The Doctor, The Pain and The Audacity of Shane

9

It took Shane a little while to wake up. Not only had Harvey finished his little monologue, he had already gotten up, had a shower and got dressed. He had also taken out some fresh towels for Shane and placed a big glass of water next to the bed - he could imagine that the man had one hell of a headache when he woke up.
While he was in the kitchen, preparing some toast and eggs for himself and probably also for Shane, he heard a light groaning from the direction of the bed and turned around.
Shane had straightened up and now stared empty into the room, his eyes slightly narrowed, his hair was a mess. Harvey would be lying if he'd say that this man looked kinda cute like that.
There was a silence since Harvey didn't really know how to greet Shane in this situation, after last night. Should he say something personal? Would be appropriate after what happened between them, right? He dared to assume that this was something kinda personal.
But what? Should he just call him by his name and wish him a good morning? Should he make any comment about last night? Harvey usually didn't participate in meetings of this kind, he didn't know how to act afterwards.
Or should he keep up his professional facade right from the start? Once they were into the talk, he could explain that this didn't mean that they could be less personal with each other, but that they had to differ between the job and the private life. However, in both ways he had the mission to make him feel better.
But the decision was taken from him when Shane suddenly turned his head towards him, and their eyes met.
"Morning", the man grumbled and rubbed his eyes, then he turned away and digged one hand in his hair.
"Oh damn, my head..." He took a deep breath. "How many did I have last night?"
"I guess... about three or four while you were here?"
Harvey felt a heavy pounding in his chest, his heart was beating fast and flat. Now it counted.
"Then I definitely had some more at home." Shane snorted. "I'm completely blank."
"Blank?" Carefully Harvey tilted his head and watched Shane chugging down the water he had placed for him without saying a word. "What does that mean?"
Shane gulped.
"I don't remember a single thing", he stated.
Harvey froze in his movement, his heart fell down to his knees, keaving something in his chest that he'd describe as emptiness. It was, as if somebody had given him a violent punch in the stomach.
"N-nothing?", he stumbled while he felt his cheeks turning red. Something was burning behind his eyes. He blinked it away.
"Yeah, heh..."
Shane shoved his body out of the bed. He didn't seem to mind the fact that he didn't wore more than his boxers at all - was he used to this, and if yes, why?
"... I mean, I remember that I came here and that we talked a little... must've passed out after that, what?" He sighed deeply. "I am sorry. I know it's no good habit okay? I'm trying to stop, I'm really trying..."
There were so much that Harvey wanted to say that got stuck in his throat, so he had to painfully swallow it again. His throat felt swollen and closed, it was hard to even breathe.
"Nothing more?", he pressed out, it was more some kind of wimper.
"Yeah... nothing more." Now a bit confused Shane rose his eyebrows.
"Why?"
His eyes directly met up the doctor's ones.
"Is there anything more worth remembering?"