A/N: Sorry for the delay, life has been crazy around here.

Enjoy the second part of Mike's Hospital Visits.

Hope you guys like this chapter, this story has been a great source of pleasure to me and the feedback has been amazing. Thanks to everybody who took the time to read, review and add to their favorite list. I'm beyond happy.

Chapter 6

Jenny's visit – 6:30pm

He dozed off some time after Donna left, exhaustion finally getting to him. His nap was short lived, though. He heard movement in his room and opened his eyes. How long had he slept? By his bed side he could see a balloon floating next to flowers. He recognized them from a botanic book he had read. It was a bouquet of rosebuds, and they meant love in friendships. He took the card and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

"I don't doubt that you can get through it alone, but why should you have to?
I'm here for you just as you've always been there for me. I wish you the best and my prayers are with you. Love, Jenny."

Wasn't he pretending that he didn't have any friends, that besides his granny he was all alone in the world? Trevor was living in Montana and Jenny had been the closest thing to a sister, to a family he had. She was his best friend's girlfriend and then Mike had developed feelings for her, but he would never betray his friendship with Trevor. After Trevor left NY, Mike thought that he and Jenny could have a shot, but after their hook up he got so caught up in work he barely saw her these days.

'He tried not to think about Jenny or how she found him at the hospital. It wasn't hard, because all he really COULD think about was how he was going to have a really hard time apologizing to everybody for being so stubborn.'

Trevor's phone call – 7pm

He was staring fiercely at the hospital wall trying to create a hole in it so he could escape. His mind was racing with so many memories, thoughts, questions and lack of information to absorb, that he felt like he was losing it.

The nurse knocked lightly at his door holding a phone.

"Mike Ross?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yes," he said, looking apprehensively. Was it from the nursing home?

"I have a phone call for you," she said handing him the phone.

He took the phone, afraid. "Hello?" Please don't be about granny, he thought.

"Mike?" The male voice sounded far away, mixed with background noise.

"Trevor?" Mike asked in disbelief.

"Hey bro, how are you doing?" he asked, the sound of a horn making the last part hard to understand.

"I'm…" He was going to say fine, but he paused for a second. He didn't have to lie to his best friend. It didn't matter the distance. Trevor was there since forever and Mike knew he had done a lot of wrong things, but they were friends, right?

"I'm sick," he finally admitted out loud.

Trevor was silent. Mike thought the line went dead.

"I know. I got a voicemail saying I should give you a call. Since we're not supposed to be in touch I knew it must be serious," he said.

Mike made a mental note to thank Harvey. He was sure the lawyer was behind that voice mail.

"How is Montana treating you?" Mike asked his friend, not really in the mood to talk about his disease.

He could hear Trevor's chuckle on the line. "Montana is alright, nothing like NY, but I'm surviving," he completed.

"Maybe I could visit you, in the future," he sounded vague, not knowing when he was going to be out of the hospital, let alone be able to go sightseeing.

"Yeah that would be cool, but let me tell you, the closest library is 40 minutes away," Trevor teased him.

"That sounds awful." He knew that his best friend didn't share his love for books.

They talked for 20 more minutes and to Mike, it felt like the old days, when it was Mike and Trevor against the world. He hung up with Trevor's promises to make Mike proud and that he was going to be worth his friendship again.

Harvey's visit – 10pm

Harvey entered the room after one of the longest days in his life as a lawyer. Since Mike wasn't going to be back at the office anytime soon he was doing most of the leg work he usually had his associate doing for him. He stepped in the room expecting to see the kid sleeping.

"I heard you're giving the night nurse a hard time, and not in the good way," Harvey said with his patent smile in place.

"I don't like hospitals," Mike replied.

"Who likes them, anyway?" Harvey inquired.

"I dislike them even more," he said looking at his favorite spot on the wall. "If I didn't have a watch dog as a nurse I would try and make a run for it." He saw the look on Harvey's face.

"Don't even say stupid things like that. You have to get better," the lawyer said sternly. "And you have to rest," he continued.

"I don't want to sleep, I'm not tired," he said, his statement failing to impress Harvey when the kid was clearly sleeping with his eyes open.

Mike gave a big yawn and shot Harvey his puppy dog eyes.

"What about if I stay until you fall asleep?" Harvey suggested.

Mike got everything he want when he used his kicked puppy stare. Damn the kid.

The room was silent. Mike fell asleep around 11pm after he was convinced Harvey wasn't leaving.

Harvey sat with him for a while until he started to drift off himself. He closed his eyes for one moment and then he saw his brother. They were walking together at the park. He was running and laughing and calling Harvey's name. Suddenly he fell, and Harvey was running trying to catch up with him, but he couldn't. He tried to run faster but it was not enough. Then Mike was at his side and said "There is nothing you can do."

He woke with his brother's name on his lips.

'Harvey wasn't the only one having nightmares, though. Mike had been jerked out of one with enough time to witness Harvey wake up with a start and call out 'James!''

"Well I'm still Mike. Since when do you call me by me second name?" He asked curiously.

"I, I wasn't calling you." He had a sad expression and Mike thought he was going to drop the subject.

"My mother wanted to give me her father's name, Scott," he said suddenly. "But my dad convinced her to call me James. We didn't have a good relationship, me and my old man," he finished.

"Why?" Harvey asked curiously. Mike seldom shared any facts about his childhood.

"Well having an eidetic memory and memorizing every book you can put your hands on without really understand the concept is kinda tough for a 7 year old kid. My mom used to praise me and encourage me to read more, know more, but my dad… It was a difficult relationship. I wanted so bad to impress him, but it didn't matter how many books I read. It was never enough," he said lost on his own memories.

Harvey kept listening, afraid to interrupt.

"I used to contradict him on every word. Refused to acknowledge the name he gave me and was a difficult child altogether." He gave a sad smile. "They died when I was eleven."

"I'm sorry," Harvey said sincerely.

"We were in a car crash. They died on their way to the hospital. I had to wait the whole night until somebody could get a hold of my grandmother. She took me in and raised me," Mike continued.

"She seems like a great woman," Harvey nodded.

"She is," he nodded back. "She gave me the family I could never have. So after my parents died I kinda stopped trying to make everybody proud because of what I could do. I only wanted to be left alone," he concluded.

"My brother died when I was your age." Harvey blurted, not looking at Mike for a moment. "And I always felt like it was my fault, that I could have done so much more for him." He surprised himself. He hadn't talked about his brother in a long time.

"I'm sure it wasn't your fault, Harvey." Mike looked at him, his blue eyes full of questions.

"He had cancer," he saw the worry in Mike's eyes and added quickly. "Different type, harder to treat, only 25% chance of survival rate," he trailed off. "He needed a bone marrow transplant, but we weren't a perfect match so he waited as long as he could."

"Harvey I'm so sorry," Mike said sympathetically. "But you did everything you could, I'm sure he knew."

"I know, but it doesn't help you through the nights sometimes," he said sadly.

Both men stared at each other with a new level of understanding, both trying to show respect for the other's demons and pain.

"Well, is this a chick flick moment or what?" Harvey said to lighten up the mood. "Bitch," he said tentatively looking at Mike with a hint of a smile.

"Jerk," Mike shot back. "Harvey how do you kn…" He was going to ask.

*"Everybody has a guilty pleasure." He smiled fully now.

They stayed silent for a moment.

"Harvey…" Mike broke the silence.

"Yes," the lawyer answered.

"I want you to help me with something," he mumbled looking for the right words.

"If it's an escape plan, forget it. We are not in Prison Break," he continued with their banter.

"I want you to write my will." Mike said with a serious look on his face.

That got Harvey to sit straight in his chair. "That's not really what you should be thinking about Mike."

"I don't have anybody left and yesterday I could have died, who knows…" He fidgeted with the sheets. "And I haven't even told my grandmother that I'm sick." He had a pained expression on his face.

"You can tell her yourself after you get discharged," Harvey tried to sound optimistic.

"Harvey this isn't about being pessimistic, but I have to cover all my bases." He kept playing with the end of his sheets like they were the most amazing toy in the world.

"I'll write you a draft and you can take a look tomorrow," Harvey settled.

"And Harvey there are two things." Mike continued apparently unable to look him in the eyes. "I have a savings account. Something my parents left so they could pay for college. That account is fairly intact. I want you to use the money to pay for the nursing home. I have a few months paid in advance, but…" He chose that moment to look at the lawyer. "And I want it to be you to tell her in case the worst happens, and I don't get the chance. Can you do that for me?" He looked so intense, his blue eyes showing Harvey so much trust that he could never say no.

"Of course, you have my word," He promised.

"Thanks. It means a lot to me." He gave a small smile. "You shouldn't blame yourself for what happened to your brother. I'm sure that you did everything in your power to help him. It's just that sometimes, bad things happen no matter how much we wish otherwise."

"I know," he looked at Mike with a soft smile. "Go back to sleep. I won't let anything happen to you." He sat closer to him and squeezed his hand.

Mike closed his eyes and was soon sleeping. Harvey sat with him not dreading spending a night at a hospital for the first time in a long time.

A/N: During Harvey's visit they exchange a great line from Supernatural.

I loved every time Dean and Sam said Bitch/Jerk and I couldn't resist adding that piece here. Hope it makes sense.

I don't own anything. Dean, Sam, Mike and Harvey (I wish I did, sigh).

But I like to take them for a play date. Promise to put them back in the box without a scratch.

Reviews are welcome. :)