Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who's been reading/reviewing/story alerting/favorite story-ing (or all four) this story! Also, I am not a doctor by any means, so the medical parts are based off of my online research. If anything is inaccurate, I apologize and please let me know so I can fix it.

Previously: "Harvey, why don't we take a walk to his room?" The two men set off down the hall, and the lawyer's heart sank. "He's in the ICU?"

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"Yes, Mr. Ross has been admitted into the ICU for severe pneumonia, which turned into ARDS, Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome. He passed out from exhaustion and the damage to his lungs."

Harvey let the information wash over him, and a voice of guilt sounded at the back of his head. You should have noticed that he was this sick. You saw that he looked bad and was coughing a lot. Harvey told the voice what it could go do with itself, and then focused on the words of the doctor.

"So how is he right now?" He kept his voice calm and controlled, just as he would talk to a client.

"At the moment, we're dealing with a persistent high fever. We had to place him on a ventilator because his lungs aren't supporting him. He's critical, but stable."

By now, the two had reached the end of the hallway where a closed door was. "Mr. Ross is being kept in this room," explained Ben, opening it.

There, propped up on pillows and unconscious, lay Mike Ross. He looked pale and frail against the sterile white hospital sheets. That was unsettling, but the most frightening part was all the machines Mike was hooked up to. Assorted tubes and wires ran around, as well the ventilator strapped to him. The soft beeping of a heart monitor sounded in the background of the otherwise silent room. Noting Harvey's horrified expression that he had been unable to control, Ben offered reassurance. "He's in critical condition, but he's stable for now. I have to go check on another patient, but I'll be back later. If he wakes up, press the nurse call button and a nurse will make sure everything's okay."

Harvey didn't do sympathy, empathy, or anything that involved relating with others. But the little voice was back in Harvey's head. Just saying, since it's your fault he's in here, you should stay. Besides, if he stayed with Mike, that wouldn't mean he was becoming friendlier with him. It would just be making it easier to work on cases since Mike was right there! With that reasoning, Harvey replied, "Thanks Ben. I'll see you later."

With that, the doctor left the room leaving Harvey standing in front of the hospital bed. Moving closer, he caught a better glimpse of Mike. There was a bruise on his jaw, presumable from where he had hit the ground when he fainted. It was so strange to see him so still, when the younger man was usually full of attempts at a come back to something Harvey told him. Harvey was distracted from these thoughts when his cell rang, the beeping piercing the quiet atmosphere of the room. He flipped it open, not bothering to check the caller ID.

"Harvey Specter."

"I knew you cared, Harvey." It was Jessica.

"Very funny, Jessica."

"How's the kid doing?" He took another glance at Mike's still form, his body unable to breathe for himself.

Harvey considered telling her that Mike looked like shit and wasn't even awake right now, but he didn't want her to continue with the Harvey-has-feelings routine. "Fine."

"You sure? He's been looking bad all week."

"Look who's caring now?" Harvey flipped the phone shut with annoyance, then took a seat in a waiting plastic chair. It was going to be a long night…

Author's Note: So in the next chapter, Mike's going to wake up. In the mean time, what did you think of this chapter? Review and let me know!