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So it all basically went from Mike taking some real shitty drugs to dropping him off at the hospital to get his stomach pumped. The doctors had severely frowned upon the diagnoses results as it turned out that the drugs Mike had inhaled were real shitty ones. Harvey couldn't believe how much hatred he could generate towards one singular human being.

When he dropped off Mike at the hospital, he immediately called the cops, telling them about Trevor's crime with "kidnapping" his associate. Harvey didn't know what to do when he got a call that Trevor had fled the "crime scene". In that instant moment, he wanted to throw his phone at the ground and watch the cell crack. Hell, he could afford to destroy at least a dozen of these stupid things, but he just didn't have time to buy them.

Harvey wondered if all of this could've been avoided. What if he had made something different? Maybe then Mike wouldn't be suffering in the hospital constantly poked at by doctors and nurses. It did take a great toll to control himself, Harvey needed to go boxing or something. He needed to get rid of the anger. He had lost someone he cared about twice within one month, and Harvey swore to himself that he wouldn't let there be a third time. Mike was going to recover, and then his memories would return, because of course they would. Harvey didn't believe that there was scenario of where Mike wouldn't remember, it didn't exist.

"Relation?" a nurse came back to him and he immediately rose from the waiting chairs.

"I'm a friend of his, a close one for the matter." The nurse frowned but then she gestured that he'd follow her. So they walked down the corridor, and then they went inside.

Trevor had bought the cheapest stuff on the streets, because dammit there were cops around every corner nowadays. The stuff had been a great mixture of stuff, it wasn't cocaine, but it was drugs in the opposite of Ecstasy, what he had bought was supposed to make people calm, and in this case, they made Mike way too calm. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was actually glad that the old Mike was back. The old Mike was cool, he wasn't obnoxious and he didn't act like a douche. Life was so much better back then. What the hell was Trevor supposed to do now? Cops were after him, that Specter-something dude was pissed at him, he had broken his goddamn nose. But maybe Trevor didn't have to be the victim any longer. Maybe he could flip the tables, and threat that lawyer to back the hell off or else…

"Harvey Specter, right?" the uncertainty in Mike's voice was painful. Harvey went inside and he closed gently the door.

"Yes", Harvey sunk down in a chair beside Mike and he frowned.

"Why did you do it Mike?" Mike eyed him questioning.

"Why did you take those shitty drugs. You knew you were on medication, you knew that you might have screwed up your treatment. What you did might have changed the way your brain responds to the medication you're given, and make it less effective. I mean don't you care about damaging your liver? You will get tired faster, you'll feel even more dizzy at times. And don't even get me started on your alternative, probably now decreased immune system."

"Where are you going with this Harvey?"

"I want to know what the hell you were thinking?! If I wouldn't have found you, you could be dead. Is that what you want?" Oh if Harvey was pissed. Trevor was going down, for real this time. This time there wouldn't be anyone to save Trevor, because he was long beyond salvation.

Mike just stared blankly at him, and then he closed his eyes, as he tried not to drift away. Mike could feel the dizziness return, like a long lost demon crawling up his body, and brushing him with its long dark claws.

"I don't get why you would care." Mike actually said it, and Harvey stroked his face with his both hands, hiding his face safely in his palm. He tried to keep himself together, he really did.

"Mike, please. I do care, but you're making it really hard. Like when you ran off with Trevor, the bastard that put you in this bed. I mean look at you Mike, you're a mess, you've forgotten-four years? And what do you do? You try to forget? Mike, don't you see that you need to start remembering, and not forgetting who you are and all of your problems?" Mike opened his eyes, and he looked into Harvey's dark eyes.

"I already know who I am, and sure, maybe before the accident I was a, I don't know, a miraculous lawyer, and I'm sorry that the Mike you knew is gone, but I can't really help you. I'm who I am, and not what people tell me that I should be." I'm sorry that the Mike you knew is gone, the words stung. Harvey had never thought of it that way, he had always thought that the Mike he knew would come back, he hadn't thought but known. But now? He wasn't sure, he wasn't sure at all.

"You know, a few years ago, you asked me what to do when you didn't see a choice or a solution to a significant problem. You said it was like someone pointing a gun at you. So I said; 'what are your choices when someone puts a gun to your head?' Which you quickly answered with; 'What are you talking about? You do what they say or they shoot you.-'"

"-Urn I don't really see the point," Harvey ignored him,

"So I said; 'Wrong. You take the gun, or you pull out a bigger one. Or, you call their bluff. Or, you do any one of a hundred and forty six other things.'" Mike knit his brows.

"This's not the same," he said and Harvey rose from the chair.

"It is. Mike, you will remember. I know that you feel like you're trapped in a labyrinth, with nowhere to escape, running in circles, feeling that it's all for vain. But trust me, you will get out of that maze, one way or another. I mean C'mon; you even remember the first word in the novel you read as a kid." Mike tried to sit up, but he quickly lay back in the chair regretting his decision.

"Mike, stop throwing obstacles in front of you and start to clear a way to so that you can recover." Mike was left speechless, he couldn't remember the quote, but it felt familiar, but he still couldn't remember, it didn't matter how hard he thought about the subject, he came up empty handed. So they sat there in silence, both of them thinking of a way to start up the conversation, but then to Harvey's surprise, Mike spoke,

"So, after all this time, you never told me how we met," Harvey arched his brows and leaned into the chair, thinking that all he missed was a drink in his hand.

"It's a funny story actually, since you showed up in my office with a suitcase claiming to be a candidate as my new associate and then bam, weed was all over the floor." Mike scowled; he had a hard time believing that he would do something that stupid.

"Huh."

"Huh? That's all you have to say?" Mike chuckled quietly.

"Heh well, that sounded pretty funny. Too bad I can't remember," Harvey smiled sympathetically.

"You know, the doctors said that if people retell memories of the old days, something might trigger your brain to snap up the memory and remember it." Mike nodded,

"Yeah, they told me."

"But you're still pretty pessimistic huh?" Mike looked down on the floor.

"Yeah, how can I not? My brain, who's never forgotten a single thing since the start, has let me down. I don't know what to believe anymore."

Maybe the Mike that Harvey once knew was long gone.

Maybe the Mike Harvey once knew died in that car accident.

Maybe one of Harvey's closest friends had passed away and would never come back.

Harvey could debate all he wanted about it, but he couldn't give up on Mike yet. Maybe Harvey's Mike was still in there, maybe there was a chance that he still wasn't gone. And Harvey would fight with all he's got to bring him back. It didn't matter if he would have to bore himself with casual memories of the old days, he would do it, he would do it because if he didn't bring Mike back, then he would remain lost. He wouldn't lose him one final time, because the third times a charm, right?

Trevor nodded at Susan who made her way into the cafeteria walking with elegance and weightless movements. She sat down at the table with a death threatening smile and she pulled out a cigarette pack from her purse.

"So tell me Trevor, do you wish to die?" Trevor placed down his hands on the table and leaned a bit forward.

"Unfortunately, there's been an incident with the lawyer, and he's now in the hospital. And you know those places, they crawl with cops." She nodded carefully and then she pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Trevor didn't comment on the no-smoking sign behind her.

"I have my resources that keeps track of my workers, so what you're telling me isn't particular news. Maybe you should be telling me why or how he got hit by that car." She ignited the cigarette and the end of it started glowing.

"Right, look, I know that I introduced him and put in some neat words in for him, but now I'm severely regretting that decision. I don't think it's sane that he's at that hospital… unguarded." Susan inhaled the cigarettes poison and then she blew out a dark cloud which made Trevor cough.

"Tell me, what point are you trying to make? Are you telling me that you want to eliminate him? That he might rat? Just like you?" Her voice made Trevor freeze. He couldn't breathe, hell he was already dead. He quickly laughed quietly and stroked his hand down his neck.

"I don't-"

"Don't. I know. You had too much to drink, you lost control, it happens to everyone." Trevor felt a little lighter.

"But also, those who rat on me don't really make it to the daylight." Trevor thought about running, but then again she was the head of a mafia, she probably had a sniper pointed at the closest door. He'd be dead in a minute.

"Look. We can put it all behind us. Trust me, that lawyer knows Harvey Specter, who's the best closer in town. He will do anything to win, so if you threaten Mike's life, Specter will help you."

"What relationship does this Specter have with Ross?"

"I don't know, they're just close friends I guess. Look, you can trust- or, just believe what I say, I promise you this isn't a bunch of lies. I've never lied, do you remember?" There was no ashtray, so she took the cigarette between her fingers and dropped it on the floor and choked the glow with her heal.

"I'm only going to give you this one chance because you're pretty. But don't think that your face is going to help you the next time you try to stab me in the back, because there won't be a next time." Trevor quickly shook his head and then Susan rose from the chair.

"Let's go and toy with my new employee then."

When Harvey came back to the hospital, he didn't expect there to be an alarm ringing down the hall. When Harvey saw nurses and two doctors running down the hall into Mike's room, Harvey's heart started beating rapidly. Something was horribly wrong. Harvey didn't understand, everything was fine yesterday; he even had a long conversation with Mike. Harvey started running down the hall and stopped with one hand on the door frame. He saw looked at Mike who was trembling, his body jerked back and forth, some nurses held him down as a doctor fumbled with a syringe, it looked like Mike had a goddamn epilepsy. A nurse noticed him and she placed her hand on his chest and told him that he needed to go and stay away, Harvey couldn't listen, all he could focus on was Mike who was trashing the bed, and Harvey had no idea of what the hell was going on.

"What's wrong with him?!" the nurse just hushed him,

"Please sir, get out of the room." After a smaller struggle, Harvey backed away and toward the opposite wall where he slid his back down against the wall until he found himself sitting on the floor wearing a three piece suit. Harvey had never admitted it out loud, but Mike had always in a way reminded him of his troubled younger brother. That's why it was so painful to watch Mike lose control of his body. Harvey just wanted him to be normal again, all he wanted was for things to go back to the way they were.

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