Author's Note: Enjoy this chapter! I tried to make it longer than I usually do :) Also, I wanted to thank everyone for reviewing; it means a lot to me.

By 10:00 in the morning, Harvey had reached Pearson and Hardman. While in the elevator, he couldn't help noticing the sympathetic glances people were giving him while they thought he wasn't looking. He wondered why until he caught a glimpse of his appearance in the restroom mirror.

Harvey looked like hell. His face was exhausted, showing the lack of restful sleep from the previous night. And his suit….his poor suit was rumpled and creased. He stared in disbelief at his appearance before snapping out of it and making his way to Jessica's office. He was acutely aware of the stares and snickers, but he maintained his confident strut and ignored everyone else. Of course, Louis had picked the worst time to be in Jessica's office. Harvey pretended not to see his open smirking since he was just too tired to deal with that right now.

"The file, Jessica?" he requested, acting like everything was normal and his associate was not currently hooked up to a ventilator in the ICU. The woman wordlessly handed him the folder, taking in his appearance. "Harvey, are you sure everything's alright with Mike?" Louis took a step closer to listen in. Harvey glared at him before answering, "Yes, of course, I've got everything under control."

Louis was about to respond, but Jessica beat him to it. "Louis, I'll get back to you in a few minutes. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to have a word with Harvey here." He left the room sulking like a disappointed child, leaving just Jessica and Harvey in the room.

"Harvey, if you need to take a few days off, you can…"

"Jessica, I appreciate the concern, but really, everything's fine." Harvey just wanted to get away from her scrutinizing eye.

"How soon will Michael be out of the hospital?"

"I'm not sure…it depends." Yeah right, at the state he's in, Mike will be lucky if he's out by a week!

"Harvey, come on. How bad is he…really?"

"He's on a ventilator, Jessica. Severe pneumonia, his lungs aren't working…they can't get his fever down."

Jessica looked at him with a look that actually resembled pity. "Harvey, give me back that file." Her voice was firm and authoritative.

He looked at her in confusion. "You called me here from the hospital to give me that case."

"Look, you may not want to admit it, but you care. And right now, you're in no shape to properly handle this case. I'm sorry Harvey, but I'm not letting you take any more cases until Mike's not sick."

Harvey stayed silent, face unreadable. He had thought he was doing a good job of not caring, but apparently he hadn't done as well of a job as he thought.

"Jessica…"

"No Harvey, my word is final. I'm assuming your going back to the hospital, right?"

Harvey just nodded.

"Well you're sharing the car with me. I'm coming to pay Michael a visit too."

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Jessica and Harvey made their way through the hospital to Mike's room in silence. When they arrived at the door, Harvey opened the door for Jessica while she stepped inside.

Mike was still asleep, not looking any better than he had when Harvey left earlier that morning. The many monitors beeped softly in the background. Harvey watched Jessica take in the wires and tubes, and finally the ventilator.

"He looks pretty bad," observed Jessica.

That only made Harvey feel even guiltier.

There was silence for a minute, before Jessica spoke again.

"You know you're going to have to apologize to him, right?"

Harvey's instincts told him that he should fire back with a retort about how that wasn't true…but he couldn't bring himself to. If Harvey had let Mike take some days off instead of pressing him with even more work, Mike would never have passed out in exhaustion that night in Pearson and Hardman.

"I…I know."

Jessica looked at him with surprise.

"Do you?" Harvey could tell she was expecting him to argue.

"Okay, I'll admit it! If I hadn't noticed how bad it was, then he wouldn't have gotten this sick." Harvey's voice had risen to above their whispering, causing Mike to stir slightly. His eyes fluttered open as he regained consciousness. Mike's head turned slightly as he came to full awareness. It was only then that he seemed to notice the ventilator. The panic overtook Mike swiftly as his hands desperately flew to his throat. His whole body began trembling as he realized that he couldn't speak, could barely swallow….

Harvey and Jessica rose in concern simultaneously.

"Hey kid, calm down," muttered Harvey, trying to soothe Mike.

It didn't work. Mike's panic attack continued as the heart monitor began to beep shrilly.

"Mike, it's okay, you're alright." Concerned, Harvey put a hand on Mike's shoulder.

Gradually, the younger man calmed, with Jessica and Harvey standing close by.

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Mike awoke to a raised voice, one that sounded familiar. Harvey? He managed to open his eyes, the drugs causing his vision to be blurry. He saw Harvey standing at his bed, and turned his head to see better.

He tried to talk, and realized that he couldn't.

He tried to swallow, and realized that he couldn't.

Mike began to panic, unable to control his movements or voice. Fear gripped him and his body trembled and shook.

Far off in the distance, he could hear Harvey speaking to him. "Hey kid, calm down." A hand gripped his shoulder while Harvey continued to speak. "Mike, it's okay, you're alright."

Slowly, Mike began to calm down. He regained control of his gasping and relaxed back into the pillows. It was only then when he saw Jessica. Oh shit.

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Harvey could see Mike's eyes widen slightly as he noticed that Jessica was standing in the room.

"Looks like someone's going to be taking a few days off from work," said Jessica.

Mike looked confused for a second, then began to look fearful again. No, I can't be getting fired!

Jessica appeared to have read his mind. "Don't worry, I'm not firing you Mike. Just take some rest, okay?"

Mike weakly nodded, eyes slipping shut again as he drifted away on an exhausted, drug induced sleep.

"Harvey, I need to get back to the office. You take your time, but remember, you admitted to me you were at fault." Without waiting for a reply, Jessica left the room, heels clicking on the tile floor as she strode purposefully out.

Harvey wearily sank into a chair. "God, I need a coffee."

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