Chapter 3

Trevor was going to be dead. He was going to kill him and he was going to burn in hell when Harvey was done with him. Harvey searched the hallways, knowing that Trevor wouldn't leave without seeing Mike. The hallways were void of Trevor, but then Harvey went to one place he hadn't looked yet: the bathroom. He walked to the bathroom closet to the emergency room that he'd seen Trevor in and sure enough, the bastard was standing over the sink, splashing water over his face.

"What the hell did you do to him?" Harvey growled.

Trevor jumped and looked at him, water dripping down his colorless face.

"Who are you?"

"Doesn't matter. I asked you a question. What. Did. You. Do. To. Mike?"

"I swear I didn't me-" but before he could finish, Harvey came at him and grabbed his shirt, slamming backwards against the wall.

"Tell me."

"I- I didn't mean to hurt him, I just lost control, I swear! It was an accident!"

Harvey stared at him with dark eyes. He really wanted to kill this kid, but that would result in him getting arrested and that would mean he wouldn't get to see Mike. He moved his face closer to Trevor so they were nose and nose.

"If I see you anywhere near Mike again, I will have you arrested; and even though you may deal drugs and look all tough, some people in prison may fancy a little dick like you." Harvey growled as he released Trevor. "Get the hell out of New York and never show your face around here again."

Trevor nodded frantically as he bolted out of the bathroom and exited the hospital. Harvey sighed deeply as he looked in the mirror, fixing his rumpled suit and disheveled hair before he made his way back to Mike's room. The only reason he did that was that he needed an associate that was danger-prone and healthy so he didn't have to hire another one. He was just having a hard time convincing himself that. Damn you Mike. Mike reminded him a lot like his brother and Mike was really beginning to grow on him. So much for his reputation. He walked back in the hospital room and saw Donna sitting closer to Mike, holding his hand tightly as she ran her fingers through his curly blonde hair. He smirked at the mothering secretary as he walked over and sat down.

"Listen kid, I don't know if you can hear me or not, but you need to wake up. I don't want to have to break in a new associate, because you died."

Donna rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Don't listen to him, Mike, hes just afraid that if he admits that he cares someone will hear him. What he really means that he was worried sick about you and that you need to wake up so we can know that you're okay."

Nothing. Well they had all day and they weren't going anywhere. After a couple hours, Donna left, knowing that Mike was probably going to be at Harvey's place for a while. Harvey smiled when he knew where she was going. There was no way in hell that he was going to leave Mike alone until he knew Trevor was out of New York.

After another hour, Harvey began filling out Mike's release forms, when he heard a small sound come from the bed that Mike was occupying. He put the papers down and moved closer to his associate. Mike stirred slightly, groaning and coughing as he did.

"Easy, kid," assured Harvey as he placed a hand on Mike's shoulder gently.

Mike's hand went up to his face, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion, but suddenly wincing when he brushed the fresh bruise on his face. He, finally, slowly opened his eyes, resulting in blurry images of machines, walls, and...Harvey? What was he doing here? Where is 'here' anyways? He looked around and realized: a hospital. He tried to sit up so he could ask questions, but pain suddenly exploded in his abdomen, causing him to whimper slightly.

"It's alright, Mike, take it easy. There's no rush."

"Harvey? What- what happened?" Rasped Mike.

"Aren't you supposed to have an eidetic memory?"

Mike gave a small smile and he rolled his eyes at him. Harvey looked at Mike for a moment then sighed. "You really don't remember, do you?"

Mike shook his head as he wiped a hand down his face, careful if his injury.

"Trevor?" Said Harvey, hoping the name would jog Mike's memory.

Thankfully, Mike's blue eyes grew wide as the memories came rushing back to him; Jenny, the fight, his ex-best friend kicking the living shit out of him. That's why his stomach hurt so much.

"So- so how did I end up here?"

"Apparently after tried to strangle you with his arm," Harvey began as Mike reached up to his neck numbly to feel where Trevor's arm had been. "You stopped...breathing and he was smart enough to come to his senses and call an ambulance."

"I thought for sure he probably leave me for dead," chuckled Mike humorlessly.

"What the hell happened?" Asked Harvey.

"I- I remember I went to go talk to Trevor...about his dealing problem and Jenny. I told him that I could help him out and he got angry, assuming that I was better than him. When I said I was, he shoved me, so I did the same to him." Mike sighed and then continued. "We pushed each other around and then he slammed me into a pillar. That's probably where this face bruise came from. I was getting really pissed, so I went at him, but he ducked my swing and he punched me in the stomach. He knocked the wind right out of me and when I was on the ground, he...he kicked me a couple times. T-that's all I remember."

During Mike's recapitulation, Harvey gritted his teeth, and was glad Trevor had left or he would of went back to find him and kill him.

"I hope to god that you are cutting that dick off."

"Don't worry. Me and him are done. I just- I can't believe he tried to kill me."

"Don't think on it. I'm just glad your okay."

Mike nodded, but then he looked up at Harvey, his brows furrowed.

"What's that? Harvey Specter, Mr. I- don't- give- a- crap, was worried about me?"

Harvey smirked as he rolled his eyes. "No I was simply just worried that I would have to hire another Harvard clone.

"Sure," smiled Mike.

Harvey punched the kid playfully on the shoulder as he smiled. Suddenly, Donna came strolling in, and when she noticed Mike was awake, she ran over and gave him a hug.

"Oh, Mike, we were so worried about you!"

Mike noticed the 'we' in the sentence and grinned at Harvey over Donna's shoulder. Harvey shook his head and waited for Donna to release his associate. When Donna pulled back, she gently punched Mike in the shoulder, but hard enough for him to wince.

"Ah! What was that for?" He groaned.

"For scaring me. Don't ever do that again."

"Aye, aye- whoa," Mike weakly saluted but swayed when he felt a wave of sudden exhaustion wash over him.

"Slow down, genius," Harvey said as he pushed Mike back on the pillow. "You won't be leaving for another hour, so get some rest."

"O-okay," yawned Mike as his eyes began to grow heavy.

"Oh, by the way, your staying at my place until you're better. I don't want you dying again or Trevor coming to your apartment for another WWE match." Smirked Harvey as Donna pushed him gently.

Mike laughed slightly, but then realized what Harvey just said. His place? I'm perfectly fine by myself, thank you very much. Mike was about to argue, but he found it impossible as his fatigue got the best of him and he fell back asleep.

"You didn't have to scare him like that right before he went to sleep. Now he's going to have nightmares, Harvey." Donna scolded.

"What? It's not like I'm going to torture the kid," Harvey grinned as he looked from Donna and back to Mike.

"Well, I'm going to finish up at work, oh, and Harvey?"

"Be nice."

"Why wouldn't I be?" Harvey said innocently.

Donna smiled as she headed for the door. "By the way, Mike's not going anywhere until you finish these release papers, you can't just push them onto the kid this time."

Harvey laughed sarcastically as he got up and brought the paper over to where he was currently sitting. Very funny, Donna.

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