The first thing Harvey noticed when he began to come to was steady beeping. Some sort of machine was chirping out a sturdy pattern, one that he was sure would be grating on his nerves if he wasn't so damn exhausted... The second thing Harvey noticed was an unusual feeling that seemed to weigh down on him ferociously. The feeling pulled all his senses to life, and shrunk them back into the shadows at the same time, hiding from that sensation. The feeling of being completely and utterly alone.

For a moment he didn't want to open his eyes. He was afraid of what he'd see. He was lying down – somewhat comfortably – so he must be... on his couch. Yes. It wasn't quite cushioned enough to be his bed; he must have fallen asleep on the couch. He lived alone, so this feeling shouldn't have felt so stabbing. It wouldn't be even the thousandth time he'd woken up alone in his apartment; and yet, the feeling was crushing.

He should probably be getting ready for work... Not that he knew what time it was... Was that beeping his alarm? Had he been sleeping through his alarm? His eyes shot open, and widened further if that were possible when he realized that he was most definitely not on his couch.

The ceiling was white – ok, normal enough – and it was dark – sure, maybe it was night time... – and the rest of the room was white and sterile and coated in shadow. This. Was not. His condo.

Looking down to pull the blankets off of him, he noticed what he was wearing. This... this is not what Harvey Specter wore. This was... this could have been the ugliest garb he'd ever seen. It was white with grey lines going vertically and horizontally all across the heinous surface. And the bed had rails. What, was he back in his childhood bed? No... No not at all... This was a hospital. He must be in a hospital.

His throat swelled with panic as he looked around, sitting up, he faintly heard the beeping pattern change but hardly noticed.

"Mr. Specter," a voice said calmly, and a hand reached out and touched his shoulder. He jumped back, alarmed, heart racing painfully in his chest. "Mr. Specter you need to calm down. Just relax. Everything's fine."

"Why am I here?" His voice was rough with sleep – how long had he been sleeping? – And cracked with anxiety.

"You had a heart attack, but you're going to be just fine as long as you relax. Take it easy, go back to sleep."

"I need to make a call."

"No you don't."

"I need-"

She cut him off. "What you need, Mr. Specter, is to rest. In case you didn't catch it the first time, you had a heart attack." Her voice wasn't harsh, it wasn't soothing either though as he realized he couldn't grab his phone out of his pocket – he didn't have any pockets. "You can make a call later, it's still early."

Early... "What time is it?"

"7:30 a.m" she responded calmly, helping him back down into the bed, tucking the blanket back around him.

"Please, my office is open, let me just call."

"Harvey," a new voice called, disapproving.

He turned his head, relief flooding him when his eyes met dark brown ones. "Jessica."

She walked over to him and sat down in the chair beside his bed. "You gave us quite a scare." She scolded, reaching over and lightly squeezing his hand.

"I'm sorry."

She nodded, smiling. "Care to tell me what's wrong?" He knew what she meant. They'd known each other long enough – and she'd broken into his apartment enough times – for her to know when something was bothering him. In this case, a something that had caused him to wind up in a hospital bed.

"I was fighting with Scotty." He murmured.

"And?" She asked. And? What did she mean 'and'? Did there have to be something else wrong with him? Did the whole world think that he – Harvey Specter – had become an emotional train wreck? Well... not that they wouldn't have made a good case about it... But he was not emotional, and he was not a train wreck.

"And?"

"Harvey," she spoke down as if he were a child lying about having a cookie before supper.

He sighed. "And Mike got a job offer, and this case was brutal, and Louis almost found out about Mike, and the office has been absolute shit lately with everyone trying to burn down our house and I almost burned it-" He stopped, unable to continue, unable to so much as find words to describe what he was feeling. He relaxed back into the bed, closing his eyes.

"I know," she whispered, rubbing her thumb across the back of his hand soothingly. He turned his head to look at her, letting himself feel that safety that he'd always felt when his boss had had his back. They were family. He looked up to her. She protected him. Even after everything they'd been through. His tears began to well up as the stress began to catch up with him again. "Things have been rough lately," she started, knowing he needed some kind of wisdom. "But it's getting better, and we're making a comeback. We're going to be stronger than ever, Harvey. It's you and me." He smiled, although it was a teary smile, and she began to tear up as well. "But if you ever scare me like that again, so help me I'll fire you on the spot." She chuckled, squeezing his hand tighter, he squeezed back.

"How long was I out?" He asked once he'd caught his breath.

"About a day and a half," she answered lightly. "I just send Mike to eat; he refused to go home at all. He's down in the cafeteria." She raised an eyebrow when he looked up at her questioningly. "You really underestimate him, don't you?" She tsked. "Harvey Specter, the best goddamn closer in New York, can't even figure out his own worth."

"Oh, I know what I'm worth," his old cockiness bubbling back to the surface. "I'm the best goddamn closer in New York."

She smiled down at him. "Yes you are, and we love you, Harvey." He stared at her, unblinking, filled with emotion. She let a tear slip – not caring anymore about staying strong for him, keeping up appearances.

"I grabbed you a co-" Mike.

Mike stopped dead in his tracks at the door when he saw his mentor awake. He collected himself, and then put the two coffees he was holding down on the nightstand and stood at the head of Harvey's bed.

"I'll give you two a minute," Jessica stated, taking one of the coffees and going out into the hall.

Mike didn't say anything. He didn't take his eyes off of his boss for a second as he slowly sat down into the now empty chair, frustrated with himself that he'd left just in time to not be there to welcome the man back to life.

"You look like shit." Harvey's attempt at breaking the tension was half appreciated by his disciple. Mike laughed shortly, leaning forward and hanging his head into his hands. Tentatively, Harvey reached his hand – the one with the white plug on his finger – to weakly pull Mike's hands away from his face. The boy's eyes were puffy, red with sadness. He stared at his knees. "Mike," Harvey breathed, tugging gently at his friend's wrist cuffs.

"I'm sorry," Mike said, covering his face again with one hand and grabbing onto Harvey's hand with the other. Harvey was lost for words, unable to comfort the younger man. "I should have known something was wrong. I should have helped you more, I should have-"

"Mike..." Harvey whispered, tugging on his hand again. Mike looked up into watery brown eyes. "Thank you." Mike didn't respond. "I don't know if I would have found the will to live if you weren't with me then."

Mike laughed without humor. "Dumb luck." Harvey's responding chuckle was genuine. Mike jumped up when he Harvey started moving around. Was he uncomfortable? Was he ok? Did he need help? No, Harvey was moving over in the bed, pulling himself up against the bars on the far side. Was he trying to get away from Mike? He tugged his hand again, eyes pleading and vulnerable, and Mike knew what he wanted. Letting out a breath, he stole himself quickly and slipping into the bed beside Harvey, moving beneath the wires, and slid his arm beneath his boss. Harvey curled his arm up so the he was once again clutching onto Mike's hand, and Mike wrapped his other arm down to curl around the man's shoulder. "Get some rest." He muttered, commanding in his tone that Harvey couldn't help but laugh at. He complied, giving one last squeeze to his associate's hand, and turning his face to rest on Mike's shoulder, he closed his eyes, falling asleep instantly.

A/N: Hope you liked it, a little fluffy, but the plot will continue! (: Review please? (:o I'd love to know what you think so far. :3