Anchorwoman (Joker x reader)

Sick?

"What do you mean that this isn't new?"
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You wake up from a sudden movement behind you, turning your head in confusion you hear hasty footsteps. Squinting your eyes in the dark, you try to reach for Jay when you don't feel his arms wrapped around you. You're about to lay down again thinking he went to pee or something, but then you hear gagging and puking coming from the bathroom.

You jump out of bed and run to him. When you reach Jay, he's already flushing the toilet, but still hunched over it breathing heavily. You hurry beside him and put your hand on him, he tenses slightly at first but then relaxes as you start to stroke his back to soothe him.

"Are you okay? What happened?" You whisper worriedly.

"I'm okay." He says groggily in a tired voice.

"Is it the chicken from earlier? I thought I cooked it well enough. I can't believe it, I should've let Helen cook tonight, I'm so sorry." You tell him.

"It's not that." He tells you and you give him some tissues from the sink cabinet to clean himself. "This isn't unusual for me."

You stay silent thinking, because your sleepy head is a bit slow at the moment. But then it sinks in and your head goes to the worst case scenario.

"Jay, are you-" You say, but he interrupts you.

"No, I'm not pregnant." He tells you looking completely serious and you just look at him, too tired to understand. But when he starts chuckling you realise what he just said and you laugh with him.

"Not what I was gonna say, but relieved to hear it." You tell him.

You just sit there on the bathroom floor with him, chuckling and sighing deeply with a small smile on your lips. But then you frown in worry again and he takes notice, he sighs and leans against the wall.

"But Jay, are you.. sick?" You ask, not referring to a simple flue.

"No I'm not." He tells you, looking down at his fiddling fingers on his lap. You sigh in relief.

"Then what do you mean that this isn't new? You usually puke in the middle of the night?" You ask with a concerned frown.

"Not very often, but regularly, yes." He answers still looking down. "I usually feel it coming in time enough to not have to run to the bathroom though. I didn't mean wake you." He leans his head back on the wall looking at you.

"It's okay. Has this happened since i came?" You ask and he nods slowly. "I wish you woke me up, i could help you."

"There's nothing to help, i just feel the need to throw up and go to the toilet without anyone thinking any of it and puke once, then come back like nothing happened, it's fine. And I'm used to it. It's not like I'm heaving over the toilet, and pukes up all my intestines." He tells you shrugging.

"Okay, but you'll let me know if i can help with anything?" You tell him and he just looks at you. "Jay." You say firmly and he smirks.

"Sure, doll." He says with a ghost of a genuine smile playing on his lips.

You sit in silence for a while. Only listening to each other's breathing.

"Do you know why?" You ask and he shuffles uncomfortably in his seat on the floor, it looks like he knew you were about to ask though.

"Yes." He says, then opens and closes his mouth a few time, he frowns angrily at his loss for words, then clears his throat. "It's just that.. after the.. after I.. uhm, the tank with the.. when I.." He sighs deeply and throws his head back against the wall.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." You reassure him and he looks at you with a grateful look. 

"Someday i want to tell you, i just haven't talked about it with anyone other then my doctor and I don't know if I'm ready to talk about it yet." He tells you.

"That's okay." You tell him, you take his hand in yours and he looks down as he intertwines your fingers. "You want to try and sleep some more?"

He nods and you help him up, though he doesn't need it, feeling completely fine now. He brushes his teeth before going back to bed.

When he gets to the bed he just sits down on it, looking down at his lap. You sit up again and turn to him, he looks at you.

"Is there anything you need?" You ask softly.

"You." He answers with no hesitation.

You put a hand on the side of his face, gently stroking your thumbs over his cheek. He closes his eyes, savouring your gentle touch.

"I'm right here." You tell him in a whisper, looking into his eyes as he opens them.

When he gets in bed, you lay facing each other. You stroke some of his hair away from his face, you guide it over his ear and let your hand continue to the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair.

He shuffles a bit as he moves to lay close to you and snuggles his face into your neck, you smell his minty breath and sigh in contentment. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him so there's no space between you. You stroke his hair in a soothing manner. You feel some opens mouth kisses on your neck as you fall asleep.

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