Thank you for the prompt, I tried to give you a little bit of hurt/comfort. I hope you like it and thank you for your kind words. x :)
“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore,” He remembers his mother whispering to him the first time it happened.
He was only three and needed to be immunised. As soon as he saw the needle he became hysterical, the doctor had had to chase him around his office and trap him against the wall to administer the inoculation. He had cried all the way home.
When he’d done his shoulder in college and needed to have it operated on, he’d breathed into a paper bag as the nurse put in the IV drip and even then he had very nearly blacked out from the panic.
Harvey had always hated needles. He knew it probably seemed silly to most people, but seeing someone with a sharp pointy object that was going to inflict pain on him, move toward him sent a reaction of fear and panic that overrode his usually cool and composed demeanour. And nobody except Lily knew.
After last year’s flu season had taken out half of Pearson Hardman, Jessica had basically laid down the law. You had a flu shot, or you faced her wrath.
He was staring ashen-faced at the e-mail revealing his appointment time when Mike bounced into his office.
“Hey boss, got your flu shot appointment? I got 5 pm, lucky hey? I usually get a dead arm from those things!” Mike babbled, dropping a file in front of him.
“Hmmm.“ Was his tight-lipped response.
“I’m finished with the Cortland file, found something interesting actually,” Mike explained, gesturing that he pick up the file.
When he replied with another hum and didn’t even look at the folder, Mike pressed harder.
“Harvey,” Mike insisted, “What’s going on?”
He looked up at Mike then, realising that he had missed an integral part of this conversation. He grabbed the file and buried his face in it, reading it over quickly.
“Sorry, this is good work, Mike,” He said, attempting to distract Mike with compliments but instead found that Mike had managed to slip around his desk and was now reading over his shoulder. Damn kid and his disregard for personal space.
“Hey, you got the 5.05pm appointment, I’ll come grab you, and we can go together,” Mike confirmed, and exited the office before he could refuse the offer.
True to his word, Mike escorted him down to the 40th floor where the flu clinic had been set up. They were sitting outside, and he was watching a steady stream of people enter, and exit like this was just your ordinary occurrence, and not the end of the world.
“Mike Ross.” The nurse announced.
Mike stood and turned to him.
“Want to distract me while she stabs me in the arm?”
He blanched but managed a nod. Maybe seeing Mike have his needle would help?
It didn’t, and it was his turn sooner than he expected. The collar of his shirt was drenched in sweat, and his hands had started to tremble.
“You’re up,” Mike called out, turning to find him pale and shaking, and plastered against the wall. “Harvey!” Mike said, arriving by his side in the blink of an eye.
He swallowed nervously. “I can’t,” he muttered, closing his eyes and willing the dizzy feeling away.
“It’s okay,” Mike soothed. Mike loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt, then took his hand and gave it a squeeze.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I feel like an asshole for dragging you down here.”
He attempted to laugh, but it came out as a choked cough. “I thought I could,” he replied, cheeks flushing slightly.
Mike started to unbutton his shirt sleeves. “You’re sweating, just take it off, and we’ll relax in here for a bit okay? I’ll just let the nurse know, stay put,” Mike directed, leaving him to fumble with the buttons and work his shirt off.
He felt better with his shirt off, maybe a little foolish but at least Mike wasn’t laughing at him. In fact, he enjoyed the way Mike seemed to take control of the situation, and know just what he needed.
He watched as the nurse nodded at Mike as though she understood, then smile over at him.
Mike turned back to him, and for a second he forgot to breathe because for some reason, Mike was walking toward him like he wanted to take him apart and devour every inch of him. He managed to huff out a “Wha-” before Mike grabbed his face and placed a hard and unrelenting kiss against his lips. Without any further thought except maybe ‘fuck yeah’, he kissed him back, Mike’s tongue demanding and receiving entry to his mouth as they lost themselves in a moment that both had wanted for over a year now.
He didn’t even feel the nurse administer the shot.
Authors note: Thanks for reading. There are 7 more drabbles to come, I’ll probably post one every few days. I feel like I could have edited more, but then these would never get posted. Now posted over on AO3