I know I've been doing more SickMike stories than HurtMike ones, but I promise the next chapter will be HurtMike! I just shamelessly love a sick Mike with Harvey taking care of him, so thats where my muse tends to go. I do have some more ideas for hurt Mike though and I'm excited to write them! In the meantime, enjoy!

Mike knew the second he woke up that today was not going to be a good day. As his alarm blared, he reached over and hit the button to get it to stop before laying back in his bed and staring at the ceiling in dismay. His head was fuzzy and dully throbbing, a telltale sign that he was on the verge of a migraine. Sometimes, if he was lucky, he could load himself on painkillers and sleep it off before it got bad. But today was not his lucky day. Harvey needed him in court and Louis had slapped him with a mountain of paperwork the night before.

Mike squinted at the rising sun, slowly filling his room with its morning rays. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something flash and groaned, covering his face with his hands. If he was seeing auras, the flashing streams of light that floated in his peripheral, that meant a migraine was unavoidable.

With a lot of effort, Mike pushed himself out of bed and shivered as his feet touched the cold floor. He made his way over to the bathroom and felt his heart sink as he realized that he was out of his migraine medication. He didn't get migraines often, so the last time he had one, and had used the rest of the pills, he had totally forgotten to get the prescription refilled.

With nothing else to do, he popped two Tylenol in his mouth and dry swallowed them, praying that they would keep the migraine at bay, with additional pain killers throughout the day, until he could get his medication after work.

The ride to the office was terrible. Even wearing the darkest sunglasses he owned, the morning sun was still too bright, searing into his eyeballs and making his headache steadily worse. By the time he got to the office, his head pain had already increased from a 2 to a 4 and the day hadn't even begun.

Thankfully, he made it to his desk in one piece and sat down to work. He didn't need to meet with Harvey until 11, their court time set for 12:30. They needed to go over some stuff with their client first though, so Harvey had told him to meet him in his office at 11 to get everything done.

Mike sat heavily in his chair and took his sunglasses off, wincing at the harshness of the office's fluorescent lights. He sluggishly pulled the files he needed from his bag and then placed them on his desk before he pulled out his earbuds and stuffed them in his ears, not even bothering to connect them to his phone. The earbuds weren't for listening to music like he normally did. Instead, they were to block out the noise of the bullpen, full of loud conversations and the grating sound of his fellow associates typing on their computers.

As the day went on, Mike's head only grew more painful. Nothing he was doing helped and he had already had to rush to the washroom to throw up twice, even though there was nothing in his body. Each vomiting session only made the pain worse, the Tylenol he took doing nothing to help with the pain.

After the second vomiting session, Mike had given up on doing his work entirely. The words on the pages he was trying to read weren't making any sense to his pain-laden brain and trying to sort them out was only making everything worse. Instead, he pushed his earbuds further into his ears and sat back in his chair, closing his eyes to try and block the harsh lights searing his skull.

He wasn't sure how long he sat there before someone yanked an earbud out of his ear. Mike turned around quickly to see who it was and immediately regretted it as his head spun and throbbed with the movement.

"It's hard to do work with your eyes closed you know," Harvey said, a smirk on his face. His boss then saw that his headphone cord was dangling in front of him, the end not attached to his phone.

"It's also hard to listen to music without those plugged in. What's up with you?"

Mike blinked, Harvey's question taking a second to register as his brain struggled to focus on anything except the pain in his head.

"Nothing. M'fine."

Harvey frowned. "Why are you slurring your words?" His eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to Mike. "Are you high? I swear to God Mike, if you're high at work-"

"Not high," Mike managed to grunt, cutting Harvey's tangent off. "Headache."

Harvey's eyes softened at this. "You do look like crap. How bad is it?"

"Not too bad."

Harvey's frown deepened as he took Mike in. "Then why are you only answering in such short sentences?"

Mike sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was too tired and in too much pain to play this game.

"Fine. It hurts pretty bad."

Harvey nodded then extended his hand to grip Mike's wrist.

"What are you-?" Mike started to ask, but was cut off when Harvey pulled him to his feet, steadying him when Mike's knees buckled and his head swam.

"We're going to my office so you can lay down."

"Harvey, it's fine. I'm-"

Harvey cut him off and pulled him down the hall. He must have noticed that Mike squinted in pain every time they passed a ceiling light, as he used his free hand to reach up and place his palm over Mike's eyes, shielding him from the light.

"What-?" Mike started again but Harvey made a noise of disapproval.

"Mike, stop. You're clearly not fine. You're as white as a sheet and your eyes are bloodshot. You're going to lay on my couch and that's final."

So, Mike let Harvey lead him down the hall, feeling ridiculous with his bosses hand over his eyes, but also relieved at the darkness and the lessening pain he was experiencing because of it.

They must have just passed Donna's desk as he heard her ask "what's wrong with the puppy?" before Harvey answered with a quiet, "migraine."

Then, Mike was being pushed into the soft leather of Harvey's couch until he was laying flat on his back.

Harvey removed his hand from Mike's eyes and Mike hissed at the onslaught of light.

"I know," Harvey said softly and Mike realized he was keeping his voice low on purpose, not wanting to add to his pain. "I'm going to fix that in just a second. But first, have you had a migraine before?"

Mike looked at Harvey's face and was surprised at the genuine concern he found there. His boss wasn't mocking him or telling him to walk it off. He was actually concerned and trying to help him.

"How did-"

Harvey's face took on a soft look that Mike didn't see often. "My brother used to get migraines when we were growing up, I know the signs."

Mike nodded and immediately regretted it. "I used to get them all the time too," he said through gritted teeth. "I haven't had one in a while though."

Harvey nodded and turned toward someone, Donna Mike guessed, before asking for a wet washcloth, a garbage can, a bottle of water and one of the pills from his desk drawer.

Mike heard the clicking of her heels as she walked away before Harvey's face turned back to him.

"How many times have you thrown up?"

Mike shot him a look and Harvey rolled his eyes. "I know the drill, Mike. My brother could never escape a migraine without puking at some point. Plus, you're sporting that 'green around the gills' complexion."

Mike blew out a breath. "Twice."

"Alright, then this is what we're going to do. You are going to take the migraine medication that I keep in my desk for emergencies and then you're going to drink the bottle of water so you don't get dehydrated, that will only make the migraine worse. Then, you're going to sleep it off on this couch, got it?"

Mike, too tired to argue and knowing it was pointless, gave Harvey a mock salute in answer.

When Donna returned with the items, Harvey helped Mike sit up so he could take the medication and drink the water. When he was done, Harvey pointedly placed the garbage can next to where Mike's head was going to be resting on the couch.

"If you need to throw up again, use this. I don't want vomit on my office carpet."

Mike wrinkled his nose but nodded slightly.

"Good, now take off your suit jacket and lay back on the couch."

Mike did as he was told and closed his eyes, ready to sleep off the migraine when something cold was placed over his eyes. He flinched at first, his headache spiking, but then he melted into the couch as the cold washcloth seeped into his aching head, the darkness providing a cool wash of relief over the bright office.

The relief, fuelled by the migraine medication that was starting to kick in, soothed Mike's body into sleep. He was right on the cusp of falling into unconsciousness when he felt a weight on his legs and a quick squeeze of someone's hands before he knew no more.

Mike wasn't sure how much time had passed. The washcloth, still atop his eyes, had gone warm, but the darkness made it impossible to tell how long he had been asleep. And while he noticed that his head didn't hurt as much, the overall throbbing of his headache was still there.

He felt his stomach roll and realized what had woken him up. With sluggish movements, his body heavy and stiff, Mike managed to roll over just as his body heaved, thankfully managing to throw up into the bin Harvey had provided.

When he was done, his headache, although still not as bad as before he had fallen asleep, throbbed from the act. He took a few seconds to breathe through the new pain and realized that there was a hand on his shoulder.

Mike cracked open an eye, momentarily blinded by the sun filtering into the office, before he managed to make out Harvey's face.

"Hey kid," he said softly, smiling sadly at the state the associate was in. "I was hoping you wouldn't need the bin, but I'm glad I gave it to you."

Mike just groaned as he rolled back onto his back. "How long was I asleep?" He rasped, throat raw from the vomiting.

He heard Harvey walk over to his desk, rummaging around, before he answered. "About two hours."

It took Mike a moment to realize what that meant. "The court meeting-" he started, but Harvey cut him off.

"I sent Louis. Did you really think I was going to leave you here by yourself in this state?"

Mike just shrugged.

Harvey frowned. "Well, I wasn't and I didn't."

Mike saw the underlying hurt at his implication that Harvey didn't care about him on his boss' face. While Harvey liked to make it seem like he didn't care about those around him, Mike knew that he probably cared more than most.

"M'sorry. I know you wouldn't do that."

Harvey gave him a soft smile. "I know. Now take this."

Harvey helped Mike sit up enough to take the pill he offered and then helped him lay back down before placing another cold compress on his forehead. Where did he keep getting those from? Ultimately it didn't matter to Mike. All he cared about was the soothing effect they had as he once again drifted to sleep.

The next time Mike woke up it was different. His headache had faded so that it was only a dull throb in the back of his mind and the office was dark. Mike knew this because the cloth had fallen off his head sometime while he was asleep, letting him see his surroundings without the wrathful burn of the sun in his eyes.

Mike shifted and noticed for the first time that there was a blanket spread across his legs. He smiled at the thought of Harvey tucking him in.

"Well, look who's alive," Harvey said as he walked into his office.

Mike sat up, still leaning against the couch as his body was still heavy with sleep. "How long was I out?"

Harvey walked over and sat on one of the legs of the nearby chair. "This time, about 5 hours. It's just after 6."

Being winter, the sun set early, but Mike was still surprised at how long he had slept. The surprise must have shown in his face as Harvey said, "you needed it kid. You looked like death. There's finally some colour in your face."

"Thanks Harvey. For everything."

Harvey just nodded and stood up to walk over to his desk. "Can't have the pup crashing on me. Who would I get to do all my paperwork?"

Mike stood too and rolled his eyes, pleased that neither action drove a spike of pain into his skull.

"So, what did you want me to work on?"

Harvey's head shot up from where he had been reading a file. "Work on? I'm sending you home. While you might be feeling better, I know that migraine's can come back. Go home, eat, rest, and then be back here tomorrow for 8."

Mike moved to protest, but Harvey shook his head. "Go home Mike. I already texted Ray, he's waiting outside. I'll have him pick you up tomorrow too since your bike will be here."

"Thanks Harvey, again."

Harvey paused but replied, "you're welcome, Mike" before he went back to reading the file in front of him.

Mike picked up his suit jacket and walked down the hall to grab his bag before he went out to meet Ray. Harvey might be a hard-ass sometimes, but if today proved anything, it's that inside, Harvey would always take care of his family.

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