Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Thirty Five

Harley rested her head on her knees in wait for Negan or his Saviors. Negan stormed through the compound, leaving his Saviors to spread out and search for Harley.

He trampled upstairs to his room, only to find a pair of bloody cuffs around the radiator of the room.

"Goddamn it!" Negan growled, tossing Lucille aside carelessly before turning around in the room. 

Dwight trampled downstairs to find blood pooled across the floor. He took a timid step into the red sludge, then another as he peered down the hallway from the corner. 

"Harley?" Dwight instinctively knelt to Harley and pat his hands across her face, checking for scratches or bites, "What the fuck happened?" 

She opened her mouth to speak but was silenced as Dwight yelled for more of the Saviors. He looked over his shoulder to the bloody room, doing a double take between it and the girl before him. 

"What the hell happened?" 

Harley opened her mouth again, ready to blame the doctor, but a few more Saviors, including Simon and Arat barreled down the stairs. 

"What the fuck?" The older man grimaced, his boots barely wading in congealing blood. 

"Did Daryl do this?" 

Harley snapped her look to Arat after her question, confusion wracking her face as it twitched and contorted, "What? No!" 

"How could Daryl do this?" Dwight asked, equally confused. 

"He's escaped." 

"The doctor." Harley choked out, "He did it." 

The Saviors shared a few questioning glances then turned back to Harley, covered in blood. They reasoned that she knew something about this attack, so they urged her to continue. 

"He killed the girls. All of them...except me and Sherry." Harley swiped at her cheeks as tears began to fall from her eyes.

"Sherry? Is she okay?" 

"She's gone." Harley sighed before rising to her feet, only to fall to her knees in weakness. 

Her stomach betrayed her, gagging at the blood that was sticking to the Saviors' shoes. Harley choked back her bile as Arat and Simon helped her to her feet. 

"Let's get her to the showers, then we'll settle this." Dwight ordered as Arat and Simon cut through the crowd carefully. 

As they approached the stairs, a tall shadowy figure descended before them. Harley released a helpless sigh of admiration, seeing the concern spread across Negan's face. 

"What the fuck happened here, peach?" He reached out with his gloved hand to wipe away some crusted blood from Harley's face. 

"A massacre." She whispered, hopelessness tainting her voice. 

"Go, get her cleaned up." Dwight added again as Negan leaned in to kiss Harley's dirty forehead. 

The two Saviors brushed past Negan as they helped Harley upstairs; the girl looked over her shoulder to see Negan still staring after her, his lips lined in a concerned frown.