The next hour on the phone was a mixture of Rachel crying, Harvey trying not to yell (and barely succeeding), and Donna refusing to speak to him. All three of them had piled into a car together as soon as they had gotten the phone call from the hospital, and were currently waiting at the airport to board their flight.
Mike was only rescued from what had to be the most emotional phone call he'd ever endured, when the same kindhearted nurse that had lent him a charger came in to give him stitches.
"You should probably hang up the phone now, it'll make it easier for the both of us," the nurse told him sympathetically.
Mike figured that she was right, and told the others he had to go.
"You better still be there when we get off the plane," Harvey stated.
"I love you," Rachel told him.
Radio silence from Donna. Mike sighed, and responded with "I will, you have my word, and I love you too," before hanging up the phone.
They seemed to be doing a 'good cop bad cop' thing, whether they realized it or not, and he knew at some point it was all going to come crashing down.
He shuddered at the thought of all three of them yelling at him, but supposed he deserved it. Or at least, he assumed he did. The chunk of memory missing from his brain sure wasn't helping things. Mike had thought Harvey was going to smash his phone when he told him he didn't know where he'd been the last two weeks.
Mike put his head in hands, trying to remember something. Anything.
"Rough day, huh?" The nurse asked.
"You could say that."
"It says in your chart that you're having a memory issue? That's common with head wounds, although it might help you to know that it's only about two days old."
Along with the head wound, Mike had more than a few bruises all over his body.
"Only?" Mike said sadly. That meant he hadn't been roaming around America with a head wound this whole time. As scary as that would have been, all of the other scenarios he'd concocted in his mind were much worse.
"I've never heard someone seem so sad about that before," the nurse laughed light heartedly, "my name is Anna by the way."
"Well, thanks Anna. It's just, the people I love most in this world are on there way here, I've been missing for two weeks, I'm in a completely random state, and if I have to say "I don't know" to any of them one more time, I'm afraid I might have more than just a head injury by the end of the day."
Anna considered this for a moment.
"That's a hard situation, I hope you figure out what happened to you," she offered.
Mike sighed, he hoped so too. He winced as Anna pulled out a needle to numb the area around the wound. He found himself wishing that he were anywhere else. Well, anywhere else except with Harvey and the others. He wasn't looking forward to an in-person confrontation.
Luckily for Mike, he only needed seven stitches, which was nothing compared to the amount the guy on the bed next to him needed. The poor man had been bitten by an angry dog all over his arms and legs.
Only ten minutes after Anna had finished stitching him up, he was informed that he was being discharged.
"With a head wound?" He protested. Mike was certain they had something else to do, head injuries were pretty serious, weren't they? The doctor that had just walked in seemed to be having a bad day. He looked up at Mike, surprised that he had objected to being able to go home.
"There appears to be no damage to your brain, and you have a minor concussion. Just take it easy and you should be fine. Your memory should return to you in time. Although, memory loss could also be a symptom of heavy drinking," the doctor informed him somewhat judgmentally.
Mike was in disbelief. He walked out of the building just as easily as he had walked in. Mike noticed that the hospital suddenly seemed busy, and figured that they probably ushered him out to make more room. In a way he was glad to be discharged, he'd never liked hospitals. It reminded him of what had happened to his parents.
He texted Harvey that he'd been discharged, even though he knew that their flight had to of taken off by now, which meant he wouldn't get the message until he landed.
Unfortunately, that meant Mike had a couple of hours on his hands and nowhere to go. He sat on a bench he found outside the hospital, and debated what to do next. He'd given Harvey his word that he'd stay put, so that's what he intended to do. He also knew that meant he was going to be alone with his thoughts for a while.
Thinking about all that had happened, as well as the association between hospitals and his parents, Mike once again became angry about the exchange that had occurred the other night. This was all Louis' fault. He'd said some pretty terrible things before, but this time he had stooped to a whole new level.
Mike thought about it some more, and realized that in reality, it was Harvey's fault. For a guy who preached loyalty, he sure didn't seem to have his back. Mike supposed that wasn't fair. He hadn't even tried to explain to Harvey what had happened, he'd just lashed out. He winced as he remembered that he'd called Harvey selfish.
That's when he noticed a familiar looking car pull up beside him.
"Hey Mike," the young man in the car said smoothly, "remember me? You sure are a hard guy to find. I'm sure your friends feel the same way."
But for the first time, Mike didn't remember. He sat there dumbfounded for a minute or two as he glanced at the New York license plate and then back towards the man in the car. That's when it all came rushing back to him. The man in the car seemed to notice the flash of recognition in his eyes.
"Just wanted to make sure we still had an understanding," the man smirked.
Mike's mouth went dry as he nodded slowly.
"Good," he said while grinning maniacally, and with that, he sped off much faster than was necessary.
"Oh my god," Mike mumbled to himself.
Why hadn't he listened to Harvey and just gone home?