The fact that the Pearson Specter team was now sharing the waiting room with Trevor, undoubtedly added a level of awkward to the already strained atmosphere.
The wait seemed endless and a barrage of phone calls was beginning to wear Jessica down.
"You should get back to the office," Harvey said after the 30th ring.
"It's after hours," she argued. But it was a weak argument. She knew that she had to leave.
The group had been there all night and once 5am rolled around, the chirpy dings and humming vibrations began. They hadn't even wrapped up their work the day before, so there was doubly more to do today.
"We can't leave our client's waiting," Harvey said coolly, his head cocked towards his fellow partner.
There was no denying that she should leave. Someone had to take care of the firm. The world didn't care that the bloodstain was still fresh on her office floor.
"You're right Harvey," she said, standing. "Louis, I'll need you to come back to the office with me. You too Scottie."
The brunette glanced at Harvey whose gaze was distant and apathetic. He didn't want her here anyway, so why stay?
She nodded, stood, and gathered her things, following Louis and Jessica to the door.
"As soon as you hear anything..," Jessica said, turning just before she reached the door frame.
"…Of course. We'll let you know," Donna answered.
Jessica gave a slight nod and led the other two lawyers out of the room.
Now it was just Harvey, Donna and Trevor.
For about fifteen minutes they sat there in continued silence, listening to the shuffling feet of doctors and nurses passing by in the hallway. Then Trevor spoke. He sounded ragged, drained, exhausted.
"You guys should go get something to eat or a coffee at least."
Once the words were spoken, Donna looked over at Harvey to gauge his reaction, but there was none. Then she looked back at the man in the two thousand dollar suit. "Coffee does sound good," she conceded.
She patted Harvey's wrist. "C'mon, let's get something to eat."
But Harvey didn't move. His expression resembled that of a child's whose mother just told him that he'd be attending summer school.
"We won't be gone more than ten minutes, I promise," she said, wearing him down. As if on cue, Harvey's stomach growled. It was embarrassingly loud and just the ammunition Donna needed to shoot him the 'you know I'm right, now get up' look. So he did.
They left the crowded space and walked down the hall in silence, following the sea foam green signs that pointed in various directions, indicating the location of the distant cafeteria.
It was hard to eat. Hard to drink. The very act of bringing food up to his mouth made Harvey a little queasy. But he forced the blueberry muffin past his lips and drowned each bite with a thick gulp of rich black coffee that tasted more like tar.
Outside the rectangular windows that lined the cafeteria – the sun was rising. The city bustled beneath the building, and there were even people in the cafeteria smiling. It felt so odd. So off. Like the world should be more still, more quiet, more respectful of the fact that life was crumbling inside these cinderblock walls.
Donna was right, they weren't gone but ten minutes. Once they'd finished eating, they walked briskly back to the waiting room, but when they reached it, Trevor wasn't there. Instead, there was a bright white note on the seat where he had sat – his bag still lent against the leg of the chair.
Harvey rushed towards the note and snapped it up off the chair.
"Nurse came. Mike's awake. Room 642." Harvey read it aloud and then promptly followed the words with a piercing glare in Donna's direction.
"Hey, don't be mad at me!" she said. "We're human, we need to eat."
Harvey just sighed and practically pushed past Donna.
"God, it's such a relief to see you awake and all right," Trevor said, walking slowly up to Mike's bedside, sighing heavily.
Make gave a weak smile. All of the spark in his blue eyes was gone, but at least they were open. At least he was alive.
"Trevor," he said with a hint of surprise.
His estranged friend looked tired. Heavy bangs hung under his warm eyes and he was nervously biting his bottom lip. The suit he wore was all crinkled and creased.
"Surprised to see me?" Trevor asked.
"Yeah," Mike said honestly. His head was a haze of warm drugs and jumbled thoughts. There was no point in lying.
"You shouldn't be," Trevor said. "I know we didn't leave off on good terms," he said, running his hand through his hair, "but Mike…we're family."
Now his hands were nervously playing with the blanket on Mike's bed; his fingers swirling imaginary patterns in the starchy fabric.
Seeing him lying in that bed, pale and exposed beneath fluorescent lights made Trevor's heart hurt.
"You could have died…" he whispered, tears gathering behind his voice.
"But I didn't," Mike said, trying to be upbeat.
Trevor laughed and Mike noticed that there were more wrinkles gathered at the corners of his friend's eyes than he remembered.
A tear slipped out and slid down Trevor's face. He took a sharp breath in and came even closer to Mike. "The thought of losing you Mike…" he started, but a thick lump formed in his burning throat.
"You didn't lose me," Mike offered.
"Yes…I did," Trevor answered. "I lost your friendship," two more tears tumbled down his face. "And this situation…it showed me…how fucking stupid I was. To have ever put you in danger, to have ever gotten you involved in my "business," to push you away over Jenny and try to hurt your career when it's all you've wanted your entire life. I'm so sorry Mike."
He shook his downward head and knitted his eyebrows together. "I'm an asshole Mike," he looked back up at his friend. "That's why I need you," he lifted his right hand and tentatively rested it gently on the top of Mike's head. "Because you make me a better person."
The blonde hair was greasy but soft beneath his fingers. The lawyer's scalp felt warm and his smile blossomed as he recognized the sincerity in Trevor's face. The relief in his friend's voice was palpable.
Ever since they had their falling out, Mike had done his very best to put Trevor completely out of his mind. He focused on Rachel and work and when something would remind him of Trevor, he'd push it down and let the hurt fuel him later.
Seeing him now was like opening an old wound, but instead of rubbing salt into it, Trevor was rubbing aloe into it.
Mike let out a breath of relief and drifted his head further into Trevor's hand as a token of acceptance. The man was lazily working his fingers into Mike's scalp like a massage and slowly he brought his head down to kiss Mike on the forehead. The kiss lingered for a moment or two and then Trevor rested his forehead against Mike's.
Neither of them heard the door open. It took Donna politely clearing her throat to alert Trevor that there was an audience.
Trevor abruptly removed himself from Mike and took a step back.
It was innocent enough right? A kiss on the forehead, a hand on the head. Yet…something about it made Harvey's stomach ache. His throat was a knot and his face felt hot.
"Donna, Harvey!" Mike said, turning his attention toward the newcomers. There it was – the spark in his eyes, the life in his (albeit weak) voice. Mike grinned from ear to ear.