As the hours became days, it quickly became apparent that Mike's memory wasn't going to improve any time soon. Harvey posed more questions to him, but each one was met with variations of the same answer. He brought in old case files, anything that might jog Mike's memory. But eventually, Mike stopped trying to recall anything, his frustration starting to show through the cracks.

"Harvey, just drop it…It's probably permanent, no point in wasting your breath"

"I'm not wasting anything – and it's the 'probably' that has me worried. Hence, the old cases-"

"Why're you bothering?" Harvey stopped pacing for a moment, and turned round towards the bed. Mike was looking out of the window, despondent eyes not really focusing on anything .

"What kind of question is that? I want you to get better, to start remembering again"

"Yeah, and I asked why" Frowning, Harvey went to the bedside, sinking slowly onto the bed. Mike didn't bother facing him at first – it was only when he felt a hand rubbing his arm softly that he eventually turned to him.

"If my memory's shot, then I can't work for you anymore. You might as well start looking for my replacement…"

"This isn't permanent, Mike. You'll get over this, and you'll be back at your cubicle working for me in no time." Mike didn't look convinced, but he didn't say anything else for a few minutes, instead just watched as Harvey collected some of the loose papers that littered the bed.

"I'm only useful to you for my memory. If it doesn't come back-"

"Mike, stop it"

"If it doesn't come back, what'll happen then? I mean, there's no way you'll be able to keep me on as your associate. I'll be useless to you-"

"I said stop." Returning to his side, Harvey sat down, closer to Mike this time, his hand clasped to the side of his neck gently but firmly, forcing Mike to look at him.

"Your memory isn't the only thing you're good for, and don't ever think you can be replaced so easily." Mike shot him a defensive look.

"But it wouldn't be impossible"

"Yeah, it would actually. You're irreplaceable to me, Mike"

"But not to the firm." In a rarely seen moment, Harvey was at a loss of what to say. Looking to the side, Mike added quietly;

"You know it's true, Harvey. You've gotta consider what'll happen if-"

"I don't have to do anything. You're going to be fine, you're just jumping to the worst possible conclusion"

"Can you blame me..? I'd probably agree with you a week ago, but it's been that long and still nothing."

"You have to give it time"

"How much? A month? Two, three?" Sighing in frustration, Harvey pulled his hand away as he got to his feet, approaching the window and pushing his hands into his pockets loosely. A small part of Mike felt bad, but in all honesty he was scared. He was terrified that he'd be stuck like this and he'd lose his job and, in turn, Harvey as well. Although he hadn't worked as hard as others to get to where he was, the life he'd become accustomed to was a hairs breadth away from falling apart, and just thinking about that possibility forced Mike to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths. He hated being stuck in this damned hospital, hated only being able to remember past events clearly and having everything else foggy and disjointed. Hated keeping Harvey from his work, although he'd been the one to insist on staying here with him. It seemed like hours of quiet between them before Mike tentatively tried speaking again.

"Harvey..?"

"Mmm"

"I'm sorry, I just…" Palms turned up, Mike tried to string a decent sentence together as Harvey waited, watching patiently as Mike continued.

"…I'm scared, and…I don't know, I'm having a hard time thinking positively right now when the only useful set of numbers I can remember is my birthday" That made Harvey smirk a little, though this time when he went and sat down, and slipped his hand into Mikes, the younger man didn't discourage him.

"You consider your birthday useful..?" Glancing up, Mike couldn't help but smile a little in return.

"You know what I mean…" Giving his hand a squeeze, Harvey's expression became a little more sincere.

"I know you're worried – but there's nothing we can do but wait. So what if it's a few more days, or a week or two? You'll get your memory back. You have to believe that"

"Harvey Specter, lecturing someone on 'believing' – what's next? You're caught hugging a client?"