Harvey's POV
I felt like I needed to hold Mike's hand while walking, he stumbled to Ray's car like a drunken idiot. Though I would never admit it, I had a soft spot for the kid. Oh God, I'm going soft. Mike fell asleep as soon as he sat in the seat, I watched him. I watched his features soften and his breathing even out. I have never felt bad for anyone except Donna, but this kid has me worried. I can practically feel the heat radiating through his suit. I had tried to persuade him to take it off, but Mike was being.. well Mike. We pulled up to my condo and it nearly killed me to wake him up. I decided to try a nice approach, it seemed to be working for me. " Mike, wake up. You can go back to asleep when we get inside." Mike opened his blue eyes and looked confused about his surroundings. He realized were he was and got up, I could have sworn I saw him wince.
Mike's POV
I opened my mouth to reply to his comment, but realized that I felt worse than I did when I got in the car. Just riding the elevator made me nauseous but I decided to just squeeze my eyes shut. I think Harvey noticed because I got a hand on my back and a sympathetic look. His apartment was just how I thought it would be. Expensive. I'm pretty sure that his rug costed more than my apartment all together. I felt intimidated, but I was hit with a pair of sweat-pants and a big t-shirt. The force of the shirt alone almost knocked me over. Harvey broke the silence with, " Get changed and lay down" He said it in a tone that couldn't be argued with and I left. Just changing my clothes made me slightly feel better, but my body ached and all I wanted to do was cry, but I'm a grown man, I can deal with the freakin' flu.I walked out of the bathroom and I went to sit on the couch but Harvey gently pushed me toward his bedroom. I tried to ask what he was doing but it was like he read my mind and said, " No, no couch. My bed is more comfortable." I wanted to argue but I was already on is bed, and it was so comfy. It was like laying on a cloud of warmth. I guess Harvey noticed I was shivering because I was covered with a blanket. Harvey's hand rested on my fore-head and he disapproved the temperature. I knew I was burning up, I could feel it. My thoughts were interrupted by the thermometer shoved in my mouth. Harvey at least showed me my temperature. My eyes rested on the thermometer, 103.8. Harvey whispered this but I heard him loud and clear, "One degree higher and I will take you to the hospital" My eyes widened at the thought. I hated hospitals, I waited six hours in a hospital when I was younger and the doctors came out telling my Grammy that 'There was nothing they could do, and that they were sorry for our loss.' I didn't understand then, but I understand now. I'm filled with emotions when I walk in hospitals, I'm filled with anger, sadness, confusion, and loneliness.
I felt tired. I fell asleep with Harvey stroking my hair. I woke up with no one by my side, and I got up I was dizzy, and I knew if I didn't sit down I would pass out. Harvey was doing paperwork in his office, and looked like he didn't want to be bothered. He took one look at me and jumped up sending papers flying in every direction. " What are you doing out of bed?" said Harvey. I instantly blushed. I felt like a child getting scolded. I didn't respond I just sat down on his couch. I had a glass of water handed to me, I took a sip. I instantly regretted it. My throat was so sore, that the water burned while going down. I didn't even want to try speaking, fearing the pain of talking might kill me alone. Harvey got up from beside me and left for his bathroom, when he came back he was bearing medicines. Obviously no one likes medicine, but when you feel this terrible you want it. I nearly jumped for joy upon seeing it. I gladly popped the pills. Harvey took his papers and started working on them beside me, I started to crane my neck to look at them but was stopped by Harvey's voice saying, " No work. I don't need our sick germs on my briefs. So just sit and be quiet." I didn't want to argue, but while sitting there I realized. Harvey just might care.
Harveys POV
The kid looked tired and I wished he would go to bed, but he wanted to stay and watch TV while I finished working on papers. I was to into work to see the kid dozing off, but I did feel him when he nestled himself in my shoulder, quietly snoring. I had to admit, it was somewhat adorable. I was expecting him to start sucking his thumb. That's how young the kid looked. I wanted to move him to the bedroom, but that held the risk of waking him up. I felt awkward, I wasn't used to this situation. I decided the best thing I could do was, call Donna.
Donna's POV
Ugh. I wish Harvey would call. I need to know how my baby Mike is doing. My phone rang and I answered excitedly. Before I knew it, I was on my way to Harvey's. When I got there, my heart broke at the sight of Mike. He looked so helpless. I wanted to kiss and hug him forever. He was like my nephews. Adorable. I nearly knocked Harvey over to get to Mike. I stayed for about and hour until I felt it was time for me to turn strict Donna back on. I told- more like demanded- Harvey to check the kids temperature. When he came back we waited patiently for it to beep. I saw Harvey's eyes and he showed me the numbers. 105.3. I looked at Harvey, and he looked at me and within seconds we were calling Ray and were off to the hospital.