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Sick!Harley Quinn X Reader

Harley did not feel good. When she woke up at 3 pm, she tried to sit up but immediately fell back down as the room tilted around her. She could feel the nausea bubbling dangerously in her stomach, and knew it was only a matter of time before she was gonna puke. She laid back down alone, her girlfriend no longer still in bed since it was so late, she hoped that she could just sleep off whatever this was.

She couldn't however, and soon Harley was flying out of the covers and towards the bathroom. Right as she could see the ajar door, her knees gave out and she hit the floor hard. The impact pushed her upset stomach over the edge, causing Harley to convulse and retched up a stream of sick. It splattered onto the wooden floorboards, far too loud in the heavy silence. She dug her nails into the floor as the world reeled, saliva dripping from her mouth and chin. She suddenly felt her girlfriend's strong hands pick up her still heaving body and move her the rest of the way to the bathroom after tying her multicoloured hair out of the way.

The moment she was set down, Harley gripped the edge of the toilet in an iron grip and rested her head on her clenched hands.  Light footsteps left the bathroom, stepping around the mess in the hallway and stopping to talk to someone. Harley had an idea of who it might be, but she became preoccupied with heaving over the porcelain once again.

"You can still go out Ivy, I'll look after Harley, she is my girlfriend after all," (y/n) said to Ivy, confirming her suspicions. The front door shut and  Harley was left alone in the house with her girlfriend. "How you doing?" (Y/n) questioned in that light voice of hers as she stepped back into the bathroom. "Are you alright, Harls?" She was completely immobilised from the dizziness and vomiting. (Y/n) placed a hand on the back of her damp neck. "It's okay, we can talk once you're done here. Just get it all up." Harley didn't need to be told that. She gagged as she threw up so hard it was almost projectile and came close to splattering back out of the water.

"Good job, you're doing great." (Y/n) encouraged as if she wasn't witnessing the most disgusting thing ever as she rubbed light circles on her girlfriends back. Harley tried her best to spit the saliva away but it continued to pool uselessly into her mouth. Her breathing was shaky. She felt like she may fall over at any second. She lurched as a belch escaped. A few seconds later, a tiny mouthful of saliva splashed out of her mouth into the porcelain with some retching. The nausea dulled only slightly as her stomach settled. (Y/n) had stayed patiently beside her through the entire ordeal, how did she get so lucky to get such a patient and loving girlfriend who was so willing to take care of her?

(Y/n) continued rubbing Harley's back and comforting her until her sick spell was finally over. Once she was fully done, (y/n) eased her back down the hallway and into her awaiting bed just as Harley's body gives out due to exhaustion. (Y/n) uses her powers to make quick work of the remaining mess, then runs to the bathroom quickly to grab a glass of water and cold cloth and climbs into bed beside her uncharaistically vulnerable girlfriend.

(Y/n)'s POV:

I pull Harley into my chest and soothingly rub her back as she whimpers from a particularly harsh cramp ripping through her stomach. She buries her overheating head in my neck, I could tell she still didn't feel good but I needed her to get some rest. I whisper sweet nothings to my girlfriend as I continued rubbing her back, smiling when she finally drifted off. Since it was almost 4 now there was no way I'd be able to fall asleep, so I just stayed put doing my best to soothe my ailed girlfriend.

She stayed asleep for 40 minutes before I heard pained whines coming from the sick woman next to me. "(N/n)...I think I need to throw up again." Harley whimpered clearly hating being so sick and weak.

"Alright. Let's get you back to the bathroom." I whisper gently, wrapping one arm around her waist to guide her back to our bathroom. I carefully set her down in front of the toilet, happy that her hair was still tied back from earlier, then quickly ran back to the bedroom to grab the wet washcloth. I run it under cold water again and then lay the cold material down on her fevered neck as the first retch rips through her small frame. I lower myself down beside her and gently rub her basically naked back, she way only clothed in the red sports bra and booty shorts she slept in.

After she was done, I once again help her down the hallway and back to our bedroom, carefully laying her down and pulling the covers over her. I decided to move the bedroom trash bin next to her side of the bed so she wouldn't have to keep running to the bathroom every time she felt sick. I grab the cold cloth that was still hanging around her neck and place it on her forehead, then have her take a few sips of water before laying down next to her once again. I can't have my girl getting dehydrated and as a result sicker.

She immediately curls into my chest and I run gentle circles across her back. After 15 minutes I heard her raggedy breathing even out and become steady as she drifted back into unconsciousness once again. I still continued to rub her back long after she drifted off, and before long, I too drifted off, not waking until the next morning when Ivy shook both me and Harlz awake for breakfast. She still wasn't feeling good, or even better for that matter, but she knew I'd do everything I could to help her feel better and that was good enough.

A/n: Welp, I hope yall enjoyed, Lmk yalls opinion on my last a/n and leave any other requests in the comments. ANDDD, don't forget to stay classy and eat assy, okay BYEEEE!!!!

~Luna