Do You See Me

"Ok."

"Ok?"

Harvey took a deep breath before continuing. They were sitting at the island, each on an overpriced bar stool, going over discovery. "There something you need to see."

"Ok." Mike leaned over in his seat to look at the papers in his boss' hand, which Harvey dropped with a huff.

"Not the discovery."

"Ok, then what?" Mike's eyebrows were pulled together, confusion written all over his face.

Harvey ran a hand from his forehead to chin, staring nervously ahead before he nodded, grabbed Mike's hand, and hulled him up and out the door.

"Where are we going?"

"I... Do you have a brother?" The elevator seemed to be moving way too fast. Couldn't it take it's time?

"No, you know I'm an only child."

Harvey nodded, tightening his fingers around Mike's.

"Harvey, what's going on?"

"I didn't go to see a client the other night." He shouldn't have been surprised by the way Mike froze beside him when he blurted that out. It was obvious what his first thought would be. "I got a call from the hospital." He really wasn't making anything better, he knew, but who could blame him? It wasn't everyday something like this happened, and Harvey Specter – the king of dealing with things – could very simply just not deal. "They said you were in critical condition after a mugging gone wrong."

"That's to say a mugging ever goes right?"

"Shut up." He snapped, but it held no real authority; he sounded weak, frightened, and Mike turned to slide his other arm around him and hug him tightly before the elevator doors opened. Harvey took a moment to just hold him, breathe him in, and remind himself that everything was alright – Mike was here, with him, alive and well. "So I went to the hospital and... you were there."

Mike didn't respond for a while. He just stayed inside the other's arms even when the doors closed again. "What do you mean?" He prompted eventually, when it became clear that Harvey wasn't going to be able to continue the story on his own.

"I mean you were there." He ground out, unable to hide his frustration. He was freaking out and he knew it. "You were in the hospital bed, all patched up, unconscious, and on goddamn life support, Mike." The embrace quickly became almost too bright, and the one anxiously soft words became a loud, trembling mess in Mike's ear.

After a moment, Mike replied, "That doesn't make sense. The guy was beat up, are you sure he didn't just resemble me?"

Tears were threatening, but the lawyer was able to hold onto what bit of sanity he had left. "I know you, Mike."

"And that's where we're going?" He pulled away, pressing the door open button and keeping an arm securely around the other's waist in a protective gesture. The man was falling apart beside him.

Harvey nodded feverishly, unable to say anything more, and surprised, frankly, that he'd made it that far in his explanation. But Mike was with him, and knowing that, he could do anything.

SUITS

"Ok."

"Ok?"

Mike took a deep breath before continuing. "He looks exactly like me." He ghosted a hand over the patients jaw, unable to help himself, but afraid to really touch him at the same time. "This is totally freakin' weird."

The doctor came in then, and seemed pleasantly surprised to see them there. "Mr Specter, how are you?"

"I'm not really sure how to answer that, Doctor Trent."

The doctor nodded, tucking a stray strand of greying black hair behind his ear. "Did you have any questions for me?"

"Progress?" He sounded like he was trying to sound indifferent, and it was blatantly obvious to all of them – including himself – that he was completely shaken.

"Not much, I'm afraid. He's officially a coma patient, and although we've stopped the bleeding in his brain and are doing what we can, it's mostly just up to him now." He seemed apologetic enough. Harvey supposed this is where most people would yell at him, tell him to do more, and be completely in denial. Harvey settled for a compliant nod. "I'm sorry to ask you this, but have you come to a decision?"

Mike shot him a look, and immediately Harvey regretted leaving details out. Not that it had been the main burden on his mind. In fact, he'd completely forgotten about it once he arrived back at the apartment. "Right." He muttered. "Can you give us a moment?"

The doctor smiled reassuringly, and glanced between the lawyer and his bed ridden employee before leaving the room.

"Are you ok?"

"Ok? Am I ok? What decision are you supposed to make?"

"Whether or not to pull the plug. The report says his chances of waking up are slim to none, that he's made absolutely no progress, and can't be taken off life support."

"You don't even know him!"

"You think I don't know that?" They were shouting at each other now. Why were they shouting? Harvey sighed again, and put his arms out to Mike, letting him decide whether or not he was ready to calm down and accept comfort – really it was mostly Harvey who needed comforting, but he wasn't about to admit that. Mike sighed as well, and stepped forward to settle back into Harvey's arms, feeling safer than he had since they walked through the front door. There was just something about the older man that could make everything that was wrong in the world right.

When the doctor came back in – they really had no idea how long he'd been gone for, they were so lost in each other – they stepped apart to greet him. The doctor had barely been in the room for more than three seconds when Harvey's eyes went wide and the air left him. He was choking, his insides were running in circles inside of him, and his blood ran a sub zero temperature. Mike didn't look to be doing any better. The doctor on the other hand, who had just walked through Mike like he wasn't even there, was standing behind Harvey, checking the sleeping Mike over again.

"Mr Specter?"

He couldn't respond. He was staring – no, blanching – and Mike, who had stepped up beside the doctor with a look of absolute bewilderment and stretched his arm out, and through the doctor. Harvey was going to be sick. "Give him more time. I've gotta go." And then he was out of the room, Mike chasing after him and wrapping himself around Harvey's arm the second he caught up.

"Harvey-" He choked out. Was the doctor a ghost? Had they just been speaking to a ghost? But then a nurse carrying a stack of papers stepping into him, and the papers were sent scattered across the floor.

Immediately – shock put away for the moment – Harvey and Mike both bent down to assist her in collecting the documents. She thanked Harvey as he handed her the papers, apologizing for her clumsiness, and snatching at the papers in Mike's hand, saying something about the damn fans blowing too hard.

"Harvey?" Mike asked casually, but with a slightly higher pitch than usual.

"Yeah?" They were standing, waiting for the elevators in the hallways that smelled both sterile and diseased at the same time.

"How come you're the only person I can touch?"

Harvey's lips formed a tight, thin line, and he grabbed Mike's hand roughly, squeezing so tight it was painful but not caring in the slightest. "Let's go."