A/N: Hi there, can I say how amazing this has been? Thanks so much for the feedback. Reviews are not the reason I write, but it's nice to see your work reach so many people. I gladly appreciate all of you who took the time to get back to me.

I had this chapter done since yesterday, but couldn't upload due to personal problems. I'm practically stealing my neighbor's internet sign so I can post this, but I didn't want for you guys to wait any longer. Hope its a good one.

Once again, sorry for the long chapters with so many mistakes (my bad), I can't seem to control the flux of words and find a proper cliffhanger. So let's get to work.

Chapter 4

Mike replayed the meeting with the doctor after his exam, on his way to visit this grandmother.

"So Mike we have all the information to start your treatment. We are going to have five rounds of chemo and see how you respond to that. After the first round we are going to see your progress and continue from there," the doctor explained.

"What about my routine?" he asked

"Every person responds differently to the treatment. You should inform me of any side effects. They could be from nausea, to headaches, weight and hair loss. We may not be able to lower the medication, but find pain relievers and you should be more comfortable. I'll also give you a diet so you get more vitamins and nutrients in you."

"I'll make sure he follows everything, Doc," Harvey said, serious.

Mike looked at Harvey and saw his deadly serious stare. No, he wasn't joking or messing with that stare.

When he got to his grandmother's Mike felt like he hasn't seen her in ages. He was tired and should've probably changed clothes, but he wanted to see her before he started the treatment.

"Michael, you looked skinnier than last time you were here," was the first thing she said to him when she saw him.

"Oh! Hello, to you too granny, way to compliment your hard working grandson," he replied.

"Well, if you don't take better care of yourself, I'll be left with no grandson at all."

He smiled at her. How could he break the news?

"How are things at work?" she asked before he could say anything.

"Can't you tell by my looks? Things have been crazy busy. Sorry I didn't get any time to visit you."

"I understand. I'm proud of you, Mike." She looked at him with a fond smile.

"How are you feeling? Are you taking your meds?" It was easier to hide his worries by being concerned with his grandma.

"Same old, same old. Being old sucks," she said seriously.

He had to laugh at her.

"Where did you learn such language?"

"Oh I have to keep myself entertained since my only grandson is such a busy person," she answered with a straight face.

"I promise I'll stop by more often, okay..." He looked at her full of guilt.

"Don't be silly, it's good to know that you're finally going somewhere with your life. I'm doing just fine." She smiled.

They chatted for a few hours and Mike had to go after his own grandmother told him to get some sleep, since he kept yawning so much.

He left the nursing home more relaxed, but not lighter. After talking with his grandmother he was more determined than ever to fight this thing, but if he could tell her later than sooner, he was going with that.

He had two more meetings with Dr. Wilson before he started to go to the clinic for treatment. On the first one the doctor explained how things would go. He would sit for 2 – 3 hours with an IV drip. After he received his dose of medicine he could go home. He also gave Mike lots of useful information and things that he should read and expect to happen during the treatment.

On the second meeting he received a package of pills. Doctor Wilson told him that while most drugs didn't cause nausea anymore, it was still good to take the medicine so he would be less affected if they did occur. He should take then every 6 hours and tell him if he noticed anything different. They also set the dates for his first three sessions.

He went back to the office and found a note from Rachel on his desk.

"I miss seeing a smile on your face. :) Thought this might help."

Next to it was a Rubik's cube, he remembered mentioning to her that he liked those growing up.

He looked at the post it with the smiley face and then at the gift and truly smiled, his first one in days. He had to get her something too. Plus flowers.

He was still thinking about what to buy for Rachel, when he got a text.

"Go take your medicine. – H."

He looked up, but didn't see Harvey anywhere near him. How could he know?

He only got back from the clinic 15min ago. Feeling watched like a Big Brother kinda deal he stood up and got a glass of water and took the pill. When he got back to his desk his cell phone was flashing with another new text.

"Good boy. – H"

He was freaking out a little, had Harvey put a camera on the room? Was he watching Mike's every move? That thought sounded disturbed in his mind and he dismissed not wanting to go there. He decided not the give him the satisfaction and just started working on some case.

The rest of the week was uneventful he got more texts from Harvey with reminders of pill times and when he was caught on an meeting or working late, Mike always find a water bottle or some fruit salad at his desk. The older lawyer never mentioned anything.

But on Mike's first day of chemotherapy before he went to the clinic he stopped at Harvey's office after he was gone and dropped his copy of The Catcher in the Rye at the lawyer's desk. It was a very old copy, it had been his father's and then his own. He loved that book and he wanted to share that with Harvey. He hoped the lawyer didn't give him hell because of the gesture. With the book he left a simple note.

" Thanks. – M."

During the three first rounds of chemo Mike felt fine. He was tired more often and felt a little nausea once in a while, but still showed up for work. He managed to keep his weight by following Dr. Wilson's instructions. Eating at reasonable hours and trying his best to consume only healthy food. Pizza was cheese and tomatoes. Healthy, right?

He had been sleeping at least 6 hours a night. This was actually helping him focus more at the office, instead of always being on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion.

He finished the last stack of papers and went to see Harvey. He waited until his boss was done with his phone call.

"How are you doing?" the lawyer inquired taking a good look at his associate.

Knowing that would be better to stick to the truth. Mike answered.

"I'm doing okay. Treatment is pretty much the same and all I do is sit there and read cases. That way I don't get an overload in the morning. I felt a little nausea the morning after, the first time, but nothing that could make me really sick." He gave a full report.

"Good, but you know this is just the beginning, right? After your body reacts to this first round then we are going to be able to see both damages and progress." Harvey taking a final look at the papers Mike brought in.

Mike noted the use of we and felt incredible grateful to have Harvey to go to. They weren't best friends or anything. Their relationship hasn't changed in any ways after he was diagnosed, but if it was Trevor here, Mike would probably be left to figure things out alone.

"I have been eating and sleeping like Dr. Wilson told me to." He felt like a kid waiting for his father's approval. More like a big brother, he mused to himself.

"Good, that's very smart of you," Harvey nodded.

"I was thinking..."

"And did it hurt?" Harvey interrupted him.

"Very funny, Harvey." He saw the other one smiling at the final page of the report. "I was just saying that if I want to get better I must take this seriously," he continued.

"You are absolutely right on that. Finally this thick head of yours is absorbing some of my brilliant wisdom." The lawyer kept teasing him.

"Oh is that so..." He decided to play along.

"It can only be. But this should be your fourth round, it's going to be a lot more stress on your body now that you're getting close to the end. I want you to check with me or be truthful to Dr. Wilson if the side effects get to you." His tone was getting serious again.

"Ok, I will," Mike said.

"If you don't act like a moron on this matter you're the only one who will benefit," he looked at Mike when he said that.

"What did you just said?" He asked confused.

"Is it true then? 'All morons hate it when you call them a moron.'" Harvey replied showing Mike that he was dismissed.

Mike left with a huge smile on his face. Sure thing his boss called him a moron, but it was a quote from his favorite book. Things could be really worse.

He sat at his desk and started a new document on his computer screen.

Rachel was approaching his desk a look of concern on her face.

"Hey Mike, are you sure you're doing okay?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm doing ok," he replied.

"You know you can talk to me right?" She looked at him with expectation.

"I know, but you don't have anything to worry about. It's just the job getting to me. I'll be fine. I have this weekend off."

He hated lying to her, but he was glad that he only had two more rounds and hopefully he could beat this thing and everything would be fine.

He saw her walking away and realized he forgot to thank her for the gift earlier. He had to buy her something now. No excuses.

He got so caught up on his research that he left late for his appointment. Mike had 20 minutes to get to the clinic and after staring at a computer for so long he had a headache. It was mild, but there. He took a Tylenol and got in the first cab to the clinic.

Dr. Wilson had been kind enough to let him have this crazy schedule, the least he could do was showing up on time.

He was there just on time. Signing his name on the sheet and looking around at the room he was glad to see Amber there. Then he remembered why they were both there and felt a pang of guilt.

She had a serious look on her face and was holding a thick book. When Mike approached her he heard she giggled like a school girl.

"Never knew that Quantic Physics could be that much fun," he said cheerfully.

"Mike, how are you doing?" She smiled at him.

"Good, I've got my 4th round today. One more to go! What about you?" he asked.

"I'll be stuck here longer." Her smile faded a little. "But, it's okay. I've got my big book to keep me company."

"Why are you laughing? The concepts in this book are too abstract for my taste."

"How the hell do you know that?" she asked surprised. "Don't tell me you read it?"

He shrugged.

"I like reading." He didn't elaborate, so she continued.

"Don't tell anyone please," she whispered. "But the guy who was here before you was a pain, very depressing talk. So I pretended to be smart and grabbed the first book I saw on Dr. Wilson's table but I'm really reading a gossip magazine." She gave him a wink.

"Did you know that the twilight fans are already camping for tickets? The movie is only in November." She looked amused.

He laughed at that too. "I don't remember anyone doing things like that since high school," he commented.

"Oh but he was really boring." She nodded.

"I bet he was. What about me?" He raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you going to give me the big book treatment too?"

"Oh no. You're ok," she said.

He sat back and saw the nurse hooking him up to the IV. Everything was looking good. He was having a laugh with Amber when Dr. Wilson entered the room.

"Glad to see you made it, Mike," he spoke. "How are you feeling today?"

"Good. Small headache, but it's gone now." He failed to mention that he took the painkiller.

"I'll be back before you leave to give your next appointment." He took a few more notes and left.

"Ok Doc." He relaxed, as much as one could be relaxed with an IV in the arm.

He kept talking to Amber about movies and books, but halfway through his session he started to feel a little bit queasy, the headache now a throbbing pain on this right temple.

"Mike look at that." Amber was pointing to the lobby.

He turned around to fast he regretted and winced. "Ouch."

"You okay?" she asked him.

His vision was a little blurry on the edges, but he could make out the bunch of clowns with balloons dancing for little kids in hospital clothes.

"I was, but now I have a headache and I forgot my Tylenol at my desk," he responded.

"Please tell me you didn't take any tonight," her voice was shaky.

"I took one right before I got here," he said.

She pressed the call button even before he could reply.

"Please page Dr. Wilson right away," she kept her voice calm while talking to the nurse. "Tell him that Mike Ross took a Tylenol before his session."

She kneeled in front of him. "Did you take anything else?" she asked.

"No," he said weakly. She was calm, but he could feel something was wrong.

His head was now pounding full force and he was quite sure he was going blind. "Oh God, what did I screw up this time?" he thought.

Dr. Wilson was there in 5 minutes and he was ordering people around, but Mike couldn't make the words anymore. Then he heard "Get him to room 405 and call Harvey right away."

"Don't worry, Mike. You're going to be ok."

"No, no…don't call him," he tried to warn the doctor. "He is going to kill me if I screw this up."

He suddenly realized he was on a stretcher. "Don't…" And he passed out.

Good thing they were already taking him to emergency.

A/N1: Couldn't help but create this cliffhanger right here. (Evil Laugh)

But I promise an update very soon. Poor Mike. What is going to happen to him? But don't worry, Harvey is going to be there to be awesome and forget about not caring anymore.

A/N2: I have nothing against Twilight fans. That little note just sounded funny to me.

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