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Never before had Harvey Spector ever felt this panicked. Never before had he really ever thought he'd fear losing someone so much, that thinking of them not making it would actually scared him. Harvey was the kind of guy who didn't talk much about his family, it was hard to know how he felt about them, or even who they were. It was also hard for people close to him to know how he felt about them after all he spent more time insulting those around him but here he was in the back of an ambulance tightly grasping the hand of his associate, a man he frequently said he didn't care about and all the emotions he thought he'd buried deep inside him were clear on his face. The senior partner was a man against emotion, unless it was to use them against someone and yet he couldn't stop himself from feeling them. The ambulance crew had taken the associate away on a stretcher and a stressing Harvey had followed at the paramedic's heels. They'd told him about how he should just follow the ambulance in his car, but their was no way that Harvey Spector was going to leave his associates side until it was absolutely he had to. Considering that Harvey is he is the best closer in the whole city, it was hardly surprising he'd managed to persuade the paramedics to let him come with them.

The ambulance itself it was a painfully stressful experience, one he would be keen to not have to repeat. The elder lawyer knew little of his associate's medical history, a fault he knew he'd have to change once everything was back to normal. He hadn't needed to know anything until then. A part of him wished for Donna to be with him, she'd know. It was up to her to know those kinds of things, not him. She was the almighty Donna, she knew such things he was meant to know but hadn't taken the time to learn. Both had though they'd never need to use such knowledge in any form of emergency resembling the one he was now in. Harvey had to tell them that he didn't know what his own associate was allergic to, any previous injuries or any underlying conditions they needed to know about. Harvey could feel them staring at him. What use was he there if he had so little information. What use would he be if he couldn't help them help his associate. Harvey would never admit it but he almost felt ashamed for not knowing more about his associate. For not knowing what was apparently simple facts. Things you were meant to know about the man who worked for you. Who did everything you asked and more. Harvey didn't feel very good about himself in the moments in the ambulance.

The arrival at the hospital was swift, doctors and nurses arrived in a flash and helped get the gurney with Mike on it down off the ambulance. Harvey having to let go of Mike's hand and followed helplessly behind. He could feel his worry go up tenfold when finally he reached the point he couldn't cross. The words, code blue and dropping heart rate being the last things he heard. Harvey had to do everything to stop himself from crying out to his associate. From yelling Mike's name. All Harvey could do was sit down and wait, as a person who'd done a lot for himself, he'd never felt more useless. After a few seconds of being seated a woman appeared and handed him a form to fill out. This was his worst nightmare. He had never wanted this. He had never thought it would come to this ever. That he'd be sitting in a waiting room with medical sheets to fill out for his associate. Waiting to hear from the doctors if he still had an associate.

Harvey picked up the pen, attached to the top of the page and held it above the paper, but made no motion to write. Instead his hand wavered above and he found he couldn't. Looking up at the room around him offered him no comfort. Harvey realised then that he had to get a grip. He had to be the Harvey with a disregard of emotions. He had to be there for Donna. He had to make sure that if Mike made it through that he was the same old Harvey. That nothing had changed. Of course everything had changed. How was Harvey supposed to know that he actually had a heart. He put down the sheets on the floor and placed the pen on top. He ran a hand through his hair, and proceeded to take off the suit jacket and the waist coat. No need for them while sitting in a hospital waiting room.. He folded the suit jacket and then the waist coat, placing the waist coat within the jacket before placing both on the seat next to him. Harvey loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt. It wasn't his usual style but it was going to be a long night, and Harvey frankly didn't care what anyone thought of him. Tonight would not be about the image he was constantly trying to uphold, tonight was about comfort and Mike. Thankfully he spotted the familiar red headed woman who ran somewhat frantically over to him, hesitating as to whether or not to give her boss a comforting hug or not.

"Anything?" Donna had chosen the latter, and while she knew it too early to get any form of news, she could remain a little hopeful. Harvey shook his head, and without another word headed out the room and to the nearest bathroom. He hadn't been entire ready for Donna's appearance no matter how grateful he was to have her there. Harvey just needed to compose himself. He stood in the empty bathroom, clutching the edges of the sink and breathing as deeply as he could. He didn't feel sick, he just needed a little bit of time. After feeling a lot better, Harvey looked up at his reflection in the mirror. He looked like he'd aged years, his shirt was creased, and had small specks of blood on the edge. Wait, Blood? Harvey's mind questioned, then he realised what it was from, Mike's blood. Harvey bolted from the bathroom, and only slowed as he neared Donna. Calm, cool, collected. Being Harvey Spector in a situation like that was proving hard to manage. He took the seat next to Donna, who had thankfully begun filling out the forms.

They sat in silence, Harvey reading over Donna's shoulder what she was writing, what he was now learning about Mike. It turned out the form didn't as long to fill out as the two were hoping for. Donna handed it to a nurse and then sat back down next to Harvey. Harvey feeling like Donna needed a friend in that moment more than a boss who was a complete ass most of the time put his arm around her shoulders and held her close to him.

"I swear, this kid's going to give me grey hair." Donna muttered giving a light laugh, trying to add humour to what had quickly become a somber day. Harvey noticing what she was doing squeezed her shoulder slightly. Which made Donna lean her head on his shoulder. They needed each other a lot more than people ever thought.

"Me too. I swear I've aged more with him around that ever before. Kid just gets under your skin." Harvey looked down at the red headed woman. He almost felt like he was talking about his little brother. Like he'd been left with the task of looking after his annoying little brother because the parents were out of town. The pair fell silent. Letting the flow of the hospital around them, be the only noises in the room. Both were thinking the same thing. What if Mike didn't make it. Harvey didn't want to think it, but he did. Donna was positive that Mike would make it, but then again, she couldn't help but think what if.

"He'll be all right. He's young, strong. He's gonna be okay." Donna muttered, reaching over and taking his hand. Squeezing it lightly before pulling it away. "Mike's going to be fine. The kid will be fine, and come Monday he'll come into work and everything will be back to normal." Both doubted those statements greatly, one there was no way Donna, or Harvey for that matter were going to let Mike go to work on Monday if he made it through and they both knew things wouldn't go back to normal. They were just the facts.

"If Mike does make it, and then tries to come into work on Monday, I'll fire him." Harvey said, making a small joke. Not dealing with the situation he was in well. He was glad for the support of the woman next to him. Knowing that dealing with all of it alone would a little bit too hard for even the great Harvey Spector.

Hours passed. Dragging like minutes. Harvey had convinced himself that it wouldn't take that long in the beginning but, it was taking a long time. How badly had Mike been hurt. How much damage was there to fix. How long would it be until he had his associate back, up and doing all his paper work for him. The man he found in an odd way he cared about. Harvey and Donna had fallen silent after the brief conversation. Neither quite knowing what to say, both thinking the same. They couldn't lose Mike. He had so much potential. Hopeless but willing. With the same bounce that a brand new puppy had, the same bright eyes of a young child desperate for someone to look up to. Harvey didn't want to think about never being able to hear Mike laugh again. He had blown into their life like a hurricane, and if he left now the destruction it would leave would be huge. It would be a disaster. Donna had always like Mike. From day one. Even if he wasn't a real lawyer, given more of chance, as well as telling him that if he screwed up he was done. Given the push he needed to finally commit to something substantial with his life. Things had been looking up for the kid, and then this had happened.

Both adults blamed themselves. Donna because she felt like it was her responsibility to tell Harvey when Mike wasn't doing too well. She was kidding herself if she tried to claim that she hadn't noticed the gradual changes she'd seen in Mike. The shirt getting apparently bigger and bigger. The weariness, there could've been so much she could've done to prevent this very thing from happening, and yet she'd done nothing. Harvey on the other knew it was his job to watch out for his associate. For the kid who he'd hired, the guy who'd stick with Harvey even if it wasn't what he wanted. This felt so wrong. Harvey couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. Suddenly, Harvey stood up. Donna sat up straight, alarmed by this action. He looked up her boss. She wanted to take him in her arms and comfort him. Tell him everything would work out, but she had no idea if they would and Donna couldn't lie to Harvey with him in this state.

"Harvey?" Donna slowly got the her feet. She couldn't do anything as Harvey mumbled something about needing air and walking out. Donna found herself basically alone in the Hospital. "Harvey!" Donna called after him. She pulled her phone out her pocket and dialed his number. Straight to voicemail. What was Harvey playing at? Donna was feeling herself crumbling, torn between staying for Mike and going out to make sure that Harvey didn't do something he'd later have to settle in court. But, before Donna could even make up her mind, a young doctor stepped into the room.

"Family of Mr. Michael Ross?" He spoke clearly. Donna raised her hand and then walked over to the young doctor. Donna really hoped they hadn't pawned Mike off on some intern, if they had the hospital would be getting an earful. She smiled at him, but he looked confused.

"Ms. Ross, Michael's older step-sister. And it's just Mike." Donna lied easily. She maybe didn't look much like the kid, but it mattered little for now. Donna was eager to know what was wrong. She wanted to know what had happen to their Mike. Donna just hoped that Harvey would return soon.

"Well, I'm going to be blunt, Mike has had a very nasty fall. He has a sprained ankle, and three broken ribs. He hit his head pretty hard, it was a surprise that when you found him he was able to open the door. His heart crashed twice while we were attempting to fix internal damage specifically to his kidneys and other bits of internal bleeding that could've turned out to have been quite serious, but we were able to revive him both times." The doctor said simply, no point hiding the truth. "Now, Mike is also very seriously malnourished. He's almost thirty pounds underweight. Which is very serious. It's why his heart gave out, he has very little energy and his body could only do so much with it. Mike has slipped into a coma, his body just needs time to recover and gain some nourishment. It's serious, but Mike is stable, and he should make a perfect recovery. It'll take a few days before he wakes up, and Ms. Ross, it should be noted that there is a small chance that he won't. His chances, Ms. Ross are however very good. He's young and he's a fighter."

Donna felt overwhelmed by all this information. She wished that Harvey was with her to hear all of this. Instead she was shown to where Mike was. A small room, no one else inside. Donna had to stop herself from crying as she stared at the young blond in the bed. He looked so much younger. He had a tube down his throat to assist with his breathing, and various other tubes and wires hooked up to different machines. Donna just took his hand and held it in both of hers. For the first time in many years offering up a prayer. Mike was too young in her eyes. Just too young. He had to make it through, Donna knew she'd take it hard, but she knew that Harvey No Emotion Spector would be devastated.

"Come on Mike, be okay."

Harvey Spector when he found it hard to deal with emotions had this tendency to walk away. He would turn, and just try to not have to face it. With trial, and things he'd done wrong then he never would, however when it came to matters regarding associates, hospitals and emotions he just couldn't handle it. Instead, Harvey had headed out, leaving Donna on her own. Which he felt bad for. The senior partner knew if even he was having a slight emotional breakdown over his associate then, Donna would be too. Donna was an amazing woman, Harvey knew that, she was strong and level-headed. But, her heart crumbled when it came to Mike. Mike Ross was the person who brought out all the emotions Harvey reserved only for when he needed to use them against someone. Which he most definitely didn't now.

Instead of sitting and waiting for news, Harvey left the hospital and went to the nearest bar, which as it turns out wasn't that far. He was clearly not the only one who needed a drink following a hospital visit. His thoughts were confirmed when upon entering the bar, there was a much somber mood than in most bars. Harvey realised that his issue next to all of theirs would be tiny. Mike would be fine. Of course he was going to be fine. He was just over reacting. He was just getting emotional. Harvey pushed his way through a large Scottish-American family drinking to someone who'd either died, or was dying. Walking straight up to the bar, he ordered a Scotch. The bartender who served him was a young woman, long brown hair, styled in ringlet curls. Giving an almost wild appearance, she reminded him of that redheaded girl from the Pixar movie. She had a reassuring smile, and was someone Harvey could see Mike crushing on.

"I'm sure they'll be fine." The bartender said as she handed him his drink. She'd been watching the older man, as she poured the Scotch, who inwardly seemed at war with himself. It was a sight she saw often, working so close to a hospital you got to know the ones who had been visiting. She didn't want to over step, but the bar was relatively quiet and she thought she might be able to help him slightly.

"huh?" Harvey looked up from where he'd been staring at the counter. He noticed his drink was in front of him and pulled it closer to him. Lifting it, swirling the liquid in the glass, but then putting it back on the table, while getting the money out of his pocket. "Oh, me too. He will be, but you know, no matter how hard you try to not, you worry." Harvey shrugged, he wasn't often worried about Mike. He realised that he'd been blind to what his associate had been going through. How skinny the man had been, how cold the apartment had been. How tired he'd been. If Mike didn't make it, Harvey didn't think he'd be very good at living with it.

"Kids tend to be like that. You don't want to worry but you always do." Replied the bartender before walking away with the money. It was only seconds after she said it, that Harvey realised what she'd said. Mike was not his kid, did he sound like a parent to her. Did he look old enough to be a parent? Harvey Spector wasn't sure what it meant, he wasn't sure he liked the idea of being labeled as dad to a Mike Ross, but then again, he didn't actually correct her. Instead it helped him realise he was maybe in the wrong place. He shouldn't have left, he shouldn't have left Donna alone. Harvey downed his drink and walked back out the bar.

It wasn't until four hours after he'd first left the hospital for the bar that Harvey found the strength to go back in. He'd just sat on a bench outside trying to figure out how to go in and face whatever was wrong with Mike, and what would be an almost murderous Donna. Harvey had finally found the courage as the sky began to clear, and the first rays of morning sunlight streamed down the streets of New York. It was still cold, and the sun that was rising would only shift the temperature slightly. Harvey didn't mind, he was just happy the rain was gone. Harvey was able to quickly locate where Mike was and headed up.

The room itself was the thing Harvey was most afraid of, what would he find. What horrors awaited him. For now, he knew little on his associates condition, but at least he hadn't died. If he had, Donna would've found him to tell him. Harvey hovered at the doorway, peering in slightly and having to steady himself upon seeing Mike. Hooked up to all sorts of machines and equipment, bandages and all sizes of bruising. Donna curled up asleep in the chair next to him, holding his hand in the two of hers. Harvey felt tears well up in his eyes. They were ready to fall, to show that final bit of emotion that Harvey hadn't been allowing himself. He rubbed his eyes, and stepped slightly more into the room. He looked up at Mike and saw blue eyes staring back at him. Mike. He'd be okay. Harvey smiled ever so slightly at Mike.

"Hey kid"