Chapter 4

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Harvey finished filling out the papers twenty minutes, and he had a little over half an hour before Mike could be discharged. He watched Mike breath in and out, reminiscing on how close he'd come too close to losing the kid that reminded him so much of his younger brother. He smiled sadly as he placed his hand on Mike's; the kid was starting to grow on him and he hated that having Mike around was starting to make him care. Suddenly, Mike stirred and his hand slid out from underneath Harvey's, and then he quieted once more. He really hoped that Mike wasn't angry at him for letting him down.

"I'm sorry, kid," he whispered as he squeezed Mike's arm gently.

Once again, Mike shifted, but this time his eyes blinked open, looking around before the landed on Harvey.

"W-what are you sorry for?" Mike coughed.

"..."

"There was nothing you could have done, Harvey. It was my own fault that I went to Trevor's. You assumed I was at home, anyone would have thought that...including me if it had been you. Well, maybe not at home, but the office or maybe in bed with-"

"Okay, kid, I get it," chuckled Harvey.

"Just please don't blame yourself, you did nothing wrong."

Harvey looked at Mike for a moment then nodded. "Okay, Mike."

"Good. Now what was that thing you said to me earlier?"

"Harvey smirked as he remembered what had been said in the previous conversation.

"You're staying with me for a while until I know you're not gonna keel over and die again, and when I know for sure that Trevor is out of New York for good...and not because I care, so don't give me that look."

"Whatever," Mike yawned as he stretched, wincing when he jostled his stomach. Finally the nurse came into the room to collect the release forms and she smiled at Mike.

"Ready to go home, Mr. Ross?"

"I wouldn't exactly call it home," said Mike, glaring at Harvey, "But yeah, I am."

"Okay, then, I'll go file these papers and then I'll be back with a wheelchair so you can go."

"I don't need a wheelchair, I'll be fine without one," said Mike.

"Sorry, sir, it's hospital protocol. In the meantime, why don't you go and change."

"O-okay, I don't have-" but the nurse was already gone and Harvey was snickering at Mike complaining about a wheelchair.

"I don't have any-" Mike began saying to Harvey, but then Harvey held up a plastic bag with a sweatshirt and sweatpants inside it.

"Donna?" Mike guessed.

"Yep."

Mike took the bag and threw the covers off. He swung his legs over the bed and unsteadily got up. He would have taken a nose dive, landing face first on the cold tiled floor, if Harvey hadn't been right there to catch him.

"Careful. Take it slow," said Harvey as he helped Mike to the bathroom.

"I think I got it from here," smiled Mike and he walked slowly into the bathroom and shut the door. He took out the sweatpants and put them on under his gown. After sliding the gown off and to the floor, Mike gasped, seeing himself for the first time in the mirror. No wonder his body was so sore; black, yellow, and purple bruises scattered his stomach and chest. He gently pressed down on one spot with his fingers and instantly whimpered when the pain from that one area, shot through his whole body. Not wanting to see anymore of what Trevor had done to him, he quickly but carefully put on the sweatshirt. Trevor had betrayed him, broken his trust, and almost killed him and he was the one that pain the price. Mike sighed as he opened the door, leaving the bathroom.

"You ready?" Asked Harvey, standing up from the chair and fixing his suit.

Mike nodded even though he really didn't want to leave in a wheelchair. "Lets go."

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The car ride back was silent. Mike was looking sleepily out the window, his head leaning against it. But it seemed like he had a lot of things on his mind. Harvey occasionally looked over to his associate, trying to read his face, but it was, for once, impassive. All he could see was exhaustion.

"You okay, Mike?" Asked Harvey.

"Huh?" Said Mike, lifting his head off the window to look at Harvey. "Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just really tired."

"Come on, Mike, you know I read people for a living," said Harvey even though he couldn't read Mike at the time. He just wanted the kid to open up.

"It's just that...Trevor and I, we used to be such great friends. He would stick up for me when I was getting bullied, but now, when I saw those bruises I...I just couldn't believe he'd do that to me."

"Well, he's not your friend anymore. No friend does that to each other. He's just an anchor weighing you down. Don't think on it too much. Erase him from your memory."

"That's just it. I can't, I got an eidetic memory, remember?" Smiled Mike as he turned to face the window again.

Harvey smirked as he looked out his window. Five minutes later, they arrived at Harvey's condo. Harvey looked over to Mike, expecting the kid to have to door open by now, but instead he saw that he'd fallen asleep, his light snores filling the silent car.

"Are you all set, Mr. Specter?" Asked Ray as he opened the door.

"Just a second, Ray, I have to wake genius over there," Harvey reached over and placed a hand on Mike's shoulder and squeezed it.

"Mike...Michael, wake up."

Nothing.

"Hey kid! Wake up!" Yelled Harvey as he began to gently shake the associate. He was finally rewarded with a small groan.

"Leave m' alone. Jus' five m're minutes."

Harvey smiled sadly; the kid was exhausted, but in order to get him upstairs, he needed to wake him up. He leaned closer to Mike and thought of something that would surely wake him up.

"Louis is coming to tuck you in and snuggle with you, Mike," he whispered.

Mike's eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly, for a moment forgetting about his injury. When he realized where he was, he glared at Harvey as he unbuckled his seat belt.

"Sorry, kid, I had to get you upstairs somehow and I sure as hell wasn't going to carry you."

"Yeah and scaring me to death is gonna help."

"You're awake aren't you? Now come one, you're making Ray wait."

The two got out of the car and made their way to the elevator; fortunately for Mike, because every time he moved, it would disturbed the painful bruises. When they got to the elevator and begun the upward journey to Harvey's, Mike leaned heavily against the wall, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Almost there, kid," Harvey said sympathetically.

After what seemed like an eternity, the elevator bell dinged and the doors opened. When they got inside the condo, Mike went straight for the couch, seeing that was the comfiest thing in his vision. But he couldn't reach it, because Harvey gently took his arm and led him somewhere else.

"You're not sleeping on a crappy couch with those injuries. Take my bed."

"Are- you're joking right?" Scoffed Mike. When Harvey just looked at him with a serious expression, he knew he wasn't lying. "You're offering your bed? Well, that's very car-"

"Shut up, Mike and get some rest, will ya?" Said Harvey as he watched Mike sit on the bed and bring the covers up over him.

"Harvey?"

"What, Mike?"

"Thanks...um...for everything."

Harvey smirked and pat Mike on the back. "No problem. Just don't make a habit of getting yourself killed."

"You have my word, Cap'n," Mike saluted as he slowly laid back on the pillows. Immediately, he passed out from pain and exhaustion. Harvey shook his head as he shut the shades and turned off the lights. Mike was unbelievable. He left the room as he closed the door a little ways and went out into the living room. He took a deep breath and sat down on the couch. Caring was exhausting. He rubbed his face and closed his eyes. He wanted to stay awake in case Mike woke up, but he was dead tired. Maybe a little shut eye won't be so bad.

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He woke up to hear a muffled scream come out from the bedroom. The apartment was dark and Harvey mentally slapped himself for not leaving any lights on. But now back to the important thing. What was that noise coming from? He listened intently to see if he could hear it again.

"Trevor, stop! P-please stop!" He heard a weak voice whimper.

Trevor? What the- how did he get in?Harvey quickly turned on the lamp and saw that his door was kicked open and the bedroom door was now wide open. He shot off the couch and rushed to the bedroom. Trevor was warned and now he was going to get it. When he got inside, he saw Trevor standing over Mike, holding a pillow on his face.

"I actually felt bad for killing you, Mike, but you had to have your tough Boss threaten me? You're such a fucking wimp, Mike, you always were! Fight your own wars, Mike! You. Are. So.

Dead!" Trevor yelled as he pushed the pillow harder on Mike's face. Suddenly, Mike's arms stopped flailing and his whole body went still.

Harvey wasted no more time as he ran to Trevor and slammed him in the face as hard as he could; gladly, he knocked him out. That should keep him quiet for a while. Then he frantically stood up and took the pillow off of Mike. Dammit! Mike's face was so usually pale, his blue eyes shut tight, and his lips were ice blue. His mouth was still open, but no breath was coming out.

"Dammit, Mike! Only you!" Harvey yelled as he dragged Mike to the ground and began CPR.

"Don't do this, Mike! Breathe!" This was the second time Mike had died, but this time Harvey had to see it happen.

"Mike!"

Finally after three sets of 30 compressions and 6 breaths, Mike's body jerked and immediately the young associate began coughing and sputtering. Harvey sighed gratefully as he sat back on his heels. He kept an assuring hand on Mike's back, sitting him up and rubbing circles on it. As he did, he took out his phone and called one of his buddies on the force.

"Hey it's Harvey. I have a dirt-bag for you...My place...yeah, okay. See you in 10." He hung up as he patted Mike's back again.

"Mike can you hear me?" He called out.

"H-Har...Harvey? What's going on?" Coughing Mike.

"You've managed to get yourself killed...again."

"What? H-how?"

Harvey jerked his head over to the unconscious body by the bed.

"How did he get in here?"

"Must of followed us."

"Dammit, Trevor," Mike muttered to himself.

"You up for some questions? I'm having the police come and take him away, and you're going to have to tell them what happened."

Mike nodded as he laid back on the floor and put his arm over his eyes. Harvey gave a small smile as he left Mike's side and sat near Trevor in case he woke up. Twenty minutes later a still unconscious Trevor was dragged out in handcuffs by the police.

"Damn, Harvey! You knocked this guy out cold!" Said Officer Doug Johnson.

"He got what was coming to him," he said in a slight monotone, but still smiled.

"Is your boy gonna be okay? He looks like he's about ready to pass out," Johnson nodded over to Mike, who was still laying down, but talking to the other officer.

"He'll be fine, Doug. He's stubborn and I've trained my puppy well."

Doug chuckled, obviously knowing all about the puppy analogy.

"Well, we'll get this son of bitch out of your sight. Thanks for calling, and I hope your boy will be alright."

"Okay, thanks, Doug. I appreciate it." The two officers left, leaving Harvey and Mike alone once more.

"You gonna be okay, Mike? You look dead."

Mike took his hand off his eyes and frowned at him.

"Sorry. Poor choice of words," Harvey grinned.

Mike shook his head in disbelief, but answered. "Yeah. I'm just glad Trevor is gone."

"Me too. Come on, get up. You need to rest."

"But I'm not tired," Whined Mike.

"Would you rather go back to the hospital?"

"No, no, no. I'm good," Mike said as he shakily got up and stumbled back to the bed, his burning face hitting the cold pillow.

"Thanks Harvey...for saving my life. I owe you one," mumbled Mike, already growing sleepy.

"If you really want to "owe me one," then starting showing up to work on time for once.

"Consider it done," chuckled Mike.

"Mhmm. I'll believe it when I see it."

"Oh, one more thing."

"What?" Harvey said, growing annoyed.

"Thanks for caring," Mike smiled.

Harvey glared at him for a moment before he rolled his eyes and left the room.

"Good night, Mike!"

"Come on, just admit it already! I won't tell anyone!"

"..."

"Whatever," grumbled Mike as he closed his eyes. "I know you do. Someday you'll say it. Someday."

Harvey waited until he heard Mike's snores before he shook his head and smiled. Even though he did care for the kid, he would never admit it to him. He'd never live it down.

The End :)

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