Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Suits.
AN: Thanks so much for the comments guys.
Hospital beds sucked. They had no padding, no comfortable sheets, and while his bed certainly wasn't the best in the world all Mike wanted was to be in it and curled up around his sheets and pillows. But no, he was stuck in the hospital for another two days because they had to intubate and that apparently warrants being kept for observation.
Mike felt fine. Well, not fine, he still felt like he'd been hit by an eighteen-wheeler, he still doesn't remember what happened, and his throat hurt but Mike is confident that he could take care of himself. He had wanted to argue with the doctors earlier, had tried to write it down, but then Harvey and Donna had given him this look and he'd stopped because there was no fighting with the pair of them.
Today had been crap and the next couple of days were going to be just as bad
because he was stuck in the hospital. He hated the hospital. The only good
things about today were that the tube had come out of his throat a few hours
ago, Donna had brought him ice cream for dinner, and
Mike should probably be embarrassed by the latter part of what made his day better. But he really did hate hospitals and having someone familiar, someone safe with him was keeping him from going crazy.
"Mike please calm down, if you keep moving around they're going to come sedate you and I'm going to let them."
Mike turned his head to look at Harvey who was sitting in the chair by his
bed in jeans and a simple black shirt and paperwork in his lap. Donna had
brought it all to him before she had gone home for the night. She hadn't left
without kissing Mike on the forehead and promising to bring him more ice cream
in the morning. Mike was more than a little excited by this.
"Don't give me that face, you're moving around too much,"
Mike wrinkled his nose and hit the bed.
"I guess they would be uncomfortable wouldn't they? Do you want me to see if they'll give you something to help you sleep?"
Mike shook his head; the drugss they'd given him earlier had just started to wear off a couple of hours ago ago. They made him loopy and fuzzy and he hated it. It was bad enough that he was missing parts of his memory as is. He didn't want more. He instead reached for his left side and the legal pad and pen that Donna had given him and shakily scribbled onto its surface.
Don't want to be fuzzy anymore.
He held the pad up and
"Fair enough but you do need to try to sleep tonight," he said. Mike pouted again and wrote on the paper.
I slept enough today.
"That doesn't count,"
"There's a difference between resting and being passed out because of
What's happening to them anyway?
Mike nodded because while he didn't remember, what Kyle and Greg had done was unacceptable. He tolerated a lot, knew it was part of the game in the world of the associates, but toying with someone's food was going too far. He was lucky that Donna had been there and that apparently Harold had decided to get her. He was really lucky.
"I'll ask you this again when you're able to speak but do you want to
press charges against them?"
Mike felt the shock wash over him and
"I know, but he's apparently allergic to peanuts as well, think about
it and get back to me,"
"There's time to think about it over the next couple of days,"
Mike snorted before he reached over to grab the ice chips he'd been downing ever since he'd been allowed to breathe on his own. Harvey watched him grab the cup and Mike was grateful that he was being allowed to do some things on his own, he was more grateful for the ice because it helped soothe his ridiculously sore throat.
"I know that Donna already yelled at you,"
Mike nodded because he would also like to not repeat today ever again. It
sucked. But having
This means you care you know.
"Time for all good little puppies to get some sleep,"
Mike looked at
I'll tell Donna you were mean to me.
Mike nodded when
"I am not afraid of Donna,"
Mike nodded and closed his eyes as
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