After that, Mike seemed to cheer up, albeit slowly, and it wasn't long at all before his room began to resemble an office with a bed. The small table in the corner was soon buried beneath papers and folders, one of the chairs drowned in spare suits. By now the nurses were used to coming in and seeing the two men wrapped up in their work, though it did come as a surprise one day when a different doctor came in to check on him, and found them both on the bed, Harvey's arm draped lazily around Mikes shoulder and the associate slotted into the crook of his boss' body as though they were the last jigsaw pieces in a puzzle.

They were both discussing something from a thick file, random sheets of paper scattered over their laps in some sort of chaotic order. With a short throat clearing to announce himself, the doctor returned Mike's smile, although a little curtly, as he went about checking his notes. Leaning slightly closer to Harvey, Mike muttered something, causing an amused smirk to spread across the lawyers face moments later. Though it was diluted a second later when Mike was addressed, his doctor taking a seat on the other side of the bed, his clipboard in hand.

"Sorry to…interrupt, gentlemen" Picking up on his tone, the two immediately swapped glances with suppressed smiles as Mike forced himself to pay attention. Unruffled, he continued, scanning over the most recent page in the notes in front of him.

"It says here, Mr Ross, that you've been suffering headaches over the past day or two"

"Yeah, yeah, it's um – kind of around here" Mike gestured to the right side of his head toward the back. "It comes and goes, but it's worse at night-" A low noise of acknowledgement was the only indication that he'd even heard what Mike was saying. With another glance at Mike, Harvey spoke up, his tone more serious this time, authoritive as usual.

"Is there anything we should be concerned about?" As he finished his sentence, the doctor lifted his head, his pen paused on the last word of the line.

"No. I don't expect so. Everything seems to be fine – it says here your wrist is healing nicely"

"Yeah, it feels much-"

"I'll be in again tomorrow, see how you're doing then" It didn't sound nearly as comforting as he hopefully meant it to, and as he got to his feet and headed for the door, Harvey watched him go, expression suspicious. As the door clicked shut, he gave Mikes shoulder a quick squeeze, before getting up from the bed and following after the aging man.

"Harvey, where're you-"

"I'll be back in a minute"

"But why are you…" When the door closed for the second time, Mike just sighed to himself. "…going after him."

It didn't take long for Harvey to catch the doctor, who both didn't seem surprised that he'd been followed and yet none too happy that he had been. He looked down at Harvey through condescending grey eyes, lips pressed into the firm line of someone who's been a professional one decade too long and have long since banished the word 'leisure' to the dictionary.

"Was there something you needed, Mr Specter?"

"Yes – I want answers, and I want them now."

"Well we can't always get what we want, now can we? I'm sorry, but I'm aware of what you're about to ask, and I'm afraid I can't tell you anything" Bringing his voice down a tad, Harvey didn't lose eye contact for a second as he shot back;

"That's bullshit and you know it – there's something you're not telling him."

"Nothing concrete as of yet – or would you rather I made him sit there worrying for longer than was necessary?"

"What are you hiding from him? Keeping him in the dark-"

"Is the best solution until the results of this afternoon's scan come back to us. When he's had that, then I will divulge any new information I have to him"

"Quit skirting round the issue here – I don't give a crap about what you're going to tell or not tell him later, because I'll be there with him. What I care about right now is the fact you're holding back information that he has every right to know"

"But, you don't." Harvey's eyes narrowed, lip twitching into a momentary snarl.

"I've been here for the past week and half, day and night. He has no other family, I'm his only-"

"Yes, so you said when he was first brought in. But that doesn't change the fact that you're not listed as his next of kin. You could be surgically attached to his hip and it wouldn't make me any more likely to update you before the patient himself."

"His name is Mike"

"And I have other patients – I will see Mr Ross at three for his MRI" Before he could think of anything clever and sharp to retort, the doctor was back on his way down the hallway, leaving the lawyer frustrated and angry. When he got back to Mikes room, he couldn't help but let the door slam behind him, immediately making Mike think the worst.

"…What happened? What did he say?"

"Nothing."

"Harvey-"

"Nothing, he said nothing. He wouldn't tell me anything."

"Was it because you're not family?"

"Yeah…why wouldn't you have me as your emergency contact, Mike? I would have thought I'd be the obvious choice" Mike just shrugged.

"I don't know…I guess it'd be a strange thing to ask at the office, and you're…well, you" With a frown, Harvey looked over.

"Excuse me?" Blue eyes widened slightly when he realized how what he just said sounded.

"No, I just meant – you're busy. Like, all the time. I know you'd want to know if I was sent in here…"

"You're damn right I'd want to know! I'd be here in a minute if I got the call, you know that don't you?"

"We've been living together for the past two weeks. I'm guessing if you didn't want to be here, your spare suits wouldn't be on the chair over there"

"I'm serious, Mike"

"So am I. I just…I know I've been a pain in the ass to you, and I wouldn't want you to have to come rescue me from the big bad emergency room unless the situation really called for it. And I know what hospitals are like; they get the next of kin to come in if you so much as cough outta tune…" Shaking his head, after a moment Harvey let himself smile a little, Mike mirroring the expression across the room. As he was joined on the bed once again, a small, pained noise escaped him as a jolt of pain suddenly crackled through one side of Mikes head. As always, there was a brief intermission before the same thing happened again, a little worse this time. Holding a hand gingerly to his head, Mike just leaned into Harvey again, eye shutting in an attempt to block out the pain as Harvey's hand found his, entwining this fingers with Mikes against his scalp.