The constant trembling was awful, Mike hated it, he hated when people looked at him like he was a dying puppy. He wasn't one hundred per cent sure of what was going on, be he heard clips of what was happening, but all he saw was a blur.

"…It must be the drugs colliding with the medication…"

"…his body is fighting the…"

"… me the adrenaline…"

Suddenly there were these flashing lights and Mike couldn't take it anymore. He just wanted it to stop.

Once the nurse opened the door and doctors started escaping the room, Harvey rose to his feet and ignored the possibility that his suit might be ruined because of the unhygienic hospital.

"Can I see him?" the nurse had a grim expression pasted all over her face, but then the bitterness fell.

"Alright, but you ain't staying longer than fifteen minutes in there." Harvey didn't disagree and he walked in to the room where Mike lied exhausted. Mike looked a little out of it.

"How are you feeling kid?" Mike didn't answer right away, it looked like he had a hard time remembering which words to use.

"I could- have been better." He looked so sad and something broke within Harvey. Harvey went to his chair and he rested his left palm against Mike's bed. They were silent for a while, and then Harvey noticed how Mike tried to speak, but just had a hard time finding the words.

"I- I was wondering," he took his time to pronounce the words.

"-what happened to that girl." Harvey could see, hell, feel his struggle to find the words. But then, girl? Did Mike mean Rachel?

"Do you mean Rachel?" a small frown appeared on his face, like he didn't recognize the name.

"Your fiancé?" Mike nodded slowly and Harvey leaned back against the chair. He honestly didn't know what to respond to that. Rachel was, in a way, avoiding Mike. She was probably trying to avoid the fact that Mike, who never forgot a single thing since who knows, managed to forget her. Harvey would probably also be in denial if Donna had forgotten him, but hell he wouldn't leave her.

"If you want my honest opinion, then I don't know."

And then, there was nothing left to say.

"Where other see lights, I see stars." His words were spoken out of the blue, distant, but determinate.

"What?" Harvey turned his head towards him.

"I remember, the quote I mean." Harvey frowned, Mike remembered a lot of things.

"It's actually the last thing I remember. I was standing by the window, looking out on the street, and somehow that particular night was so clear. The distant lights painted a picture of stars and I just, I don't know, I just loved it."

"So you looking out the window making up a philosophical crap is the last thing you remember?" Mike rolled his eyes.

"Laugh all you want, it's a nice memory." Harvey laughed, and somehow, he felt as if the old Mike had just scratched the surface. His Mike was still in there, he just needed to learn how to reach out to him.

The days passed by, and then release date was closing in. Harvey visited him day by day, chit-chatted some, he even gave him a plush toy once, (he had passed by the gift shop and hadn't been able to resist the fluffy batman and robin plush toy). 'As a reminder of the old days' Harvey had commented as a very astonished, frowning Mike on heavy medication had accepted the gift.

The seizures came and went, and Harvey disliked the fact that he had started to get used to the it.

But then, as Harvey was about to visit Mike once more, there was a woman standing by Mike's bed, smiling. Harvey narrowed his eyes, not sure of what was going on.

"Who are you?"

"I'm his mother." Harvey turned his hands into fists, whoever this woman was, she was no friend.

"Mike's parents died in a car accident."

"Oh… good to know." Harvey noticed that she held Mike's diagnose papers, and Harvey looked down at Mike who was heavily sedated, gone in his drugged mind.

"Who are you?" A smile played on her lips.

"I'm your new client, and I think that the real question here should be: who you are." Harvey wanted nothing to do with this woman, he could read it right off her, she was devious and nothing but trouble.

"As an attorney, I'm declining." Her smile didn't fade, but grew bigger.

"Oh you. You and I are going to have so much fun, because well. Let's just say that both you and I could take advantage of each other. You're the best closer in town, and you never lose. And I?" she pointed at Mike,

"-I know the name of the son of a bitch that did this to him. And oh, I know where Trevor's hiding out." That name gave him chills, and not in the good way. He wanted to kill that bitch, and oh he would mop the floor with his face as soon as he was brought to court, no questions asked.

But then, it had been over a month, and what had happened to Mike was still an unsolved mystery. Oh well, all Harvey really knew was that Mike had been in a hit-and-run accident and that Trevor had been involved somehow, grimly Harvey thought, that Trevor was probably the one that pushed him in front of that speeding car. Oh if Harvey wished that he could know who the driver was, because he'd pay. Pay real hard for doing such a complex damage; like making Mike forget, poking a hole in Mike's extraordinary gift, and then leaving him to faith. There was nothing called faith.

"Well, Harvey Specter? Do we have a deal?" Harvey's lips thinned out to a line, this woman may know who did this to Mike, and best of all; she had Trevor's location.

"Give me the driver, and I will take on your case." He was playing with fire, but hell, nothing could possibly be worse than letting that monster go free.

When mike opened his eyes, he noticed that he was all alone. That didn't happen often. Looking around, he saw the Batman and Robin plush toy and picked it up from the counter. It was cute, but Mike had just a vague memory of how he had gotten it. He placed down the plush toy beside him and then he reached for the remote control on the counter and turned on the TV. He flicked through the channels sighing that there was nothing left to watch, but then, he suddenly stopped with the finger on the switching button, and his eyes were glued to the screen. Mike could feel the pain of the car rushing into him, coming like a post-traumatic stress. Mike kept watching the man on the TV talking about sports, and soon he realized that the memory of the hit-and-run had returned. The same man that was speaking about sports had been the very same person who had driven that Volvo. Mike could finally remember it clearly, the license plate number, how Trevor had pushed him unto the street and how that impact of the car had taken his last breath away.

Suddenly, it hurt to breathe, and Mike could feel his heart rate rise.

He could feel the metal scratch his back and the glass of the windshield bend as Mike's figure as he tumbled over the car. Mike remembered the fear, the scent of his own blood running down his arms and head. It hurt. And then, as if it was his cue, he could feel another seizure begging to form.

A doctor rushed in, and Mike closed his eyes, wishing that he didn't remember how Trevor had betrayed him, or how that driver had taken those four years of his life away.

Mike looked at the clock, and hoped that Harvey would show up at eight o'clock as he did every day. But then as the clock reached nine, he didn't.

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