Remember Me in the Morning

"Mike?"

He stirred on the bed, eyelids fluttering slightly as his head found a new comfortable position. He looked so small, so fragile. There in his hospital garbs with tubes in his arm and oxygen strapped across his face, he looked like the personification of Harvey's worst nightmares.

"Mikey, open your eyes."

This time, he managed to get them open, and she stared uncomfortably around the room, squinting against the florescent hospital lights. Harvey was leaning against the rail of his bed, eyes stained red from a mix of exhaustion and a couple of day's worth of tears.

"You with me?"

Mike watched him for a moment, trying to wrap his head around things. Speaking of his head... man, did that hurt. He groaned and shut his eyes tight against the frighteningly painful crushed feeling his skull had adopted. The clacking of shoes on the floor rung through his ears, stinging the backs of his eyes as the nurse approached the bed.

"Mr Ross, how are you feeling?" She asked in a sweet voice. She seemed elderly, with greying hair and rectangle glasses that hung down her shirt like a necklace. Idly, she flipped through his charts, patient for a response.

"My head..." He managed to gasp out; voice not yet working completely after sleeping for so long.

"I'll get you some painkiller in just a moment, but I'd like to talk to you before we dope you up." Her easygoing charm did wonders for his nerves, but it did little to grab his attention away from his splitting headache. "Do you remember what happened to you?"

He stopped himself from shaking his head just as he began, grimacing against the horrid sensation of his brain trying to escape through his ears. What had happened?

"Ok, well we'll ask again once you've slept a bit more." She hooked up a baggy to the stand beside his bed and connected the tube hanging from it to the needle in his arm. "Call me if you need anything. The doctor will be in soon to answer your questions." She smiled pleasantly at the two men before leaving the room with an out of place hop in her step.

"I got caught, didn't I?" Mike asked suddenly, pulling Harvey out of the dangerous thoughts he'd sunken into.

He'd been quiet, hiding in the background, unsure of how Mike would react to seeing him. Today should have been there wedding day, but there they were, stuck in the hospital because Harvey had lost his temper. He hated himself. "No, Mikey, you didn't." He soothed, pulling his chair closer to the bed as quietly as he could.

"Are you my lawyer?" He was trying to hide the emotions on his face, schooling his features into a sturdy mask.

Harvey chuckled. "Of course, what action were you looking to take?" He was happy for a moment, at Mike's lighthearted question, but the happiness quickly made way for concern when the kid seemed to be completely serious as he thought.

"Well, do we know what happened?"

"What?"

"Why am I here?"

Harvey reached out a hand to tangle his fingers with Mike's, wary of the situation. His heart thrummed painfully against his chest when Mike pulled away and folded both his hands neatly on his torso, linking his fingers together to fend off intruding contact.

"You don't remember anything?"

"I don't think so. Last I remember I was sitting at home, getting ready for the big day."

Harvey nodded, solemn. "That day was supposed to be today."

"I know."

"You do?"

"Yeah. How do you know that?"

Harvey didn't have time to answer. Trevor was walking into the room, trailed by a flustered looking Donna, and carrying a get well soon balloon. "Morning, sleeping beauty." He teased, setting the balloon down and making a grab for Mike's hand, which was given up with a bright smile. "Gave us quiet the scare, you know that?"

"Sorry," Mike muttered, tugging Trevor's hand until he was bent over the bed with him, forehead resting against Mike's shoulder. "Trevor, the deal?"

"The deal?"

"Yeah, how'd it go?"

Trevor lifted his head up to stare down at the worried face beneath him. His eyes were giving away much too much of his emotions. "What deal?" He asked.

Mike raised his eyebrows suggestively and whispered, "The weed, moron."

Trevor could help the laugh that escaped his lips. "Mikey, I'm done with that." He smiled sadly, bending to kiss his cheek. Mike sighed and moved towards the contact.

"Good. I'm proud of you." He smiled as his eyes closed and sleep overtook him again.

When Mike awoke again, it was darker in the room. There were more people than he'd expected around his bed, and he couldn't place any of them – except for his boyfriend beside him.

"The doctor's on his way." A woman at the foot of his bed told him. She looked tired, like she'd been dealing with the horrors of a hospital all day and just wanted to be done with it all. That confused him. Who were all these people and why were they watching him?

"Mr Ross," an attractive blonde greeted as she walked through the door to his room. Her lab coat, clipboard, and stethoscope told him that she was the doctor. "I'm Dr Adams," she confirmed, peeling back a bandage on his head to inspect it. "You seem to be healing up fine," she began, taping the gauze back down. "But how do you feel?"

"Like I got hit by a train." He turned, looking for Trevor who stepped up quickly to stand by his head, offering out a hand.

"I wouldn't doubt that," she chuckled. "You fractured your skull, and had some pretty hefty blood loss. We almost thought you'd slip into a coma." She fidgeted around with his medicine bags, and pulled her stethoscope around to listen through. "You were out for two and a half days." She informed, pressing the cold metal onto his chest and commanding, "Breathe in." He did as he was told, and clutched onto Trevor's hand tighter. "We've got you on some heavy painkillers for now – breathe in – but we're going to wean you onto something lighter probably in the next day or two. Breathe." When she finished listening to his chest, she put the tool back around her neck. "Now tell me, do you remember what happened?"

"No, nothing." He frowned, shifting closer to Trevor, who returned the sentiment with a soothing rub of his thumb across Mike's knuckles.

"What is the last thing you do remember?"

He blushed, glancing quickly up to Trevor's curious stare and then down at his sheets. "I was fighting with Trevor, but we worked it out and went to bed." His blush deepened, hoping Trevor would say something before he accidentally slipped that they'd been fighting over a drug deal of all things.

The doctor glanced down at her sheet with a pensive look, tapping the end of her pen against her chin. "And what day was that, Mr Ross?"

"Tuesday."

"Full date, please?"

"August 11, 2011."

She nodded, lowering her clipboard. "It would appear, Mr Ross, that you have quite the gap in your memory." Her professional expression did nothing for his nerves the way the nurse's had. His stomach clenched violently. "Quite a few years, to be more exact."

He felt himself flush and he gripped Trevor tighter. "Will it come back?" Was all he could think to ask. He was trying hard to keep his breathing calm, lest he start hyperventilating.

"We'll have to see. Unfortunately, amnesia isn't something we have all the answers to. Each patient is unique in this way."

"How long until we know?" A clipped, masculine voice from the other side of the bed asked. It was the lawyer – who now that Mike gave him a proper look over, looked absolutely wrecked. His suit was a mess, his hair looked like it had been run through with his fingers multiple times, and he looked as if he hadn't shaved in days. Worse of all, was the paled skin and dark circles under his stone cold eyes.

"It could be as little as a few days or as long as fifty years or more, Mr Specter, I really can't say."

The room was silent then, everyone lost in their own thoughts. The doctor was speaking more, but Mike wasn't listening. He was clutching to his boyfriend's hand as if it were a lifeline.

"Visiting hours are ending though, so please start saying your goodbyes until the morning." And with that she left.

The redhead at the end of the bed seemed to not know what she was supposed to do next. With a badly composed expression, she walked up beside Trevor, and placed her hand over Mike's bicep. "Mike, I'm Donna," she offered, her eyes pained and smile tight. "We've been friends for three years."

Yes, he could believe that. He smiled somewhat apologetically, but it was genuine all the same. "Donna, it's a pleasure to meet you. Again." He smirked, and she cocked an eyebrow at him before giving his arm a squeeze and stepping back.

"You actually only met me a week ago." Another man chuckled, though his expression was grave. "I'm Marcus."

"Hi, Marcus." Mike tried to keep his smile intact, but he could feel dread beginning to consume him. "We'll be back in the morning."

"Yeah, Mikey," Trevor bent down to kiss his forehead. "We'll answer all of your questions then."

Mike's eyes went suddenly wide. "Wait, you're leaving?" He choked out, panic engulfing him and taking over the dread that had set in.

"I'll be back first thing, I promise." He kissed him again, nipping at his ear as he did. "They won't let me stay. I'm not family."

Mike's heart was pounding hard in his chest now. It wasn't that he was afraid to be alone; he just really needed to not be alone right now.

"Harvey will be here, Mike." Donna said quietly, pointing to the lawyer. "He's your medical proxy. He's allowed to stay."

Mike's eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "Someone get the doctor then, I'll appoint a new one." Trevor chuckled, but the rest of the room stiffened and tension took over. Mike swallowed.

"Tomorrow." The lawyer said, speaking up coolly.

Trevor gave one last kiss, to his lips this time – which Mike refused to release him from until his boyfriend was laughing and detangling fingers from his hair – and the group left. He was alone with Harvey.

"I'm not going to try to freak you out with any big details about your life," Harvey commented through the silence. Mike had been turned away from him, trying to pull himself together but not being able to take his eyes away from where Trevor had disappeared. "But are there any questions you want to ask?"

There was something in his voice, Mike couldn't tell what, but it made him want to stop listening. Whatever emotion he could hear from the other man was doing strange things to his insides. "No, sorry, I just... I want to go to sleep." He kept his eyes fixed on the door, taking deep breaths.

"Do you want me to go?"

Mike bit his lip, trying to stop the quivering. "How did we meet?" He choked out, voice cracking under the not so easily suppressed emotion.

He heard Harvey sighed beside him, and the chair creaked as the man leaned forward, head hidden in his hands as his fingers tugged the already messy hair into further disarray. "You work for me, we're very close. Did you want the details of that tonight?" He didn't know whether or not he wanted Mike to know about him or not. He was so afraid for him to run off scared, but he needed him to want to crawl into his arms all the same.

"No... No, please. Not tonight." He breathed, relaxing his head into a more natural position and closing his eyes. "I'm really tired."

"Ok, I'll be right here if you need – if you need anything."

SUITS

The next few days were mostly filled with Trevor filling him in on everything he'd missed in sports, on television, and in the entertainment business in general. Marcus had left – he had a wife and daughter to take home on a plane – and Harvey and Donna had been mostly silent. If Mike really tried, he could forget they were there.

"Mr Ross," Dr Adams smiled easily as she walked up to the bed. "Your papers are ready, you're free to go." She checked beneath his bandages one more time before instructing a passing nurse to change them. "I just want to make sure you know who you're staying with?"

"He should stay with Harvey." Donna jumped in quickly, startling Mike.

"No, he should stay with me." Trevor growled, pulling Mike up to sit at the side of the bed so that he was facing him. "He has no idea who you are."

The doctor looked ill at ease and stared down at the clipboard once more. "Because of Mike's relation to Mr Specter, I would normally suggest that he stays with him. It would definitely benefit his situation with the amnesia... But since he doesn't know you, Mr Specter, and he does know you, Mr Evans, I would be fine with releasing him into your care."

Harvey and Donna became so tense the air was thick with it. They knew what was coming.

"I'll take him home." Trevor nodded sternly, helping Mike into a t-shirt.

When Mike didn't object, the doctor handed over the paperwork for Trevor to sign, and was off.

A/N: Oh no! You guys! What's going to happen?! This is just horrible!