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The door splintered and buckled to the inside, falling with a clatter to the floor. Harvey glanced over his shoulder just enough to see a group of police officers barge through the threshold, guns drawn and scanning the room for any sign of a threat. A wave of relief swept through the everyone inside.
"Oh thank God..." Lisa exhaled, lowering her arms a bit as the police walked into the room. Carol was next to her, looking shaken and wide-eyed, her hands lowering a little as well. Stanley smiled weakly and looked like he wanted to hug one of the officers.
"Is everyone alright?" The closest officer asked, looking around the room once more at the people huddled inside. Everyone nodded except Harvey who was still half-bent over Mike. The younger man was still unconscious.
"I need some help over here," he said, catching the attention of one of the officers. The man walked over and knelt next to Harvey, taking a close look at Mike. He picked up his walkie-talkie and called for a paramedic team, his eyes drifting back between Mike and Allison. Taking her into account as well, he called for another team.
Within a few minutes a group of paramedics arrived in the room and rushed straight over to Mike. One of them helped Allison to her feet and walked her to the door, her gaze never leaving Mike's pale face. Harvey stepped back and allowed them to work on his associate, watching carefully as they hooked him up to an IV and gently loaded him onto a stretcher.
The police officers were walking the other tellers out of the room, one officer standing next to each person and leading them by the arm gently. One walked over to Harvey and tried to lead him away with the others but he refused, his eyes fixed on Mike the whole time. Only when Mike was strapped to the stretcher and ready to be wheeled out did Harvey allow himself to be led from the room.
There was glass shattered all over the floor in the front lobby, morning sunlight glittering off the broken pieces. Two of the robbers were being dragged outside in handcuffs and shoved into the backs of the police cars. A small cluster of officers in the back corner of the lobby hid the fate of the third robber, a plain, white sheet covering what was left of him. Harvey tried not to feel smug satisfaction with the man's death.
Harvey followed the paramedics over to the waiting ambulance, ignoring the questions they directed at him and focusing intstead on Mike. They wouldn't let him ride to the hospital with him but they assured him he would be fine in transit. Harvey wanted to protest but knew that the longer he sat there and bickered with them, the longer it would take for Mike to get the help he needed. Finally, he relented and stepped away from the ambulance, watching as they closed the doors and pulled away from the bank. He pulled out his cell phone and called Donna.
"Oh my God, Harvey!" His receptionist cried the minute she heard his voice, her voice loud enough to break glass. "Are you okay? What happened? Where's Mike? Did something happen? What's going on? Dammit Harvey, answer me or I'm going to keep screaming!"
Harvey looked off in the direction the ambulance had left. "Donna, I'll fill you in on everything later. I need you to cancel all my appointments for the afternoon and tell Jessica I'm not coming back in today. I'm heading to the hospital right now."
"The hospital?" Donna's voice was shrill; she was absolutely bursting at the seams to know what had happened. "Harvey, is everything okay? Where's Mike?"
"I'll call you later." The phone slipped back into his pocket and he walked toward the parking lot, all his attention focused on getting to the hospital.
OOOOO
A friendly receptionist greeted him when he got to the hospital, smiling pleasantly behind her desk. She told him Mike had been wheeled into surgery and to take a seat in the waiting room, the doctor would meet with him when they got finished.
He'd barely been there ten minutes before Donna burst through the front doors and rushed over to him. Her eyes were wild and her hair was coming undone from the ponytail she'd held it back in but she didn't seem to care. She walked directly over to Harvey, her eyes absently scanning the room for Mike. "You. Explain. Now." She demanded, pointing at him with a perfectly painted nail, each word coming out sharp and short.
Harvey sighed softly and told her about the bank robbery and Mike taking a bullet while protecting Allison. Donna's eyes widened as he spoke, real, honest-to-God tears welling in her eyes. "He jumped in front of a man with a gun?" She hissed, her eyes narrowing in disbelief.
Harvey nodded slowly and blinked when Donna cursed violently under her breath. "Idiot," she growled after a second, angrily brushing a tear from her face. "I'm going to beat him to death with a briefcase if he ever does something that stupid again!" Harvey smiled a bit; he felt the same way. Donna was looking at him strangely then, taking in his rumpled clothes and lack of jacket. "You have blood on your sleeves," she pointed out, indicating the splotches of crimson that dotted the edges of his cuffs.
Harvey looked down and frowned. He hadn't realized how much blood he'd had on him until Donna said something. It was all over his palms and staining his sleeves halfway up his forearms. There was dried blood the color of rust underneath his fingernails. His hands were tacky with it and he could smell it all over him. Mike's blood.
Harvey stood slowly, politely excused himself from Donna, walked into the nearest bathroom and threw up.
OOOOO
"Family of Mike Ross?" A man in light blue scrubs appeared in the doorway about an hour later, catching Harvey and Donna's attention. He smiled and walked over to them, sitting in an empty seat next to Donna. "My name is Dr. Sallen, I'm the surgeon who operated on Mike." He gave them both a reassuring smile before he continued. "Mike's fine, he's resting in the ICU right now. The bullet wound was clean, it didn't hit the bone, which means the internal damage was limited. He'll have to use crutches for a few weeks and I'm going to schedule him to meet with a physical therapist a couple times a week until he regains strength in his leg."
Harvey nodded slowly, letting the information sink in. "So he's going to be alright?"
Dr. Sallen nodded in return. "He lost a lot of blood but we got him stabilized. He'll need plenty of rest but he should make a full recovery."
Harvey released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Can we see him?"
The doctor nodded. "He's probably still asleep, the pain killers we gave him were pretty strong. You're welcome to go in an sit with him though."
Harvey and Donna stood and followed the man back down a hallway into a quiet wing of the hospital. He stopped outside one of the doors and nodded them inside. Mike was laying in the bed, his leg bandaged thickly and propped up with a pillow. His eyes were closed but he had a bit more color than when Harvey had last seen him and it set the older man's mind at ease.
Donna took a seat next to the edge of the bed, taking Mike's hand in hers gently. She was rubbing her thumb across his knuckles lightly and telling him all the creative ways she would kill him with a stiletto if he ever did anything so stupid again. Harvey smiled a bit and walked over to the other side of the bed, hesitating a second before reaching out and touching his other hand.
They sat in his room quietly for about twenty minutes before anything happened. Mike made a soft noise in the back of his throat, his eyes fluttering a bit. It took a minute but he finally opened them, blinking owlishly at the blurry figure of Harvey above him. He swallowed a bit before speaking. "Did we get out?" His voice was weak and scratchy from disuse.
Harvey smiled and nodded. "Yeah kid, we got out. Everyone's just fine."
"Allison?"
"She's fine," Harvey assured him, still somewhat amazed by the fact that the kid had just gotten out of surgery and was asking about someone else. For some reason Mike never failed to surprise him.
Donna was on him then, keeping a gentle grip on his hand and berating him for being so stupid at the same time. She looked like she wanted to cry, hug him, and throttle him all at once. Harvey just smiled and took a seat next to the bed, settling back in the chair. For the first time that day, he allowed himself to take a deep breath and relax.
Epilogue
A few months later, after Mike was completely off the crutches and Donna wasn't giving him shit/mothering him every chance she got, a card was delivered to his cubicle. There was no return address or even a name on the front. Mike frowned curiously and flipped it over, pulling open the flap and extracting the card from inside.
A large "THANK YOU!" was scrawled in gold cursive across the front of the card and inside was a typical thank you note and a small picture taped to the blank side of the card. It was Allison holding a sleeping, dark haired little boy. She was grinning widely and had her arms wrapped protectively around the baby, holding him close to her chest. A small, hand-written note was scrawled beneath the picture.
Mike,
Thank you again for saving our lives. Your courage is an inspiration for me every day.
Sincerely,
Allison and Colin Michael Harper.
Mike smiled as he read the card, looking closely at the picture. Harvey appeared above his desk a few seconds later, peeking over his shoulder. "Ah, I see you've made a new fan," he said, nodding toward the baby in the picture.
Mike smiled and shrugged. "What can I say? I'm good with kids."
Harvey rolled his eyes and smirked. "You should be a Scout Master."
"You're just jealous."
"Not hardly." Harvey smirked again and pushed away from the younger man's desk. "Kids aren't really my thing, anyway." He would never tell Mike that he'd sent flowers to Allison in the hospital the day she gave birth. He had a reputation to uphold after all.
Hehe ^.^ Okay, so Colin Michael is actually the future name of a good friend of mine's little boy but it seemed to fit in here too! :D Hope you all liked it!