"Mike's POV
It feels like I can hear everything, but my eyelids are so heavy I can't bring myself to lift them. I can feel everything too. I can feel my stomach churning, my throat burning, my head pounding, and my body aching. I wish I could't feel anything. I heard a voice. Donna's voice, and it said, "Harvey, you need to come back. The kid doesn't look good." I had to force my eyes open. I couldn't let Harvey see me like this. It must of taken longer than I thought to open my eyes because when I opened them Donna was absentmindedly stroking my hair, while Harvey was wiping sweat off of me.
Donna looked concerned, and Harvey look downright angry but if you looked really closely you could see a hint of concern. I don't think they noticed I was awake because Donna took her hand off my head and she and Harvey went outside to talk. I decided that this would be a good time to try to get up and collect myself and lie through my teeth to try to convince then that I'm fine. They came back inside and they rushed over to me, I think I was to overwhelmed and moved way to quickly because my stomach lurched once again. I couldn't bring myself to speak yet, so its a good think Harvey can read people because within seconds, his trash-can was under my face. I didn't understand how I could throw up when I had not eaten. Harvey and Donna grimaced but they both rubbed circles on my back. I felt like dying, I haven't felt this bad since I was 11 and I had the stomach flu. Grammy used to sing until I fell asleep, but now I'm with co-workers. Its just not the same. I felt the tears roll down my cheeks and I felt instantly embarrased. I felt Harvey wipe them off my face and say, " It OK, Mike" That made me feel better, but I was just taken aback because I have never heard Harvey's voice so soft.
Harveys POV
The kid looked so broken. I just wanted to hug him and make him stop crying. Wait. I'm Harvey Specter, I don't care about other people. The kid must have been feeling bad all day, and I didn't even notice. After he lost his lunch in my trash he got up and started walking around trying to convince me that he was fine. This kid needs to learn how to lie if he really wants to be a great lawyer. "I promise I'm fine, I just probably ate something bad today," said Mike. He laid back down on the couch, his pale skin was definitely not helping his 'Just Fine' act. "Mike, tell me the truth or your fired. When did it start?" He looked around the room. I'm pretty sure he was thinking of a way to avoid the question, but is fevered mind wouldn't allow that. Mike said, " Last night. I'd thought I'd be fine, but I got sick earlier and I couldn't concentrate. I'm so sorry." I was filled with both guilt and anger. The kid got sick and I wasn't there.I decided I was going to get my anger out later, this kid is gonna need all the help he can get. First thing I'm gonna do is force the kid to stay with me. I've seen his apartment. He'll probably die from infection in the dump he lives in.
Later That Evening.
It took forever to convince that kid to stay with me. He is so stubborn sometimes. I guess I should wake the kid back up- he fell asleep within seconds after our argument, I guess I exhausted him- Its time for me to take the puppy home
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