He was in that foggy world again, the darkness that had claimed him now only bordering his vision. He felt nothing, his body numb. He was confused at first, his mind blank as he stared at the white fog that danced in front of him, then he remembered his parents. He searched frantically, trying to find them, trying to find anyone. He was alone, but in his mind, abandoned. They had been there and told him no.

He shook his head and kept searching. He didn't care who he found. He would even settle on Louis's devious face, if he had to. He swatted at the white fog as it seemed to get thicker and wrap around his legs. It began to clear, but suddenly he couldn't move his arms anymore. He struggled and fought to get free, but the darkness was closing in and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Harvey sat in the small ICU room that Mike had been settled in, along with Donna who refused to leave. Trevor had left after a few orders from Harvey to start trying to find the guy that was responsible for this, without getting shot in the process. Harvey sat by Michael's bed, Donna in the chair next to his, and was staring at the newspaper, the words appearing like black and white gibberish. He wanted to be out looking for the guy that did this, but he couldn't bring himself to leave until he was sure Michael was going to pull through.

"Harvey." Donna's whisper brought him back to realty.

"Yeah?"

"He's moving."

Harvey was instantly on his feet, but he straightened out his suit and buttoned his jacket to feel as if he was in control. Donna stayed seated, letting Harvey have all the space the small room would allow. Harvey was standing beside the bed, looking down at Mike. He listened to the machines that beeped rhythmically and the whooshing sound of the ventilator as it supplied his associate with oxygen through a tube. Harvey stared down at the pale, and damned if he'd admit it, small ,almost vulnerable form of his associate, and waited for him to move, but nothing ever happened. He was about to sit down when the heart monitor started to beep faster. He quickly turned his attention to the younger man.

"Mike?"

Michael's eyes were moving frantically under closed eyelids, his face twisted in pain and fear. Harvey also noticed that Michael's fingers were twitching. He looked up at Donna, expectantly.

"Harvey, talk to him." Donna insisted. Harvey rolled his eyes and gave an uncomfortable smirk.

"The doctor said he might be able to hear us. He needs to know he's not alone." She told him, with a knowing look.

"We're talking now, so if he can hear us he knows we're here."

Harvey dismissed, shrugging his shoulders and putting his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, bickering about talking to him." Donna countered. She eyed him once more, then stood up and made her way towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get some coffee. I'll be back soon." Donna stated.

"What? No, I'll-"

"Talk to him." Donna ordered, then closed the door behind her.

Harvey stared at the door for a few seconds, debating on following her, but the heart monitor sped up again, shutting the door on any possiblity for Harvey to leave.

Trevor sat on the couch in his apartment staring at the brief case on the coffee table. He held his head in his hands and tried to breathe normally. He had almost caused his best friend's death and there was still a possibility he could die. In one quick motion he stood up and shoved everything off the table, but it didn't end there. He started knocking over anything in his path, punching the wall and smashing anything breakable. He took one last swing at a painting on the wall, one that Mike had always liked, and punched a hole through the canvas. His knuckles connected with the wall behind it and he cried out in pain, sinking to the floor. He noticed the skin on his hand was peeled back, but it had no affect on him. He ran his hands through his hair, then grabbed hand fulls of it and pulled. He screamed and kicked, his body twisting as if someone was attacking him. After several minutes, he stopped and laid in the floor staring up at the ceiling. His chest heaved with every breath he took and tears threatened to fall, but he wouldn't let them. Michael wasn't dead, so he felt he could still fix this. He was regaining his composure when his cellphone rang.

He fumbled it in his hands before he answered. He took a deep breath, not recognizing the number.

"Hello?"

"Tomorrow. The Keller Building. Eleven O'clock." A gravelly voice filtered through the phone. "Don't be late. Bring the briefcase."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." Trevor tried to play, but the fear in his voice didn't go unnoticed.

"I thought when my collegue took out your friend, you'd learn that we don't play games, Trevor. Word on the street is the kid's a fighter. I'd hate to have to finish him off, after all he's been through."

"If you touch him, I'll-"

"You'll what, kid? Face it, it's either you or your friend. But it'll be both if you don't bring me my breifcase."

Trevor swallowed hard.

"Be a man, kid. Do your friend a favor, and own up to what you did."

Before Trevor could respond, he heard the call end.

Harvey, hands still in his pockets, leaned back in a stretching manner and gave a long sigh when he was standing up straight again. He swallowed and clenched his jaw before taking a step closer to the bed. He laid his left forearm down on the bedrail and grabbed a hold of the rail with his right hand. He glanced back at the door to make sure no one was going to come in, then back down at his associate.

He cleared his throat.

"You really know how to be a pain in the ass, don't you?" Harvey asked, trying to lighten the situation, but when Mike didn't react, Harvey let his smirk fall.

"The doctor said you have a good chance of coming out this and making a full recovery." Although the doctor had told them the chances were fifty to fifty, Harvey recalled Mike saying 'People hear what they want to hear' so, he just told himself exactly that. "You just have to wake up first."

Harvey swallowed uncomfortably.

"You lost a lot of blood, they're trying to give you some through transfusion so we don't have to mummify you." Harvey, always quick with smart remarks, regretted saying it the second it came out of his mouth. "They're afriad of bloodclots...or something. I don't know, I'm not a doctor."

Harvey dismissed the conversation about Mike's health, because if it was making Harvey feel uncomfortable, it was probably doing the same to Mike, if he could hear him. He ran a hand across his face, then placed it back on the bedrail. He watched Mike's eyes move rapidly under his eyelids and his fingers twitch frantically. For a second, he had some sort of instinct to reach out to him, but he shook it off.

"Listen...I don't know if uh, you can hear me or not. Donna is pretty convinced you can. She's here by the way, getting a damn cup of coffee." Harvey mumbled the last part. "I'm here too, obviously." He paused for a second trying to think of something to say. "We'll be here, you know when you wake up. Not forever, otherwise I'll end up filing lawsuits against every staff member and patient here, for one thing or another. As good as that would do me, I really don't have the time to do the paperwork since my associate is being a lazy ass."

Harvey realized he was rambling and probably not saying anything encouraging.

"I'm going to go find Donna, but we will be here when you wake up." Harvey said, as he put his hands back in his pockets. He walked towards the door and pulled it open. Before he left, he turned around and looked at Michael one last time.

"You, damn well, better wake up." He mumbled, then left the room.

Once out in the hall, he pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number.

"What?" An irritated voice came through the phone.

"Excuse me?" Harvey replied angrily.

"Oh, Harvey. Sorry, I thought you were someone else." Trevor apologized.

"Like who? The man that shot Mike? Or the man you stole from?"

"Harvey, listen. It's not like that."

"Oh really? So that guy in the alley, when he said he was going to teach you a lesson about stealing from him, he really meant that he wanted to go out for drinks?"

"No. Look, mind your own buisiness. I'm going to handle it."

Harvey clenched his jaw and made a fist with his hand in his pocket.

"First, you can't handle anything, because if you could your friend wouldn't be fighting for his life right now. Second, this is my business. Michael may be your friend, but he's my associate and I'm responisible for him. Unlike you, I take my responisbilities seriously and I don't let people take the fall for me."

"Well I guess that's why Mike respects you so much."

Harvey heard Trevor hang up and tried to keep his anger in. Thankfully, Donna came up behind him.

"Donna, stay with Mike."

"Where are you going?" She asked, now standing in front of him.

"I have some business to take care of." Harvey replied, his jaw almost clenched. He stepped around Donna and walked into Mike's room. He stood in the doorway and looked at his associate for a minute, then turned back around to Donna.

"Call me if anything changes with him."

Donna nodded.

"Mike cares about Trevor, Harvey." She said.

"Donna, Trevor is the reason Mike's fighting for his life." Harvey countered.

"He's also the reason you're fighting for it, too."

"So what? You just want to wait around till the guy that did this comes back to finish the job?" Harvey asked, motioning his arm towards Mike.

"No. I'm just saying that you should take into consideration that Michael knew what Trevor was into, yet he still tried to help him." Donna said, walking up Harvey and placing a hand on the right side of his chest. "I want the kid to get his ass kicked just as much you want to be the one to do it, but I think it should wait until this whole thing is resolved."

Harvey waited a moment. Once again, he tried to take the prone form of his associate on the hospital bed with a tube down his throat and what seemed like a hundred wires attatched to his body.

Still looking Mike, he said, "Like I said, call me if anything changes with him."

"Since Mike can't say it, I'll say it for him. 'I know you care about him'." Donna gave a small smile and sat down in the chair beside Mike's bed.

Harvey just rolled his eyes as he exited the room, unsure of what he was going to do.

AN: Thank you for all the reviews and putting this story on your alerts and favorites! Since I'll be going on a road trip for a week I wanted to give you guys one more chapter before I left, so I hope it that you enjoyed it! Feedback is greatly appreciated, so feel free to let me know what you think! Thanks for reading! :)