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Michael always thought getting shot would hurt, physically hurt, but the pain he felt wasn't physical. It was emotional pain, deep inside his heart and in his racing mind. He hurt for all the things he never got to experience and all the promises he never fulfilled. He hurt for his grandmother, the woman who raised him and made him into the man he is, or was, today. He hurt for his parents, who gave life to him but lost their own a few years later. He hurt for Trevor, his best friend who he knew would blame himself for this for the rest of his life, however long it was. But surprisingly, he hurt most for Harvey, the man that stuck his neck out for him, gave him a life he never thought he could have and the man who was kneeling before him, desperately trying to keep his life in that was seeping out in crimson red.

Trevor never thought he would lose Michael. Even as his best friend sank to the ground, he still had not registered that Mike had been shot. Harvey's shouts went unheard by his ears as he stood stock still unable to function. For a brief second, he wondered if this is what Michael felt like when he lost his parents, but his thoughts were interrupted when his best friend's screams pierced his ears.

Michael's body jerked back from the sound of the shot, but he stumbled when the bullet tore through his flesh. He was vaguely aware of the gunman running off, as Harvey swam in his vision. He swayed and tried to swallow thickly. The feeling of warmth started to spread across his abdomen, and he knew that's where the bullet had lodged. He wanted to see it, to see what damage had been done. He felt nothing, body completely numb, as he put his hand over the wound. It was then he felt his legs buckle beneath him and send him to the pavement on his knees. His body started to pitch forward until strong hands caught him.

He could barely raise his head to look at his rescuer, but he managed all the same. He had always wanted to see what a concerned, caring Harvey looked like, but the second he did he regretted it. Harvey was supposed to be in control, unbreakable and unbeatable. For a second, Michael was stuck in despondency as he looked at the man in front of him. It wasn't until he saw his surroundings changing as Harvey forced him to lay down, that he brought out of it, but he wanted nothing more than to remain in it when he regained feeling in his body.

Harvey dropped to his knees in front of Michael, catching his associate by the arms to keep him from falling forward. Michael stared at him with glassy eyes, a look of desolation in them. Harvey was caught in them, unable to shake the fear he felt, but he knew he had to act fast. He mindlessly shouted at Trevor to call an ambulance, unsure if his commands were being fulfilled, but he couldn't bring himself to look away from Michael, afraid that the split second he did, would be the split second Michael slipped away.

As gently as he could, he forced the younger man to lay down on his back on the pavement, then applied pressure to the wound. The second he did, he wished he was anywhere else than kneeling beside his dying associate in an alleyway as the younger man twisted and groaned in pain as Harvey pressed down on the bullet.

"Stay still, Mike." His voice was forceful, and he prided himself for giving the command without his voice wavering. Wide, glassy eyes looked up at him and hands lightly swatted at his.

"No, Mike. Stop. I gotta keep pressure on it or you're going to bleed to death." Harvey informed. He regretted it when he saw fear flash across the paling man's face and felt it in his own chest. He tried to make up for it.

"But you're not going to bleed to death, because I still have to kick your ass and you owe me a new suit." Harvey smirked, though he didn't feel it, but Mike snorted which turned into a pained groan.

"But...I stayed...here, just like...you told me...too." Michael tried to counter but didn't realize how it sounded until guilt stole Harvey's brave facade.

"It's...not your...fault."

"Of course it isn't. I didn't shoot you." Harvey tried to recover. He looked down at the wound and noticed blood seeping between his fingers. He pressed down harder and turned around to see Trevor running their way.

"Where the hell is the ambulance?"

"They're on their way." Trevor shakily replied, now standing over them. His face as pale as Michael's.

Mike, once again, tried to bat Harvey's hands away when he pressed harder on his wound.

"Stop." He pleaded. "Please, stop."

"Grab his hands." Harvey ordered Trevor.

He kneeled down on the other side of Mike and grabbed his hands. He choked a little when his friend's hands slipped in his from the blood.

"Easy, Mike. You're gonna be ok, bro." Trevor tried to reassure. He watched his friend relax a little, but then Mike started to close his eyes.

"Hey!" Trevor slapped Mike on the cheek. "Stay awake, Mike."

"I'm...tired." Mike slurred.

"I know, but you gotta stay awake just a little longer. Come on, man." Trevor encouraged.

"Tr...Trevor?" Michael looked up at his best friend, eyes widened slightly.

"Yeah?"

"Take care...of Jenny." Michael said, pausing a moment to cough painfully. "And my...g-grandmother."

"I'll take care of Jenny, you know I will. But you're still going to take care of your grandmother, you can't leave her Mike. She can't lose her grandson, too."

Harvey raised an eyebrow at Trevor's words.

"I-I'm sorry. Please, tell her...I-I'm sorry."

Michael was fading fast, and Harvey couldn't do a damn thing to stop it.

"Dammit. Where the hell is the ambulance?" Harvey demanded. By some great miracle, sirens could be heard in the distance. Trevor and Harvey shared a look before turning their attention back to Mike.

"You hear that Mike?" Trevor asked, but fear twisted his heart in his throat as he saw that Michael's eyes were closed.

"Mike? Michael!" Harvey shouted. "Dammit, Michael. Stay with us."

He hadn't seen them in so long.

They looked just like the photograph he had carried with him all his life. His mother was just as beautiful as he remembered, kindness and love rolling off of her in waves. His father showing the same maternal affection, and looking very teacher-like. He wanted to run to them, for them to accept him in their arms, but each step he took they appeared farther and farther away. Then, Harvey appeared. Telling him, threatening him, pleading him to stay. Harvey disappeared and he tried to reach his parents again, but Harvey appeared again. This time right in front of him.

"No, Michael."

His voice was muffled, despite the fact he was standing in front of him. Michael shook his head and his boss was gone. He looked up to see his parents standing not even ten feet away, but when he started once more in their direction, it was his father who spoke.

"No, son." His father's order was firm, but kind. Then, the foggy world they were in, swirled and Michael met darkness.

Harvey sat in one of the plastic chairs in the empty hospital waiting room. He sat forward, arms resting on his knees as he rung his hands together. Donna, who had brought him a change of clothes since his were covered in blood, sat beside him silently. Trevor mindlessly paced back and forth, not saying a word other than calling someone on the phone, who Harvey guessed was the girl Mike had asked Trevor to take care of.

"He's been in surgery a long time. Do you think he's ok? Oh God, he can't die, I-"

Trevor started to rant but Harvey cut him.

"Let me tell you something." Harvey stood, taking two steps and loomed over Trevor. His voice was dangerously low. "The only reason he's in there and not you, is because he refused to leave you high and dry. He came to save your ass, again, and look what he gets for it. But you better start praying real hard that he comes through this, not only because he's your friend, but because if he doesn't, the guy that's after you will become the least of your worries. Michael may be quick to forgive all the shit you've caused, but I sure as hell won't be."

Trevor swallowed thickly. "Y-yes, Sir."

"Now, sit down and start thinking of a way we can find the guy that did this, before I hang you out like bait to draw him out." Harvey ordered, then sat back down next to Donna, crossing one leg over the other. "And you better hope that the bullshit story of a random mugging you gave to the police, holds up."

Trevor nodded his head and sat down.

"That was a little harsh." Donna whispered.

Harvey just shrugged.

"Family of Mike Ross?" A haggard doctor called from the doorway.

All three stood up instantly and waited for the news.

AN: AHH, I know I'm awful for ending it there! But the next chapter will answer questions and even create some new ones. I'm going on a road trip for the next week, so if the next chapter isn't up tomorrow, I'll post it as soon as possible! Feedback is greatly appreciated, so let me know what you think! Thanks for reading! :)