Once Mike was stable enough to be moved, he was transferred upstairs to have the necessary scans and X-Ray's while Harvey waited in the room Mike had been given. It was spacious, clean, and generally bland. A vase containing a bunch of fake flowers, all varying shades of pink and orange was the only source of colour in the room. As he waited for Mike to be brought back, Harvey shrugged off his suit jacket, draping it carelessly across the back of one of the chairs nearest the window as he approached the glass, the view as he looked down expansive and busy as always. 'The city that never sleeps'…it was true enough. There was never a quiet moment here; only now that he was stood in a hospital room instead of his home or his office did Harvey come to dislike that thought. The sky scrapers and high-rises that usually stood for accomplishment and ambition now only served to help hide the person that had put Mike in here in the first place. He didn't know if Mike was in some kind of trouble, maybe something to do with Trevor – or if this had just been a really bad case of 'wrong place wrong time', but Harvey thoroughly intended to find whoever was responsible. By the time he'd be finished with them the coroner would have a hard time identifying the remains as human.

By the time Mike was wheeled back into the room, it was nearly midnight. Harvey was still by the window, though he was pulled out of his thoughts when the door opened across the room. The nurse hadn't even gotten Mike to the bed before she was being barraged with questions; was he alright, what was the prognosis, would he still need surgery-

"Harvey, come on…give her a break, she just brought me here." Mike sounded tired, but certainly more coherent than before. As he cautiously lay himself back, the nurse made sure his notes were updated, and asked if either needed anything before excusing herself, the door closing softly behind her. Now that they were in better lighting, Harvey could see up close just how awful Mike looked. The blood had been cleaned away, a large white bandage and steri-strips adorned his head and face like stickers in a childs play book. One of his eyes was almost completely swollen shut, and he had a feeling the black eye that would come with it would be hard to forget. The same could be said for the deep split in his bottom lip – eating would be a spectacle in the morning…
At first, the monotonous bleep of the heart rate monitor to Mikes left was the only sound in the room, though after a minute it got a little too awkward for the black and blue associate.

"So…are you gonna say anything? Or even sit down?"

"What do you want me to say?" It was an ambiguous question, and not one Mike was sure he could really answer properly; his head was swimming with fatigue and the same ache from before, numbed down with painkillers. As Harvey pulled a chair over to the bedside, he shifted a little under the layers of blanket, though the general condition of his body meant most movement hurt like a bitch.

"I don't know…ask me about the case, or what I found out about-"

"You really think I give a damn about the case right now?" Another ambiguous question, and at first Mike considered pretending to sleep to put off this conversation. He'd hoped Harvey would just try and take his mind off the whole evening with something work related. Like he had when his grandmother had died. But it was obvious he wasn't going to let up, and that suddenly the lights illuminating the room were suddenly far too similar to interrogation lamps.

"Yeah, or at least, you should – we're close to getting them to settle, and we need this. You need –"

"What I need is for you to get better. I need you to stop thinking about Whitehall for 2 seconds and let me handle the rest of the case alone" Harvey just raised a hand, stopping the first wave of protest for the moment.

"Like you said. We're close to them settling; I happen to be pretty good at getting what I want and alongside getting Whitehall closed, I want you to trust me."

"I've always trusted you"

"I know. Which is why, when I find the guy who did this to you, you'll be the first to know – and I don't want to hear, no, I don't want to hear it" Each time Mike tried to interject Harvey cut him off, much to his frustration. Examining the monitor attached to his finger, Mike sighed softly, wincing a little at the dull pain in his chest. He wet his lips, hesitating before speaking again.

"It's pointless, you'd never find them-"

"'Them'?" Ah crap.

"Look, Harvey-"

"How many was it? Mike, talk me" It was another question he considered ignoring, but when he next glanced up at Harvey and saw nothing but concern, Mike felt worse for his boss than he did himself, for a moment at least. Feeling backed into a corner, eventually he caved.

"Two. Two guys. But look, Harvey – there were no camera's down that street. I checked"

"You found time to check for CCTV whilst being beaten half to death?"

"No - I looked before they brought out the armoury…" Harvey brought a hand up, placing it gently on the wrist that wasn't bound in a soft cast.

"I'm serious, Mike. We'll find something; I'll make sure this doesn't go unnoticed. I'm gonna find them, Hell, I'll do it myself if I have to-"

"Jesus, just – drop it, will you?" Almost obediently, Harvey stopped, looking at Mike as though looking for an explanation. With a short sigh, Mike rested his head back against the pillows, closing his eyes briefly before speaking.

"I don't want to talk about it. Not right now, not for a while" Finally he looked back at his boss – the boss who still had his hand clamped almost protectively on his arm – and added;

"You need me to get better, and I need distractions. I need to keep working, keep my mind busy. I can still be useful to the client. To you."

"I never called that into question"

"But you did immediately assume that because I'm here I wouldn't be working. But guess what, I have nothing else to do now. I know you're looking out for me, but if I don't work I'll probably die from boredom" Seeing that Harvey still looked sceptical, Mike smiled as best he could.

"Let's get this closed, and then you can worry about me." After a minute or two of what Mike could only call inner turmoil, finally Harvey gave a curt nod of agreement, making Mikes smile widen a little as he let his head rest back again, though this time he didn't manage to keep from succumbing to the fatigue that pulled at his injured body and weighed down his eyelids. Once he was sure he was sleeping, Harvey got up from his seat, unbuttoning his shirt a little as his tie joined his jacket across the second chair. Once the lights were out, he reclaimed his place by the bedside, slouching back in his chair in an attempt to catch some shut eye himself. By the time he woke up, he'd have a lot of explaining to do to Jessica. She could either be lenient with him, or she could give him a slap on the wrist and take the case herself. Either way, Harvey fully intended to get accustomed to sleeping in this room for the next week or so.