For a second or two, Harvey's first thought was that Mike was joking. But every moment that the confused, slightly panicked look on his face didn't fade was a moment closer to Harvey realizing he was in fact being serious.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No – no, I'm not."

"You have to be – you were fine last night."

"I haven't been 'fine' since- well, this" He gestured vaguely to his face and cast.

"You know what I mean" The reply was accompanied by a dismissive wave of the hand as Harvey got to his feet, pushing one hand onto his hip as the other rubbed at the back of his neck. Turning back to Mike, he decided to nip this worrying new theory in the bud.

"Where do you work?" Mike stayed quiet, just looking at Harvey like a child being told to do something out of its understanding. His boss just repeated himself, focusing on Mike as the question registered again.

"Answer me." After a long pause, Mike had to look away, and a moment later, just gave Harvey a helpless shrug.

"…I have no idea"

"Who do you work for?"

"…You?" The fact that it sounded like a guess offered little comfort. Alarm bells were deafening in Harvey's mind.

"What did I ask you to research last night, before you were jumped?" Mike went to answer, mouth open, but it was empty of words.

"…The client?"

"Yes, but what about them? I asked you to look into something specific, what was it?"

"…I don't know"

"Yes, you do – come on Mike, think"

"I am"

"And?"

"I-I don't know – I don't know, just…stop looking at me like that"

The look Mike was referring to was one of genuine concern and a grave seriousness. Coming back to the bed, Harvey took his original place back, hands out in a mediating gesture.

"Okay, let's try something else. How do I take my coffee?"

"I don't even know how I take my coffee"

"What's Rachel's last name?"

"..I don't know – I don't even know who that is…I mean, I do – I can picture her, but it's cloudy…" Another question came to Harvey, though as much as he wanted to ask it, he wasn't sure he was ready for the predicted answer.

"What's my name?" Finally, Mike looked at the older man, wide, bruised eyes searching Harvey's face as though the answer would just appear across his forehead. But, nothing came to him. It was just white noise inside his head. He knew the answer –of course he did, he worked for the guy – but the fact that all that was coming out of his mouth were quick, anxious breaths didn't do anything to settle the panic rising in his chest.

"…I, um…I-I don't…I don't know, it's…No, I do, I do know it…shit…"

"It's okay, it's alright. Don't worry about it" A short, dry laugh forced its way out of Mike's throat, expression suspended in disbelief.

"Great, okay, well how about you forget the names of everyone you know and pretty much
everything you need for your job, and we'll see how easy it is for you to stop-"

"Alright, okay, calm down."
"'Calm down' – classic…" There were tears pricking at the corners of Mikes eyes which he was trying to keep from showing themselves. Names were bad enough, but the more he tried to think of anything Law-related, absolutely anything…well, absolutely nothing came up. Just, white noise. Seeing how upset he was getting, Harvey reached a hand up behind Mike's neck, and gently pulled him forward a little, their foreheads bumping together. His other hand found Mike's just as easily, though as soon as their fingers entwined Mike squeezed as though he never meant to let go. Harvey could only place a tiny kiss to his forehead, before replacing his own in its stead.

"You're going to be fine, Mike. You'll get through this, and I'll be right here with you."