he hasn't. And I don't know if this is insomnia either. He does sleep. He just complains that he is tired. And he refuses to get out of bed."

The nurse nodded. "To me, it kind of sound like acute insomnia, I'm afraid." He said.

Harvey felt himself stiffen with something that was close to anger. "Okay." He said. "Well, I have to go. Call me if something with him changes."

Then he left, without saying goodbye to Mike.

Later in the car on his way to the office he felt bad about it. He always let Mike know if he was going somewhere. Today he hadn't. He considered calling but didn't.

When he got home that evening Mike was sitting on the couch with Adam, they were watching a movie with the sound on too loud for Harvey's taste. Mike didn't even look up at him when Harvey greeted them. Adam later told him that things had been fine, and that Mike had slept for about thirty minutes while they were hanging out on the balcony.

"He seems a bit off though." The nurse said. "Not like the usual Mike. He got annoyed with me."

Adam wasn't sure why Mike had been annoyed but said that he didn't mind. "We all have bad days." He said and grinned.

Harvey tried to get Mike to talk to him at dinner, but Mike wasn't that interested. He just sat there and glared down at his plate and shuffled the food around with his fork without eating it.

"So, did you have a good day?" Harvey asked.

Mike jerked his head up then and looked Harvey straight in the eyes.

"I don't have good days." He said. "Some days are less bad, but I don't have good days."

Harvey clenched his teeth together and took a breath before he answered.

"How about the day when you got the news that your cancer is regressing? I would say that was a good day."

Mike looked away and Harvey thought that he could see Mike roll his eyes.

"That was a less bad day." He said.

"Yeah, so all your days are shit, that's what you are saying?" Harvey pressed.

"Yes!"

"That's nice to hear Mike." Harvey said dryly. He knew that he shouldn't put any weight behind this, but he couldn't help but feel a little hurt by Mike's words. It was just that Harvey put a lot of effort into making Mike feel better, but apparently all of it was for nothing anyway. Mike only had bad days. He didn't know it was about to get worse.

"I'm finished." Mike said then. He stood up and left the table and his barely touched meal, without bringing it to the kitchen. Harvey had spent forty-five minutes in the kitchen for this dinner. He felt an urge to call Mike back and have him eat it all, but he kept quiet.

"You're being ungrateful, you know that?" Harvey on impulse called after him, but Mike didn't turn around or acknowledge his words in any way.

Mike stayed in his room for the rest of the evening and Harvey let him be. There was a tension between them now that Harvey didn't like. Before Harvey went to bed he walked over to Mike's room with the last dose of his meds for the evening. Mike was laying on top of the covers on his bed, doing absolutely nothing but staring up into the ceiling. Harvey put the small cup of pills and the water glass on the nightstand a little harder than necessary. Mike's whole body jerked as if he hadn't noticed Harvey's presence before that.

"Oh. Thanks." He said when he saw what Harvey had brought. The new sleeping pills were along the meds he was taking now. Mike clumsily sat up and grabbed for them. Harvey swore a bit too loudly when Mike managed to tip over the glass of water, making it fall, breaking apart leaving the floor covered in broken glass.

"Shit! I'm sorry." Mike got out. "I'm s-sorry."

Before Harvey could stop him Mike slid of the bed and tumbled down onto the floor, probably intending to pick up the pieces of glass.

"No, Mike! Damn it!" Harvey yelled and grabbed Mike under the arms and pulled him up on the bed again. He had been too late though. Mike had landed on his hands and knees right over the glass. They both watched in shook as blood started to trickle out from multiple wounds on Mike's palms.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Harvey exclaimed and shook Mike's shoulder, harder than he had intended. Mike let him do it and didn't say a word. He just sat there stiffly with his palms up, as more and more blood covered them.

"Damn that was stupid." Harvey muttered. "Wait here. Don't move."

Harvey left to go and find something to take care of the wounds. He found some gauze, towels and a tweezer, he also grabbed a bowl of water before he went back to Mike. He found him in the same position as he had left him. He was shaking slightly, and blood had dropped down on the floor below both of his hands. Harvey really hoped that he wouldn't need stiches. What had he been thinking, just falling down on to the floor like that?

"What a mess." He muttered and put down the things on the table and dragged a chair closer to Mike. He was careful as to not step too much on the glass.

"Give me your hand." He said to Mike. The kid didn't move, so Harvey reached for one of them. Mike jerked and Harvey noticed how he tried to pull the hand away from him, but he hardened his grip. What was Mike doing?

With one of the towels he carefully dabbed on Mike's hand to get rid of the worst of the blood. Mike let out a quite whimper when he did. Harvey looked at his face, but Mike was staring at his hand.

"It'll be okay." Harvey said. He grabbed the tweezer and then started to pull out small shards of glass from Mike's palm. He worked methodically and was so focused on the task at hand that he was surprised when suddenly a drop of water landed on Mike's wrist. He quickly looked up at Mike's face and saw that he was crying. Large tears were running down his face. But Mike wasn't moving, he was still in the same position as before, still staring at his palms.

"Does it hurt?" Harvey asked, and gently brushed the tear away from Mike's wrist with his thumb. Mike didn't react.

"I'll hurry, okay?" Harvey said. "It'll be okay Mike. Don't cry." He turned back to the kid's hand and yet again had to wipe some blood away.

"I know it was an accident." He said, because Mike didn't stop crying and he still didn't move. Like he was frozen in fear or something. Harvey couldn't have that.

He thought that he was done with the one hand and inspected it closely to make sure that he hadn't missed any glass. He then dipped a towel in the water and wiped the hand clean, then he quickly bandaged the hand. It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do for now. Mike was too upset at the moment. Harvey took the other hand and repeated the whole process.

Mike was still just sitting there, shaking slightly, still with new tears sliding down his cheeks. Harvey just wanted to be done with it all, and for now he had to focus his attention on Mike's hand. Luckily, this one wasn't as bad.

When he was done he felt along Mike's knees to make sure he hadn't gotten any glass stuck there as well.

"I'm just going to clean this up." He then told Mike and went to get the vacuum cleaner and to put the bloody towels in the pile of dirty laundry.

"Mike, why don't you lay down." Harvey told him when he returned to find Mike still in the same position. The younger man didn't react and it scared Harvey a little. He carefully steered Mike back to help him lay down. He jerked his hand away though when Mike let out a moan as if he had been hurt. Harvey swallowed.

"Mike, just lay down, please." He said and tried again. This time Mike complied. He still refused to look at Harvey, even when he tried to meet the kid's eyes. He lifted Mike's legs up on the bed and pulled the cover over him. Mike was laying on his side with his hands in front of him. Mike started to cry harder when Harvey turned on the vacuum cleaner. At first he considered to turn it off again and just try to comfort Mike, but then the glass would still be there. So instead he quickly cleaned the floor.

Mike had curled up and hidden his face in his arms. He was crying loudly, like he had lost control of himself. It was a long time ago since he had been this destroyed, and Harvey couldn't help to blame himself. If he only had been quicker with the glass. He should have caught it or stopped Mike from falling to the floor. He still didn't understand why Mike had done that.

"Hey…" Harvey mumbled and sat down on the chair again. He leaned close to the kid. "Mike. It's okay now."

But Mike continued as if Harvey wasn't there. He cried heartbreakingly, his whole body twitching with every sob.

"Mike." Harvey said again and stroked his arm a little.

"Kid. Come on. Talk to me." Harvey said with something begging edged into his voice. He wanted Mike to stop being this sad. He kept stroking his arm.

"It hurts." Mike suddenly stuttered.

"What hurts? Your hands?" Harvey asked.

"Yeah…" Mike sobbed. "I want to go…" He mumbled. "It hurts."

"I know." Harvey said. "I'm sorry."

"No…I'm…I'm sorry." Mike said. "I'm sorry. I sh-shouldn't have…" He panted. He drew in multiple breaths as if he tried to calm down. Harvey hoped that it was what he was doing.

"Yeah… What were you trying to do?" Harvey wanted to know.

"I was… I didn't mean to…"

"I know."

"I was going to pick it… pick it up." Mike said. He still hadn't met Harvey's eyes. "I was just picking it up." He sobbed again, like he gave up his attempts to stop.

"Don't next time, okay." Harvey meant it as a joke, but Mike said that he was sorry again.

"I'm sorry too. I wish I would have been able to stop you."

"I'm so stupid." Mike said. "I'm sorry about before too. I am grateful. I am, Harvey. Please don't be mad at me. Please."

Harvey breathed out deeply. Shit.

"I'm not mad. I'm not." He said.

"Please…" Mike whispered and cried. He was shaking like a little child and Harvey felt an urged to just pull him against him.

"Mike, I'm not mad at you." He said. "You're just having a bad day, huh? That's okay. You don't have to be upset. You don't have to be sad. Everything is okay now."

Mike's breaths were starting to slow down a little now, and Harvey did his best in aiding him to getting calmer.

"What's with you now, huh? You are supposed to be doing better. You know that right?"

He said it with his most gentle voice and hoped that Mike was aware enough to know that he was joking.

"I don't feel better." Mike whispered.

"I know. You will though."

They were both quite for a while, Harvey concentrating on Mike's breathing. In and out.

"I'm tired Harvey." Mike said then and he turned his head a little to be able to look at Harvey.

Harvey carefully placed a hand on Mike's head and held it there. With two fingers he lightly stroked Mike's forehead. He repeated the motion and Mike shuttered as he breathed out.

"It's okay. I'm here." Harvey said. "Close your eyes." Mike did, but then he opened them again. They locked eyes and Harvey smiled down at him.

"I won't be able to sleep." Mike said and it looked like he was about to start crying again.

"Don't think about it. Just close your eyes." Harvey said. Then he remembered that Mike never took the pills he was supposed to. He swore to himself and glanced at them. Mike had closed his eyes again; he actually looked a bit more relaxed. Harvey decided to wait and see what happened, and if Mike couldn't fall asleep like this Harvey would have him take the pills. But he was pretty sure that Mike was about to fall asleep from pure exhaustion.

Harvey slowly, slowly leaned away from Mike. With every movement he was prepared to resume his previous position in case the kid would wake up again. Harvey had a hard time understanding what had happened tonight. Mike had totally lost it. He had shown so clearly that he still was a very sick individual. Harvey pursed his lip and watched the sleeping man in front of him. Mike even looked sick right now. Had he looked this bad earlier today? He didn't have a fever; Harvey was sure of that.

Insomnia, Adam had said. Harvey searched his pocket for his phone and then opened a new tab. He did a quick search on it. Damn, it didn't sound good. But Mike was sleeping now at least. Hopefully, he would be able to stay that way for some time now. He knew that he had to keep a close eye on his young friend tonight though. He activated one of the alarms he sometimes used when Mike was feeling bad. He should be the one that suffered from insomnia, not Mike.

He went to get himself ready for bed and was brushing his teeth when he heard a sound from Mike's direction. Harvey swore inwardly. What was he doing awake? It had only been like twenty minutes. He quickly spat, washed his face, and then went to investigate.

Mike was laying on his back with his head turned sideways, staring straight into the wall. It looked like he wasn't even there. He was mumbling quietly to himself, words that Harvey couldn't make out.

"Mike?"

The younger man jerked, and he quickly turned his head towards Harvey. He seemed to have trouble with focusing his eyes onto Harvey, instead they flickered around the room.

"Hey." Harvey said. "What are you doing up, kid?"

Mike seemed to concentrate on meeting his eyes. It was like he hadn't heard what Harvey had said, or like he didn't understand it.

"What is…" Mike mumbled. "Who…?"

"What?"

"I…I was." Mike whispered. He wasn't making any sense and Harvey started to feel worried. What was going on with the kid.

"Mike, are you okay?" He asked, even though the question was pointless. It was clear that he wasn't.

"Harvey?" Mike asked then, totally ignoring what Harvey had said.

"Yeah, it's me. I'm here." Harvey tried to sound comforting.

"Harvey?" Mike repeated.

"Yeah, Mike."

"I… I want to go home."

Harvey stared at him. What was he talking about?

"What? You are home, Mike."

"No…." Mike moaned. "I want to go home." He repeated, his voice broke and his eyes went back to flickering around the room, like he was searching for something.

"Mike, you are home. We are at the condo. Are you alright?"

Mike stared at him now with an open mouth. "But…" He said. "It's not… I don't… I don't know where…" His eyes were tearing up and Harvey had no idea about what was going on right now.

"What is it that you don't know?" He asked.

"I don't know where I am. Where are we?"

Harvey felt something cold run down his spine. This was bad. He moved a little closer to the kid and laid a hand on his arm.

"We are in your bedroom Mike. Can you tell me how you are feeling?"

Mike jerked away from him and pulled at the cover. He panted a bit and tried to sit up.

"No…"

"Mike…" Harvey tried to stop him, but Mike surprisingly quickly avoided his hands and pushed himself off the bed. Harvey called for him again, but Mike pushed past him and stumbled out into the living room, Harvey quickly following him.

Mike was breathing heavily, and Harvey was afraid that he was going to fall. What was going on inside the kid's head? He didn't know where he was? He wondered if he needed to take Mike to the hospital. This confusion was really worrying him.

Mike had stopped in the middle of the living room and was looking around like he didn't know where he was. Harvey felt scared at that moment. What the hell was happening?

"Mike? Why don't we sit down?" He tried.

"No, no. I have to go." Mike mumbled. "I'm going home. I have to go home!"

He sounded scared too.

Harvey walked around him so that they were standing in front of each other. He forced himself to smile at the kid and held up his hands.

"You are staying here with me for a while now, kid." He said and Mike looked at him then. Harvey didn't see recognition in his eyes. Mike shook his head though.

"But I want to go home." He repeated.

"I know. But it's late. How about you stay here for tonight and I can take you home tomorrow?"

Mike seemed to consider that. He looked out the window. "You will?" He asked and moved a little further away from Harvey.

"Yeah, sure." Harvey said and hoped that this was just some sort of temporary confusion. Maybe he had a fever? It didn't look like that though, and right now wasn't the time to feel Mike's forehead.

"Harvey?" Mike then said. "What's going on?"

"You tell me." Harvey answer, but Mike just blankly stared at him.

"I think you are a little confused right now. Nothing is going on right now. How about we go back to bed?"

Mike didn't think that was a good idea, instead he yet again repeated that he needed to go. He then said again that he wanted to go home and started to head towards the door this time. Harvey followed and had to stop him.

"Mike, you can't leave right now. Just come with me, please." Harvey begged him. He felt frustrated and worried. He didn't want to have to physically restrain Mike.

Eventually he managed to convince the kid to sit on the couch with him. Mike sat next to him, leaning forward, and breathing heavily. He yawned and mumbled to himself. Harvey dared to pat his back a bit and Mike didn't object. Harvey then managed to get him to take the medication they had skipped earlier. Mike seemed surprised when he saw the bandages he had around both of his hands, but he didn't say anything about it. He fell asleep on the couch a little while later.

-SUITS-

Mike blinked a couple of times and tried to determine where he was. The couch. He was laying on his stomach on the couch. His eyes felt dry and he felt exhausted. He closed his eyes and wished that he could fall back into the darkness were he just had come from.

It didn't work.

He opened his eyes again and stared out into the room. He slowly turned on his side to lay more comfortable. He noticed that something felt weird with his hands. He raised them both to look at them. They were bandages on them. Huh.

He heard steps coming towards him and looked away from his hands.

"Hi." He said when he saw Harvey.

"Hey Mike. How are you doing?" Harvey asked.

Mike didn't feel like answering that question. Always that question. He shrugged just or not be too impolite.

"Okay…" Harvey said slowly and sat down in front of him.

Harvey was didn't say anything else, he was just sitting there, staring at Mike. What was he waiting for? He was just looking at Mike. maybe Harvey had said something else that he had missed? Was Harvey waiting for him to answer? He was just watching him. Mike thought that he could see something different in Harvey's eyes, something he hadn't seen before. He didn't like that.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked.

Harvey made an obvious attempt at making his face neutral. He wasn't all that successful.

"I'm not looking at you." He said, still staring straight at Mike.

"Yes, you are. You're looking at me like I'm crazy or something."

"Well, how are you feeling?" Harvey slowly asked. "Do you… ehm… do you know where you are?"

Mike stared at him. "What are you talking about?"

Harvey breathed out and pursed his lips. "You were pretty out of it last night, Mike. You remember that right?"

"What? No, I wasn't."

"Yes, you were." Harvey insisted. "You didn't know where you were. You said that you wanted to go home. You even tried to leave."

Mike looked at him and felt his stomach tightened. He shook his head. "I…"

He didn't recognize this. He didn't know what Harvey was talking about. He hadn't done those things. Right? Last night was kind of hazy. He remembered feeling confused and scared. He looked at his hands again. He had knocked over a glass of water and then managed to cut his hands open. He remembered that now. He also remembered himself crying in despair. He had been so upset, but now he wasn't sure of why. He had felt so bad. Almost like a couple of times before when he just had wanted everything to end. He had just cried.

Harvey was still looking at him, waiting for him to say something. To explain why he had acted like a crazy person. Or like a child. He felt himself getting hot from embarrassment. Why was he doing stuff like that?

He swallowed hard. "I don't know! Stop looking at me like that!" He exclaimed.

But Harvey wouldn't leave it alone, of course he wouldn't.

"You don't remember that? Trying to leave? You said again and again that you wanted to go home."

"No, I didn't!" Mike screamed. He didn't know why. He wanted Harvey to shut up. He wanted to pretend that last night hadn't happened. Why couldn't Harvey let him to that?

"Don't raise your voice at me." Harvey said and sounded angry. Mike could understand him. He should apologize and he should thank Harvey for taking care of him in a moment when he had been gone from who he is. But at this moment he couldn't force himself to say those words.

"Fine!" He said instead, only lowering his voice slightly.

"I'm just trying to figure out what's wrong with you this time." Harvey muttered and Mike felt something cold bore into his chest. That wasn't fair. He looked away from Harvey, curled up more on the couch and hid his hands below the blanket.

"There is nothing wrong with me." He said. He refused to look at Harvey.

"Your hands say otherwise. You didn't know where you were, Mike. That's not nothing."

"I know where I am now! Just leave me alone." Mike said. He didn't want to talk anymore. He wanted Harvey to leave and to stop looking at him. He wasn't crazy! He was tired. He closed his eyes and forced them to stay so. He heard how Harvey sighed and stood up and then walked away. Suddenly he felt like crying. Why was everything so hard all the time? He couldn't help but feel sorry for himself.

The cancer was regressing, and he should feel happy about that. He should feel better. He shouldn't behave like he had yesterday. It lay over him like a heavy weight, pressing him down. He felt so embarrassed and also humiliated after what Harvey had said just now. He felt how his eyes burned and tears gathered in his eyes when he blinked.

His hands burned a little too. He didn't know how badly he had hurt himself. He felt so stupid. He was stupid. Something was wrong with him.

"Here." Harvey suddenly said, right next to him. He had put his meds and a glass of water on the counter and then he had walked away again. Mike stared at the glass, feeling nervous about touching it. What if he broke this one as well?

When Harvey put a plate with breakfast on the table, Mike hadn't touched the meds or the water. Mike whispered a thank you, and Harvey didn't say anything.

He wasn't hungry.

"Mike."

Harvey just said his name and Mike knew what he should do, yet he didn't move. The effort of sitting up felt like it was too much for him to handle. What was it that was wrong with him this time?

He wished that someone could help him to feel better. Harvey was the only one there, but Mike didn't think that he was interested in helping him right now, not in the way Mike wanted him to. He wanted someone to tell him that everything would be okay, if not today, but soon. He wanted someone to sit next to him and maybe stroke his back or hold his hand. He wanted someone to just be there, close to him. He thought about Grammy. She would have done all of those things.

"Mike, seriously!" Harvey suddenly exclaimed and Mike jerked a little and blinked away tears.

Harvey took a hold of his blanket and pulled it away from his face before Mike had time to stop him.

"Why aren't you eating? You…" Harvey stopped talking, probably because he saw Mike's face. He let go of the blanket and sat down on the table.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Mike couldn't look at him, as he used the blanket to wipe his face. He shook his head a little.

"Are you in pain?" Harvey asked. Mike shook his head again.

"Hm." Harvey leaned forward and stroked his arm a little and Mike felt like crying even more. Instead he pressed his eyes closed to will it away.

"You want me to help you?" Harvey asked.

"Yeah." Mike whispered. He wanted that. A lot.

"Okay, here we go then." Harvey maneuvered him to sit up, before Mike had time to react. Harvey then help out his meds and the glass of water. He helped Mike to drink after he had swallowed all the pills. Then Harvey placed the plate of food in his lap. He stood up and walked away after that.

Mike looked after him and wished that the older man would come back again. He didn't though, so Mike looked down at the plate instead. Two slices of toast, cold by now. He slowly started to eat.

The rest of the day sucked. Mike spent all of it on the couch, trying to sleep. He was successful once in a while, but it always felt like he woke up after just a couple of minutes. He didn't know if that was the case or not. Harvey left him there. Mike didn't know what the older man was doing. He heard him sometimes on the phone or saw him walking by the couch. He brought Mike food and medication too. He asked Mike cancer related questions and didn't say much else.

"Louis is going to come over tomorrow Mike." He said though when it was time for them both to head to bed. "I asked Adam, but he was unable to come tomorrow. Louis has been telling me that he misses you, so I thought he would enjoy spending some time with you." He smiled when he said that, like it was a joke, but Mike didn't understand. He didn't answer and Harvey stopped smiling.

Mike slept badly that night as well. He noticed that Harvey came to check on him multiple times during the night. He thought that he could hear the faint sound from Harvey's phone before he came every time and he understood that Harvey had set an alarm to come and check on him. He pretended to be asleep every time.

He didn't know what to think about the fact that Harvey did that. It was reassuring and he felt touched by it, but at the same time Harvey didn't say anything. He just came into the room and stood there for a moment, before walking back to his own bed. Mike wished that he would have stayed.

They had breakfast together the next morning. Mike felt weird, like his head was too heavy for his neck. Almost like it was loose and jerked to the side sometimes like he couldn't control its movements. It also felt like he was surrounded by a veil that made him detached from what was going on around him.

Harvey took him by the arm and led him back to his bed after they were done. He laid there on his back and looked up into the ceiling. He wished that he could just close his eyes and shut everything off. He didn't know what was going on.

Someone was knocking on his door. It was open so Mike didn't know why the person bothered with knocking. He ignored it. He had managed to get some sleep, at least he thought so. He felt a little bit more present at least.

"Can I come in?"

Mike looked up. It was Louis. Seeing him there, surprised Mike a lot.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

Louis looked surprised at his question, but he let himself inside the room and sat down on the chair next to Mike's bed.

"I thought Harvey had told you that I was coming. He asked me to keep you company today."

Mike stared at him. He tried to remember when Harvey would have told him that. He came up blank. Maybe Harvey had told him, but he hadn't bothered to listen, or was it yesterday?

He didn't know what to say now, so he didn't say anything. That didn't seem to bother Louis.

"I've heard the good news Mike, that you are getting better." The man was smiling against him.

Mike shrugged and looked away. He knew that he was being a jerk right now, but he was too tired to care right now. He closed his eyes. He could hear how Louis shifted in the chair, maybe making himself more comfortable. Was he just going to sit there? And when had Harvey left? He hadn't said anything. Did Harvey hate him now? He tried to push the thought away. Harvey didn't hate him, that was a stupid thought. But still, it kind of felt like Harvey was avoiding him. Maybe he was. Maybe that was why Louis was here. Maybe Harvey wanted Mike to go and live with Louis now, instead of here with him? Mike didn't want that, but he didn't know how he was going to stop it.

"I don't want to." He said. Maybe Louis would let him be then?

"What? What don't you want?" Louis asked.

"Go with you."

"Go with me where?"

Mike sighed. "Please." He said. He was so tired. He didn't want to deal with this. Why couldn't they just leave him alone. He felt like crying all of a sudden. Not again. He couldn't do that now when Louis was here. Where was Harvey? Was he coming back?

He turned his head more to the side so that Louis wouldn't be able to see his face.

"Are you okay?" Louis asked. Mike didn't answer. He shouldn't lie.

"Do you want me to read to you maybe?"

Mike nodded. That would be nice. Maybe it could distract him.

"Good! Wait one second, I'll be right back."

Mike heard how Louis left the room. He intensely wished that he hadn't. He didn't want to be here alone. Tears sprung to his eyes and he let them fall.

"Hey Mike, are you okay? Are you crying? Is it your heart? Or are you in pain?"

Louis asked him a hundred questions. All at once. He didn't know which one to answer. He didn't want to say the wrong thing. He bit his lips and shook his head.

"Okay? You're not in pain then?"

"No." Mike said. "Are you going to read?" Louis had said that he would do that. Mike didn't know if he still would, or if he had messed it up now.

"Yes, of course. But are you sure that you are alright?"

"Yes." Mike whispered.

"Okay then, Mike." Louis said gently. Then he started to read, and Mike could close his eyes again.

-SUITS-

"Did you take care of it?" Louis asked as Harvey stepped into the condo and stopped in the kitchen. Louis was loading the dishwasher.

"Of course, I did. They settled. Did you take care of it?" Harvey smirked a little and looked towards Mike's room.

Louis nodded but looked down at the plate he was holding in his hand.

"He is sleeping now." He said.

"Did everything go alright?" Harvey knew what the answer was. Louis looked worried; he was still holding the same plate.

"Didn't you tell him that I was coming today?" He asked.

"Of course, I did, I told him last night."

"Well, he was surprised. You said he was confused but… Anyway, I spent most of the day reading to him. He barely had anything to eat. I didn't want to force him. Harvey, he almost looked like he was scared of me."

Harvey felt that tight feeling over his chest return in full force, and the feeling of success from the days meeting faded away. Mike had been behaving so weird lately, and he couldn't understand it. Maybe it was time to take him to the hospital again. Maybe something was wrong with his brain?

He thought back on the night when Mike had tipped over the glass, and how he had cried after. The next morning Mike had refused to admit that it had happened. Harvey didn't think he had forgotten it, but maybe he had. He had been angry about the fact that Mike had said that it hadn't happened, but he had tried to not show that to Mike. Nothing would be better from that. But he figured that he had been a bit distant towards Mike since then.

Mike had spent several days laying down now, in bed or on the couch. He said that he was tired, but was it something else as well?

Harvey had been annoyed at him yesterday, when Mike, after having refused to acknowledge what had happened, also refused to take his meds, or eat breakfast. But then when he had jerked the blanket that Mike stubbornly had covered his face with, he had seen tears in the kids. The familiar feeling of helplessness had come over him then, and the annoyance had left. He hadn't done much to get Mike to tell him what was wrong though. He regretted that now.

"Like I said. He has been a bit confused the last couple of days. Adam was talking about insomnia. Maybe it has something to do with that?"

Louis nodded slowly. "Because everything is alright here, right? He doesn't have a reason to be fearful, right?"

Harvey looked the other man straight in the eyes. "What are you implying?" He asked.

"Nothing, Harvey. I'm just concerned."

Harvey sighed. "So am I. There is always something wrong. Always something new. Sometimes I have a hard time keeping up."

"You know I'm here to help, Harvey. I like Mike, a lot."

"Thank you, Louis. I know."

Louis left shortly after that. Harvey thanked him again for staying with Mike. It did mean a lot to him. He went to check on Mike, and found him awake, laying on the bed looking towards the door. Harvey smiled at him and walked over to him.

"Hi there. Louis said that you were sleeping."

"You're back." Mike said and looked up at him with shiny eyes. What was with the kid?!

"Yes, I am." He said and sat down on the edge of the bed. He reached for Mike's hand and watched as Mike took a hold of a couple of his fingers. He looked straight at Harvey.

"I didn't think you would come back." He whispered. He wore a honest expression.

"Why would you think that?" Harvey squeezed his hand. "Why would you ever think that?"

But Mike just looked at him and blinked slowly. After a minute he closed his eyes, then his breathes evened out and his grasp around Harvey's fingers loosened as he fell asleep.

Harvey quickly blinked a couple of times. Mike's reaction saddened him. He suppressed an urge to wake Mike up again so that they could talk. Mike probably needed to sleep, maybe if he got a good night sleep he would feel better again.

Last night he had checked on Mike multiple times. He was fairly sure that Mike had faked sleep a couple of times then. His breathing had been too quick. But he hadn't said anything, instead he had stayed a while, and hoped Mike was comforted by his presence.

"Hi." A voice startled him.

Harvey looked up from his laptop and saw Mike standing in the doorway to his bedroom.

"Hey. How are you?"

Mike shrugged and slowly walked over to the couch. "I feel a bit messed up." He said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Sort of confused sometimes. But better than before now."

"Okay, that's good. You want to watch a movie or something?" Harvey closed the computer.

Mike smiled a little. "Sure. If I get to choose."

Harvey rolled his eyes but let him do it. They watched the movie in silence. Harvey wasn't really paying that much attention. Mike had chosen something that involved an alien invasion, for some reason he had a weakness for that kind of movies. Harvey thought about what the next step for them should be. Mike seemed fine at this moment, but he couldn't ignore what had happened the last few days. The confusion, the lack of sleep, the emotional outbursts. They needed to do something about all of that. He looked over at Mike to tell him that they probably should head to the hospital but saw that the younger man was fast asleep right next to him. Mike's hand had the hem of Harvey's sweater in a loose grip. Harvey looked at his hand for a long moment, before leaning back on the couch and watching the rest of the movie while Mike slept.

They didn't talk that evening. Mike was in a bad mood when he woke up again and said that he had a headache. He didn't want to eat dinner either. Just wanted to go and lay down on the couch again.

"You have to eat!" Harvey had exclaimed in a rather harsh voice, but what was Mike's problem. He knew that he needed to eat something at least three times a day. It wasn't much to ask, but yet Mike refused. This was the one thing that Harvey struggled the most with to understand.

"I'm not hungry."

Harvey felt how he was close to really being angry, so he chose to not argue back at all. He let Mike be and told him to go to bed. Mike did do that without another word. He didn't check on Mike that evening, and later when he was laying in bed he felt a bit bad about it. He sighed and reached for his phone, to set an alarm. It rang a couple of hours later and Mike seemed to be alright when he went to check on him, and he decided to not set another alarm.

He woke up about again a while later and realized that he needed to go to the bathroom. He slowly sat up and yawned. He briefly thought about when he had gotten a full night's sleep himself.

Harvey walked out into the living room on his way to the bathroom, he stopped in surprise as he saw that Mike was laying on the couch, curled up, pressed against the back of the couch. He was awake.

"Mike. What are you doing on the couch?" Harvey said and dragged a hand over his face.

Mike looked up at him but didn't say anything. He shrugged a little.

"Well, go back to bed. You shouldn't sleep on the couch." He walked past the kid when he yet again didn't answer and went to the bathroom. He didn't know why he was surprised when he got back, and Mike hadn't moved. Instead he was laying there looking up at Harvey.

"Why are you still here?" He asked. "You'll be more comfortable in your own bed."

Mike opened his mouth and Harvey waited for him to say something, but he just closed it again. Harvey wanted to go back to bed, but now he felt like he couldn't. Not yet.

"What?" He asked. He could hear that he sounded annoyed and saw that Mike looked away. Harvey stood there and waited. Eventually Mike spoke.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked quietly.

Harvey was a bit taken a back from that question. "No." He said, and he didn't know why he yet again sounded annoyed. He could see on Mike that he heard it too. Harvey tried again.

"I'm not mad at you. I'm just tired, since it's like three in the morning."

Mike didn't say anything.

"Do you need me to help you to your room?" He asked and tried to make his voice gentle.

Mike shook his head. Harvey sighed debating with himself whether he should just let Mike sleep on the couch then, if that was what he wanted. Then Mike spoke.

"Can I… Can I sleep in your bed?" Mike asked in a soft tone.

Harvey stared at him. "You want to sleep in my bed?" He repeated.

Mike swallowed and his eyes flickered between Harvey's face and the direction of Harvey's bedroom.

"Mike…" Harvey sighed a little. The silence between them was pressing.

"You know what, never mind." Mike said then and he made a grimace that probably was supposed to be a smile. He swallowed again and then started to turn around on the couch to face the back of it and turn his back on Harvey. "I'm just going to…" He didn't finish the sentence and Harvey could see how he tensed his back.

"Alright." Harvey said. He stood there for a second watching Mike. He knew that he probably should stay and get the kid to talk, but it was three in the morning. He had a meeting tomorrow morning. He would talk to Mike after that.

"Good night then." He said. He waited a second to see if Mike would answer him, but he didn't. So, Harvey left for his own bedroom. When he was laying down again he couldn't help but to glance at the empty side of his bed. There was a lot of room. He thought about Mike's question. Why had he asked that? Should he have said yes? Why hadn't he? Mike had slept in his bed before. There had to be a reason as to why Mike asked about it now.

Are you mad at me? Mike had asked. Harvey felt how guilt started to seep into him. Mike was struggling right now, and Harvey hadn't done something about it. He had let this slide, like he didn't even care. It almost felt like he didn't have any control over the situation right now.

Mike was probably awake still. Maybe he was upset. Why else would he have asked to sleep in the same bed? It was an awkward question, so it probably took a lot from Mike for him to be able to ask it. Mike had asked him for help and Harvey had denied him.

"Shit." He whispered to himself and rubbed his face. He threw away the covers and walked back to the living room. He had to.

Mike was laying just like Harvey had left him. He was shaking slightly, and Harvey could hear that he was sobbing quietly into one of the pillows. Mike didn't know that Harvey was there. For a split second the thought of walking back to his bed and just go to sleep again crossed his mind. But just as fast he pushed it away. Something was wrong here and he was the only one that could fix it. The only one who could make it better for the broken kid on the couch. Because that was what Mike was, he was still broken. Harvey had thought that some part of him mended recently with the positive news. He himself felt so much lighter inside and he had thought that Mike did as well.

"Mike?" He whispered now and sat down on the coffee table and watched how Mike curled up even more and pressed himself against the couch.

He laid a hand on Mike's shoulder and squeezed. "Let's go." He said. He pulled the blanket off Mike, and saw the surprise in Mike's swollen, red eyes. Harvey nodded towards his room and held out a hand towards Mike. Without a word he took Harvey's hand and let him drag him upright. They slowly walked over to Harvey's bedroom, and Harvey ushered Mike over to the other side of the bed and pulled the cover away so that he could lay down. He then went to turn on one of the lamps in the corner, before he walked over to his side of the bed.

Mike was laying on his side towards Harvey. He had stopped crying, but he looked uncertain, maybe even scared.

"It's okay." Harvey said as he laid down.

Mike drew in a shaky breath. "I…I just couldn't sleep." He said. "I couldn't sleep."

Harvey nodded. "We are going to the hospital tomorrow and get you some help, Mike."

When Mike didn't protest Harvey knew that they should have done that much earlier.

"Is it just the lack of sleeping that has been bothering you lately, or is it something else as well?" Harvey asked.

Mike didn't look at him when he answered. "Mostly the sleeping thing, I guess. It messes me up. It's hard. Sometimes it feels like I don't know what I am doing, you know."

"I didn't know. You should have told me." Harvey said.

"I did. I told you I couldn't sleep. I told you." Mike sounded upset now.

"Okay."

"It's not my fault."

"I know. We'll figure it out Mike. Don't worry about it."

A minute or so passed. Then Harvey was met with a faint okay, and they didn't talk more that night. Mike soon fell asleep, much to Harvey's relief. He allowed himself to close his own eyes then and relax.

They left for the hospital right after breakfast the next morning. Harvey cancelled all his meetings for the day and the day after. Mike fell asleep on in the car on their way. Harvey had spoken to Doctor Lundin and they had gotten an appointment almost straight away. Mike was examined, they talked, and Mike was admitted. That surprised Harvey, he hadn't expected that, but he figured that it was needed.

The talk they had had was mostly focused on trying to find the reason behind Mike's change in sleeping habits. The doctor was concerned since Mike hadn't had any problems with it before. Insomnia, which it determined to be, could be a side effect of depression, anxiety or a wide range of other things. Lack of sleep had side effects of its own.

Mike admitted that he had an easier time to sleep when someone was sitting by him, and that could explain why Harvey hadn't found it that bad. Mike slept better when he was around. He found it endearing but didn't tell Mike that, he was already blushing as it was.

For now, they would try to put Mike on a couple of new medications. He would stay at the hospital until they were sure that something was working. And also, to make sure things didn't get worse.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice how bad it was." Harvey said when they were alone in Mike's room. "Or at least for not acting on it."

"It's fine." Mike said, without looking at him. "I know I was annoying." He smiled a little. "I didn't mean to. I know I'm a lot for you to handle at times."

Harvey laughed a little. "You have no idea."

Mike's smiled widened. "Thanks though." He said and closed his eyes. "If you excuse me."

He slept for four hours after that. Harvey waited.

Three days they spent at the hospital. Harvey stayed for two nights but went home on the third. He could see an improvement in Mike by then, and the other man approved that Harvey left. Mike's doctors thought that they had found the right combination of drugs for him and he was discharged. The third day, before they left Doctor Lundin had stopped by to talk to them. He suggested therapy to Mike and said that it might help him.

"I know that you have tried it before Mike, but the timing wasn't right then. But I think it would be beneficiary for you to try again."

"Yeah?" Mike said.

"Sharing your experiences with others that are going through the same thing as you, might be healing. They can help you with recognizing signs of side effects and have ideas on how to cope with them."

Mike promised that he was going to think about it and Harvey said that he thought it was a good idea.

Mike fell asleep in the car on their way home and that night Harvey kept him company in his room until he was sure that Mike was sleeping. The next morning Mike assured him that he had slept almost the whole night.

"I just woke up once or twice." He said and smiled. They celebrated by eating ice cream, that Donna had brought once, on the couch. Then they had a movie marathon, and Harvey turned off his phone, since it kept ringing. Harvey smiled as he heard Mike starting to breath deeper next to him. He was asleep. Things were good again. At least that was what it felt like to Harvey. He had fixed the problem that Mike had had. The solution had been to medicate again, but at least Mike got to sleep. Or maybe it was his presence that made Mike feel better, calmer. Maybe a combination of both, he didn't really care, as long as Mike was better.

It felt like they yet again were back on track, after a little mishap. Mike was more stable again. That was good news and Harvey was going to take it.

-SUITS-