Author's Note: Not much to say this time :D Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Previously: Harvey flipped the phone shut with annoyance, then took a seat in a waiting plastic chair. It was going to be a long night…
It had indeed, been a long night, which turned into early day. By 12:30 in the morning, Harvey had managed to fall asleep in the uncomfortable hospital chair next to Mike's bed. The younger man had stayed still and quiet the whole time, so when Harvey woke up at 7:30am, he stepped outside to grab a coffee and make some phone calls.
By the time Harvey returned, Mike was shifting in the bed, mumbling in his sleep. He set his coffee cup down on the table next to the bed, taking a seat.
"Mike, can you hear me?" His eyes fluttered open for a fraction of a second, then closed again.
"Hey, wake up."
For the second time, Mike opened his eyes, and this time he stayed like that. His face looked pale and drawn, slightly flushed with fever. He tried to speak around the tube, but Harvey stopped him. "No talking yet." Remembering what the doctor said, Harvey reached over and pressed the nurse-call button. "The doctor will be here to check on you soon." Now that there was nothing left to say, Harvey sat in the awkward silence, fiddling with his phone to pass the time. Mike stared at the ceiling, occasionally starting to fall asleep but stopping abruptly when Harvey warned him not to.
Finally, Ben appeared in the doorway, greeting Harvey then turning his attention to Mike. Ben checked the assortment of wires and monitors surrounding him, then stood with a smile.
"Everything looks normal, Mr. Ross. However, I'm afraid we're going to need to leave in the ventilator for a little longer. The only reason for concern right now is your fever, but that should go down with time. If you have any trouble, just press the call button." With that, Mike could stay awake no longer and drifted back into a half drug-induced, half exhausted sleep.
Harvey rose as the doctor prepared to leave. "Thanks, Ben."
"It's no trouble. For now, just let him rest because it's very important that we get his fever down. I didn't want to worry Mr. Ross too much, but his temperature is much too high."
"Is there anything you can do about it?"
"We've administered the right medication, so the only thing we can do is wait right now. The only thing that may make him more comfortable is a cold washcloth on his forehead, so you can try that if he wakes up." Just then, the intercom sounded an announcement. "Ben Campbell, please report to the front desk. Thank you."
"I'd better get going," said Ben apologetically. "I'll talk to you later, Harvey."
"Take care."
With that, Ben left the room, leaving Harvey with nothing to do, once again. As if reading his mind, Harvey's phone started ringing. He quickly answered it so as not to wake Mike, and stepped outside to answer.
"Good morning, Jessica."
"Hello, Harvey. How's Michael?"
"Asleep."
"Alright. I have a new case for you, so do you think you can come pick up the file now?"
Harvey peered in the hospital room to check on Mike. The younger man's head lay tilted on the pillow, making him appear even younger than he already was. Harvey felt a pang of guilt for leaving, but figured he'd be back before Mike woke up again.
"Sure, I'll see you soon." With that, Harvey called Ray to pick him up from the hospital. Though he wouldn't have admitted this if he was being held at gunpoint, Harvey couldn't help but feeling bad for Mike, weak and sick, and now left alone at the hospital. Way to go Specter, and you still haven't even apologized to the kid for not letting him take a sick leave. There was no way around it: the voice was right.
Harvey Specter, best closer in New York City, was going to have to say sorry.
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