Disclaimer: I do not own Person of Interest.
Harold Finch couldn't bear losing him so yes, he bought a hospital and yes he ordered the best of the best to take care of his man-in-the-suit. When the head surgeon came out, clothes dripping and splattered with Mr. Reese's blood, Harold felt like he was going to throw up. But he stood up crookedly and looked the man in the eyes instead. "He died for two minutes but we brought him back. Then we started surgery and he died again for three minutes during the surgery. We brought him back but there are things that happen when someone dies." The doctor said tactlessly
"Is he ok now?" Harold asked in a clipped tone.
"He's in a coma. We're sorry but we won't have anything else until he wakes...if he does." The doctor said before he muttered an apology and something about doing all they could before shuffling off. Harold slid back into his seat, his hands were shaking and he felt like he couldn't breathe. His world was crashing down around him. When he'd recovered slightly he went to find out where John's room was. When he'd finally returned to his warrior, his fighter, he sat next to him, in a chair, clutched his hand in both of his, put his head down on the top of their hands, and cried. He cried until he had no tears left, until he had to go to the bathroom to throw up, until he had hiccups and trouble breathing.