With all the dangers of being a cyclist, it's a surprise Mike never had an accident while riding to work. Well, I decided to change that and bring some good old fashioned hurtMike with his bike. Hope you enjoy!

Mike was late. And not only was he late for work, but also for bringing the documents he promised Harvey would be on his desk by 8am. Unfortunately, Mike had stayed up half the night preparing them, only to pass out on the couch as soon as he had gotten it done. That had led him here, rushing through his apartment as he gathered everything he needed before he bolted out the door.

He had 20 minutes to get the documents to Harvey before he got his ass laid out for being late. He was confident he could do it, but he was going to have to haul ass on his bike in order for it to happen.

Mike raced down the clogged streets of the city, easily weaving in and out of the bumper to bumper morning traffic. He was making good time too. In another two minutes he'd be pulling up outside of the office, a sly 5 minutes before his deadline with Harvey.

Just down the road, Mike noticed that the light had turned green, as if calling him on, cheering for him to make it in time. At this, Mike only peddled faster.

Too late. He noticed a split second too late that traffic had stopped before the intersection, the other side of the lights backed up. In this gap, a driver waiting to turn left seized the opportunity to make their turn, right as Mike sailed through the intersection.

As if by fate, they crossed paths at the same time. Mike tried to brake, but it was no use. He saw the car the moment they saw him, right as their bumper hit his left side and sent him flying off his bike, rolling across the rough asphalt with enough force to push all the air out of his lungs.

His saving grace had been the fact that the car was turning. They had only just begun to pick up speed, so most of the momentum came from how fast Mike was cycling. That didn't mean, however, that the hit hadn't hurt. Mike was in a state of shock at the moment, but he knew that as soon as it wore off he'd be feeling the impact the car's bumper had made.

Mike rolled so that he was on his back, facing the blue sky that was spinning above him. He blinked hard, willing the world to stop moving as he coughed, his lungs trying to work but spasming instead. He knew he needed to calm down, slow his breathing so that the air would flow through his lungs, but the shock of the impact was still reeling through him.

All of a sudden, a woman appeared, frantic as she stood over him. Mike tried to listen to what she was saying, but the world had taken on a high-pitched ringing. It was only after a minute of him trying to breathe, his lungs finally getting the message, that he took in a deep rasping breath and the sounds of the world flooded back in.

"-my god. I'm calling an ambulance!" A shrill voice cut through. Mike noticed that the words matched the lips of the woman who was standing over him. He realized that it must have been her who hit him. He also realized, with much more dismay, that a crowd had formed around him and that he was still splayed on the ground.

"No-" he grunted, moving to sit up and wincing at the soreness already ripping through his body. "No ambulances, I'm fine. I have to get to work."

He finally got to his feet and almost faltered as his left knee gave a sharp twinge of pain. But, it held steady and he was able to stand to his full height. He took a moment to see where his body was injured and to his surprise, nothing felt too bad. Aside from his left knee that was twinging, the rest of his body only felt bruised, his hands scraped from where they had rubbed against the road. Overall, he considered himself lucky. His head hadn't even hit the ground when he fell.

The woman was pale, tears streaming down her frantic face. "Sir, you shouldn't be up! You could have a spine injury. Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you. I was just trying to turn in the gap. If I-"

Mike cut her off. "Ma'am it's fine. I know it was an accident. I'm fine, really. Just some scrapes and bruises. I am late for work, though, so I really need to get going."

She seemed surprised by his calm demeanour, staring at him for a few seconds in disbelief. "But…but I just hit you with my car. Don't you want my insurance or to go to the hospital? And what about your bike? It's ruined."

She pointed to where one of the other spectators was holding his bike. She was right. The front wheel was bent, the petals crushed, and the right handlebar was snapped off from where it had impacted the ground.

"It's fine, I can get a new one."

Her eyebrows shot up as she laughed, short and almost hysterical as her emotions bubbled up. "Why are you so calm about this? I just hit you with my car. You could have died! And you're telling me I can't do anything for you?"

Mike turned to her, putting a smile on his face that he hoped put her at ease. "Tell you what. If you get rid of that bike for me, I'll call it even. I really do need to get to work. I'm definitely late now and my boss is going to kill me."

She stared, opening her mouth to say something but then closing it again as she reconsidered her words. "Wow, I hope your boss appreciates you. You just get hit by a car and all you're worried about is being late. But okay…" She trailed off and Mike realized they hadn't even exchanged names.

"I'm Mike," he supplied and she smiled.

"Okay, Mike. I'm Lisa. I'll get rid of your bike but I'm also giving you this." She reached into the purse she had gripped in her arm and pulled out her wallet, handing him a stack of hundreds.

Mike moved to protest but she cut him off.

"No, I insist. I almost killed you, it's the least I can do."

Mike took the money with a small smile. "Thank you, Lisa."

She shook her head, running a hand through her hair. "I can't believe I was just thanked for hitting someone with my car."

Mike just laughed, already starting to walk away. All in all, no harm was actually done. Sure, she had hit him and ruined his bike, but she gave him money and he was fine, so that's all that mattered. There was no point in getting upset. Plus, he was very late now and he knew for a fact Harvey would be waiting for him in his office.

Mike quickened his steps, wincing at the movement. His body, while sore, was manageable. The only real pain was in his left knee. He'd make sure to look at it later, but for now he'd pop a couple of Tylenol to make it through the day.

As the firm came into view, Mike checked to see if the documents were still secured in the bag strapped over his shoulder. To his relief, they were.

He jog-limped to the elevator and made his way up to the firm's floor. It was at that moment, however, that he realized that he looked, well, like he had been run over. Through the polished doors in the elevator he could see that his hair was a mess, his suit dirty, crumpled, and even ripped in a few places, and his hands were covered in blood from the scratches and dirt from the road. He knew his appearances would only raise questions so he decided to duck into the bathroom before he met with Harvey.

He took a moment to truly look himself over. For just being hit by a car, he didn't seem too bad. He noticed that he had a scratch on the right side of his face that he hadn't felt and that his suit was a bit more ripped than he first thought, but overall he came out better than he would have expected.

Mike turned the taps on and started to make himself more presentable. He washed his hands, hissing slightly as the soap entered the scrapes and then wet a paper towel and rubbed it over his face, cleaning the cut and any dirt. When his skin was clean, he straightened out his suit as best as he could, straightening his tie, before he smoothed out his hair. Then, before he shut off the taps, he rummaged around in his bag for his body of painkillers before he popped two in his mouth and washed them down with the running water.

With that done, he shut off the taps and took a step back. While the scrapes on his face and hands were visible, he looked a lot better than when he first walked in here.

Satisfied, Mike made his way out of the bathroom, his knee only faltering as he made the first step, and walked down to Harvey's office, documents in hand.

Harvey was sitting at his desk, typing on his computer. He didn't even look up as Mike walked in.

"You're late." Was all he said, continuing to type.

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. I had a little hiccup this morning, but I got the documents done."

He walked over and handed Harvey the files. Harvey flipped through them and placed them on his desk.

"I'd say great work, but I'm pretty sure I told you to have them to me by 8am. It's 8:30. And what do you mean hiccup? What could have possibly-"

Harvey cut himself off as he looked up for the first time, taking in Mike's appearance. Mike could see his eyes roaming over the scrapes on his face and hand, the rips and dirt that covered his suit, and the confusion that crossed his boss's face as he tried to understand what had happened.

"What the hell happened to you? You look like you chose a fight with the ground- and lost."

Mike gave a humorless laugh. "Ha ha very funny. If you must know, I fell off my bike."

Harvey raised an eyebrow. "You fell off your bike? What are you, 5? How do you fall off of your bike as an adult?"

Mike shook his head, not wanting to get into the details. "Never mind, it's not important. I have some stuff I need to get done before our meeting at noon."

Mike turned to leave but paused when Harvey said, "Not in that suit you're not."

Mike turned back around. "What?"

Harvey walked around his desk so that he was in front of Mike. "I can't have you going to our meeting looking like that. You represent the firm and this firm doesn't hire delinquents that don't know how to ride their bikes to work properly."

"Fine. But I don't have another suit here. I'll have to go back to my place and get another one."

"No you won't. Donna?" Harvey called, looking through the glass doors to the secretary's desk.

"Already on it," she replied, walking into the office with a fresh suit in her hands.

"How did you know Harvey was going to ask you to get me a new suit?" Mike questioned as she handed him the neatly folded bundle.

"Come on, I'm Donna. I know everything." She started to walk away but paused to turn back to look at him. "Plus, one look at that suit as you walked by my desk told me everything I needed to know."

Mike could only shake his head in reply, smiling slightly as he turned back to Harvey.

"You keep fresh suits in my size on hand?"

"You can never be too prepared when it comes to training a puppy."

Mike rolled his eyes and turned to leave, intent on changing suits and getting some work done. He made it as far as the door when Harvey called his name. When he turned his head, he could see the man staring intently at him.

"You're limping. What's wrong with your left leg?"

The question caught Mike by surprise. He thought he was hiding the pain in his knee well, but it was only getting worse the more he was up and walking. Along with that, he didn't think Harvey would care enough to question him on it.

"I'm fine. Must have pulled something when I fell off my bike."

Harvey didn't look convinced, but he didn't push the matter either. So on that note, Mike left the office back in the direction of the bathroom so he could change his suit.

Noon was fast approaching and Mike had barely gotten any work done. While the pain medication he had taken earlier had helped with the soreness of his body, his knee was only getting worse. It felt like someone was slowly driving a white-hot poker into his leg. Every time he had to get up to make a copy or fetch something, he was left in more pain than the last trip. It had gotten so bad that he had resided himself to stay at his desk, his knee stretched out in the only position that made the pain marginally better.

He was trying, for the fifth time, to read the page in front of him when Harvey approached.

"Let's go," he said as he walked to the front of Mike's desk, "Ray's waiting for us downstairs and the client is not going to be happy if we're late."

Mike nodded and stood, or attempted to at least. As soon as he put weight on his knee, he hissed in pain. He placed his hands on his desk as he breathed through the lightning that coursed from his knee and down his leg.

Harvey walked over and placed a hand on Mike's shoulder.

"Hey, you okay?" The concern in his boss's voice was genuine and a testament to how Mike must look.

Mike, in answer, sucked in a deep breath and stood, testing his knee. This time, while it still shot pain through his leg, it supported his weight and he was able to stand.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Must have just stood on it wrong."

Harvey didn't look convinced, but Mike wasn't about to let what happened to him ruin the meeting so he said, "I'm fine Harvey. Let's go before we're late."

He knew that Harvey still didn't believe him, but he let it go and they both made their way downstairs.

As they got off the elevators, Mike was regretting trying to tough it out. Each step he took was a hot knife into his knee. He knew his limp was getting worse and that Harvey had indeed noticed.

He was still determined to push through, focused on his breathing to control the pain, when his body had other ideas. They had just exited the building and had started on the stairs to the sidewalk when the sharpest pain yet coursed through Mike's knee. It was so painful that even his toes buzzed with the pain that was spreading like hot lava through his leg. He vaguely heard himself give a choked yell as his leg gave out entirely and he collapsed to the ground, hitting the stairs hard.

Harvey, hearing his yell, turned and rushed back up the few steps he had already descended.

"Mike what's wrong? What happened?" He asked, panic lining his face in a very un-Harvey like manner.

"My knee," Mike groaned, clutching his knee in his hands as he clenched his teeth.

"How exactly did you fall off your bike earlier?"

Mike didn't get to answer that question, as a woman's voice answered instead.

"I think I can shed some light on that."

Mike glanced up and saw that Lisa was standing by them, a wallet, his wallet, outstretched in her hands. Harvey took the wallet and stared, waiting for an answer.

"This morning, this young man was biking to work when I hit him. He insisted he was fine and that he needed to get to work since he was late. It was only after he left that I saw his wallet had fallen onto the road. There was a business card for this law office inside so I thought I'd bring it back." She wrung her hands nervously, looking at where Mike had his hands gripped on his knee. "I would have insisted he go to the hospital if I had known he was injured, but he said he was fine and he was so determined to get to work that I let him go. I really am sorry. This whole thing is my fault. I feel terrible."

Mike unclenched his jaw, wound tight from pain, to speak. "It's not your fault. It was an accident. And I left of my own free will. I'm sure you'll be extra careful in the future, so don't guilt yourself over this."

She nodded. "Thank you Mike. And I promise I will be extremely careful in the future."

With that, she nodded to Harvey and walked down the steps. There was a beat of silence, Harvey's focus on the wallet in his hands before he turned to Mike.

"You got hit by a goddamn car and didn't think to tell me?"

"I didn't think it was a big deal."

"A big deal? Mike, you told me you fell, not that a car threw you into the damn street. And on top of that, you didn't even go to the hospital. Instead, you let me chew you out for being late. For someone so smart, you can be a real idiot sometimes."

"I didn't know it was this bad. Yeah, my knee hurt but nothing like it is now, I swear. Plus she wasn't even going that fast when she hit me."

Harvey looked like he wanted to say a million different things, but blew a breath out of his nose instead. "Well, what's done is done. But now, I'm taking you to the hospital."

"What about the meeting?"

Harvey stared at him like he had two heads. "The meeting? Screw the meeting. Have you seen the size of your knee?"

Mike looked down and immediately felt nauseous at the sight of his knee. Like Harvey said, it was incredibly swollen, noticeable in the tightness of his suit pants. The world began to spin again, the pain increasing as he looked before Harvey hauled him up, sending a new flash of pain in the knee and jerking him out of the stupor he had been lost in.

"Ow," he groaned, giving Harvey a pointed look.

"Sorry kid, but you looked like you were either going to pass out or throw up so I figured it would be a good time to get you to the hospital before you did either."

Harvey wrapped Mike's right arm around his shoulders, keeping a firm grip on Mike's right hand so that Mike's weight was mostly transferred to him. They moved one step at a time, Harvey taking Mike's weight as he used only his right leg to move, the left suspended uselessly in the air.

Somehow they made it into the car, Harvey giving Ray the order to take them straight to Presbyterian.

It didn't take long for Mike to find the source of his problems after he was admitted. One simple x-ray revealed that his knee cap had been fractured and that every time he walked he was only making the injury worse. Luckily, he didn't need surgery. Unfortunately, his knee was going to be in a brace for 10 weeks before he was to come back and see how his recovery had progressed. That meant he would be on crutches for 10 weeks as well, something he was dreading in a city where people walked everywhere.

Mike sat on the edge of his hospital bed, his crutches next to him. His knee had been placed in the brace and he had been given the good pain killers, so all he felt right now was a slight ache. Once the doctors came back with his paperwork, he'd be free to go.

"Looks like someone won't be riding their bike anytime soon," Harvey said as he strolled into the room.

Mike snorted. "Not like I was going to be able to anyway. It was destroyed in the crash."

Harvey's face turned serious as he looked at the brace on Mike's leg.

"Seriously though. You good?"

"Fractured kneecap, doesn't need surgery. I'll be stuck in this thing for at least 10 weeks but it could have been worse."

"Yeah, it could have been. Why didn't you tell me you were hit by a car? You should have gone to the hospital as soon as it happened."

Mike sighed. "You needed the paperwork and I was already late. I didn't want you to be mad."

"Mad?" Harvey asked as he ran a hand through his hair. "Mike, you were hit by a car. I wasn't going to be mad. In fact, I'm mad that you didn't tell me. I know we have our moments sometimes, but you're my friend. I want to know when something like this happens. And I certainly don't want you walking around with a broken knee just because you think I'm heartless."

"You're right. I'm sorry Harvey. It was a dumb move."

"You're damn right it was a dumb move. Who the hell gets hit by a car and walks away to go to work?"

Mike laughed. "You should have seen the look on the lady's face when I told her I was leaving and that I was fine. I think she assumed I was out of my mind."

Harvey smiled as he walked over and helped Mike up, handing him his crutches.

"I'll tell you one thing, she's never going to make a mistake like that again. I think you've left an impression on her for life."

"So did my body on her bumper."

They both laughed as Mike hobbled out of the room on his crutches. He may have been hit by a car, but at least it had brought him and Harvey closer together.

Let me know if you have any requests for any hurt mike stories! They're so fun to write, especially with a concerned/caring Harvey so all ideas are welcome :)

Also, maybe it was a bit of a stretch for Mike to be so forgiving, but I wanted him to be in the mindset that work was more important than anything and with it not being a high-speed crash, he would just want to walk it off.