Details in the Fabric

After he's dressed, Harvey stands and stares at Mike's sleeping form for longer than he knows he should. He could have been at the hospital already. He could have already solved the strange mystery that has his nerves tingling anxiously. Eventually, he breaks himself away, and jumps in the first cab he finds. There isn't a lot of competition to grab a cabby's attention at this ghastly hour.

He's twitchy the entire ride. He barely responds to the driver when he speaks to him, and continuously shifts in his seat, unable to sit still. He steals himself when they arrive, and then with faux-confidence, steps into the hospital and walks straight to the front desk.

"Harvey Specter, here for Michael Ross." He tells the kind looking ginger haired man seated behind the desk.

The man looks up with a smile. How can anyone look so happy at this time of night? "Room 224 A." He tells him, but his smile falters a little, stopping Harvey from turning to find the room. "You might want to speak to the doctor before you go in."

Harvey inhales deeply, trying to calm himself before he can reply. "Why?" He hopes he sounds less panicked than he feels – despite knowing that Mike is safe, tucked comfortably in his bed awaiting his return.

"If you go to the waiting room on the second floor, I can have the doctor come see you there."

Harvey looks confused, possibly more confused than he's ever felt – and that's saying something, especially after the phone call he'd received earlier that night – but nods and thanks the man before going in search of the elevators. He finds them easily, and within minutes, finds himself edgy and on the second floor of Presbyterian hospital, probably the last place on his list of places he wants to be. He planned on going to the waiting room to wait for the doctor like he was told, he really did, but as he walked down the hall, the butterflies in his stomach were slowly turning into bats, and he quickened his pace and made a beeline to room 224 A. He stopped himself before he was completely in, heart hammering wildly in his chest when he saw the lower body of a man on the bed, covered up by a blanket. He briskly stepped back out into the hall, leaned against the wall, and tried to control his breathing. He didn't know why he was so nervous. He would probably walk in, say there was some mistake, this isn't Mike, and leave. No, that's definitely what would happen. But he couldn't help the sick feeling he felt while he thought about what he might see.

"Mr Specter?" A voice called from down the hallway. Harvey turned to see a man in a lab coat walking towards him, stethoscope swinging idly around his neck. "I thought I might find you here." The doctor smiled and put his hand out in greeting. "I'm Doctor Trent, Mr Ross' doctor during his stay here. Have you been inside yet?" Harvey didn't respond, only shook his head and tried to not pass out. "Right, well before we do, let me tell you a bit about what's going on with your..."

Harvey coughed uncomfortably. "Employee. Mr Ross is my personal associate."

Dr Trent nodded. "Alright, well, Mr Ross was found on 77th street in an alley. It looks like a mugging." Harvey felt himself go cold and his face pale considerably. This story was sounding all too familiar. "He was found unconscious, and despite out best efforts, we couldn't wake him. He was beaten pretty bad and is suffering from moderate head trauma. We had to go in and surgically set his ribs." Images of the scar on Mike's side flashed through his mind and suddenly he felt as though he was going to be sick. "But Mr Specter, if you'd like to sit down before I continue...?" He waited until Harvey shook his head again, and with a sigh, continued. "As Mr Ross' medical proxy, we have a difficult decision for you to make." Harvey swallowed, waiting for the doctor to spit it out. "We thought Mr Ross had slipped into a coma, but minutes later he ended up on line support." If Harvey's face could pale any further, it just did. Was he breathing? He should remember to breathe. "We need you to make the decision to either keep him alive, or to pull the plug."

Harvey stopped breathing. Again? Either way, he wasn't breathing now. He couldn't. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, he couldn't stop staring through the doctor, and he couldn't escape the absolutely terrified feelings engulfing him.

"Mr Specter, would you like to see him?" When he didn't respond, the doctor placed a hand on his shoulder and walked him into the room towards the chair beside Mike's bed.

Mike. Harvey felt the world spinning around him, and felt a mask being pressed to his face. "Harvey, listen to me now," a very far off voice was saying. "Harvey, I need you to focus." He was cold. Really cold. He wanted to just go back home and climb into bed beside Mike. Except he couldn't, because Mike was here in the hospital bed. Suddenly he was gasping and holding the mask on himself. "That's it, Harvey, deep breaths." A nurse was draping a blanket over him, stepping around the doctor to help him get comfortably beneath it. "What your feeling is completely normal. Just take deep breaths."

He complied. Sucking in the oxygen greedily. He didn't remember asking for one, but a bin was suddenly pressed against his chest and he was heaving into it. When he could breathe again, he sat himself back in the chair and tried to think logically. What the hell was going on? How was Mike here? Were there two of them? Was this a long lost brother of his? Perhaps he'd been sleeping next to an imposter. His stomach curled again and he grabbed for the bin, though he apparently didn't need it this time.

"You don't have to decide now, Mr Specter. Whenever you're ready." The doctor patted his arm and turned to talk to the nurse.

They spoke to him, and he thinks he asked to be alone, and suddenly he was. Carefully, as if the Mike in the bed might suddenly attack him, he gets up and walks toward him. When he's standing at the head of the bed, staring down at the beaten and bruised form, his heart starts to shatter in his chest. "God, Mike," he whispered letting his fingers run through what little hair wasn't covered by bandages. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew he wanted this Mike – whoever he was – to wake up and tuck himself safely into Harvey's arms.

Abruptly, he has to get out of there. He has to get home to Mike. Or... to see if Mike is really there. Panic is flooding him again, and he finds himself running through the halls, ignoring the angry shouts from nurses telling him to 'walk'. He makes it home in record time, having paid off the driver the speed horrendously the entire way, and he's bursting into his apartment breathing rapidly. He bursts into his room before he can think about it, and choked back a sob when he sees Mike sprawled out on the bed, covers pooled around his knees. With shaking hands, Harvey undoes his jacket and lets it slip unceremoniously to the floor. He's at the bed in seconds, reaching out tentatively to touch Mike's back, and then curling himself against him with a sigh.

Mike wakes slightly at the contact, and shifts himself to lie in the protective circle of Harvey's arms, nuzzling into his chest before returning to unconsciousness. Unfortunately, Harvey can't manage the same.

Slowly, morning arrived, and reluctantly, Harvey let's Mike sit up, away from the now too warm embrace. Rubbing at his eyes with his fists, he mumbles in a still sleepy voice, "How was your work thing?

"Fine." He says in a clipped tone, but makes up for it quickly with a peck on the lips.

"Aren't you tired?"

"Nope." He tugs Mike on top of him, suddenly desperate for his touch. He'd had such an emotionally draining night; he just needed to feel whatever inch of Mike he could get his hands on.

"Harvey," Mike mumbled against fervent lips, not quite breaking the contact. Harvey grunted and pulled him down harder before rolling them so he was resting his full weight on top of his associate. Mike gave in, conceding to the frenzied kiss, and wrapped his arms around Harvey's waist, tickling his fingers up his back beneath his shirt.

Eventually, and not without protest from the man beneath him, Harvey pulled himself away. "Why don't you take the day off?" It sounded more like a demand than a question.

Mike rolled his eyes. "Harvey, if this is about the other night,"

"Please?" It came out quicker and sounded more desperate than he liked. "Humor me, Mike. Take the day. You deserve one anyways." He smirked before kissing him fully again, slinking his arms beneath him and holding on tight.

"Fine, will you stay with me?" Mike chuckled and nipped at the older man's lips.

Harvey groaned. "No I have a busy day ahead of me." He rested their foreheads together while he strained to regain his breath. "But I won't be in the office much, so you wouldn't see me anyways." He kissed his nose before getting up to change into an elegant suit.

Mike pouted, but it went unseen by the other lawyer.

"So," Harvey started while he tied his tie, not turning around to face the other. "Would it be possible to get a little more detail about the other night?"

SUITS

Harvey's dragging Donna into his office before she has time to so much as say good morning. The door is closed, and the blinds are being yanked across the glass walls, and then Harvey is dragging a protesting redhead toward the couch.

"Ok, normally I'd make jokes, but what the hell is going on?"

"Donna, I – Mike – I don't..." She slid closer to him when his hands tugged at his hair in frustration. What was he supposed to say? She wouldn't believe the truth.

"Harvey, relax, it's ok." She tugged his hands down and forced his panicked eyes to meet hers. She wrapped him in a tight hug, not letting go until his breathing calmed – mostly – and then settled for taking his hands. "What happened?"

"It's Mike." He started, struggling to find words. He thanked her with a squeeze of his hands for not pressing the matter. He needed to think. "He stayed at my place last night." She raised an eyebrow, but he ignored it. "But then I got called to the hospital, because Mike got mugged and as his medical proxy I have to decide whether or not to pull the plug."

"Oh my god, Harvey," Donna wrapped her arms around him again, shaking now just as bad as he was.

"You don't understand." He nearly sobbed yet again. He wished he could just pull it together, but his brain was a little too busy frying itself with the absurdity of the situation. "He's still at my place."

"What?" She pulled back slightly, eyeliner smudged and eyes red rimmed.

"There's two of him."

"Harvey..."

"He told me what happened, Donna. In detail! I couldn't have known that." He knew what she was thinking, and it was clear that she couldn't be convinced otherwise.

"Harvey, that's not possible..."

"But it's true!" He pulled away from her completely, standing up to pace the room. "He's there right now, I told him to take a day off."

With a sad smile, his secretary got up to stand in front of him, putting a hand on either forearm. "Harvey, I know this is a shock," she started, but he shook her off.

"Cancel all my meetings for today."

"Where are you going?"

"Home to Mike."

A/N: Whaaaat? This is absurd! What do you think is going on? Ugh, can you imagine?