Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Thirty Nine

Harley felt the action of breathing harder the more she held onto her side. Her heart beat throbbed the edges of the wound, gushing rivulets of blood through her hard pressed fingers and Negan's.

"Harley, I swear to God, if you don't pull it together." Negan weakly threatened, hands clamped down over Harley's as his men wrestled a girl into the compound.

"You put her in the hole!" He ordered, not bothering to spare a glance over his shoulder, "Joey, give me your damn shirt. Where the fuck is that new doc?"

Harley wanted to reach and hold Negan's cheek, but she couldn't feel the tips of her fingers until one of them edged her wound. She winced harder, leaning forward to rest her forehead against Negan's.

"It-it's-it's okay, P-p-p-puddin'. I'm fine." Harley forced out, though Negan was too concerned to look Harley in the eye.

Joey kneeled with his shirt in hand wand Negan quickly pulled back their pile of hands to press the cloth to her wound.

"This might hurt, Peach." Negan muttered before draping Joey's shirt around Harley's waist and tying it tightly around her.

Harley lurched, hiding back a wet cough as she returned her hand to her side, her other to the front of her stomach.

"Is that all they got for us? We're not knocked down by some measly bullets." Harley groaned lowly, catching Negan's eye long enough for him to think consciously not to smile.

"Don't be stupid, Harls." Negan leaned into his girl, thinking of kissing her before his men returned to help Harley up.

"If I hear a whimper out of her because of your dumbasses, you'll have a meeting with me and Lucille." He barked, looking around to his men until returning to look at Harley.

Negan raised up on one knee and pressed his lips to Harley's forehead. "You guys ain't going far. If that doc ain't here soon, I'll find him myself."

Taking a step back, Negan let his men pick up Harley, each of them talking over one another to tell Harley to stay still. 

"Shut the fuck up." Harley groaned, hiding back a wince for a moment until one of the men straightened out her legs, "P-p-put me down!" 

She cried out as her eyes watered. Negan felt his blood boil, following Harley closely as he cradled her wounded side. 

"Let her go, let her go!" He growled to his men, taking the weight of his girl in his arms carefully to not make her more upset. 

The foot soldiers did so, letting go of Harley as Negan stared at the more pale color in Harley's face. 

"I love you, don't go anywhere." Negan whispered, leaning into his girl so the other men couldn't hear the vulnerability in his voice. 

"You can't get rid of me so easily...puddin'." Harley croaked, her eyes getting heavy as Negan carried her inside the compound. 

Harley woke up, scratching her forearm until she peeled back a bit of medical tape. She stared at the ceiling, slowly blinking as she thought of where she really was and what was happening. 

Turning her head, she saw Negan in the doorway of the room, whispering to the new doctor as his hangs gripped the man's shoulders. Slowly, she found the strength to sit up, only to wince loudly. 

Both men looked over to Harley, watching as she tried to move until they rushed over to her. 

"Peach, you gotta rest back." Negan soothed, resting a hand to his girl's arm as she reached for her side. 

Both he and the doctor called for Harley to rest, ease up, and lie back. Harley reached for her side, feeling the heavy amounts of gauze wrapped around it along with the rough stitches that poked along her unwounded skin. 

"H-how--"

"Harley, there's something we've got to tell you." 

Harley turned back to Negan, her brows furrowing until she sat back in slight confusion and fear. 

"No--" 

"Honey, easy. It's just--"

"No! Don't say it, don't you say it..."

Negan sighed, shaking his head at Harley as his brows furrowed and frowned, "Harley, I need you to listen to me." 

Harley shook her head, already blinking away her tears as the new doctor rested a hand to her ankle, "Harleen, I need you to calm down. It's not the worst news." 

Harley wasn't able to hear them, still believing the worst. Negan rested his other hand to Harley's knee, "Listen to me. Harley. You're fine, both of you." 

"However, this might be your last viable pregnancy." The new doctor added, halfway under his breath. 

Harley narrowed her eyes at the doctor, slowly calming down while his comment got her upset again. 

"What do you mean?" She asked, eyes full with tears even as Negan rubbed her leg. 

The doctor looked to Negan then back, nodding for the man to leave. Negan remained still by Harley's side until he pressed his lips to her forehead. 

"I've got to get my men together. I love you." He whispered before removing his hands from Harley and stepping out of the room. 

"Men?" Harley questioned, reaching for Negan to stay, her eyebrows furrowing as she watched him leave. "What's happening?" 

"It's been a month, Harley. You almost died by that girl's hand." 

"Who?" Harley asked, forcing herself to sit upright though her side burned horribly. The stitches in her side poked back into her skin but she powered through. 

"What was her name? Sasha?" 

Harley narrowed her eyes at the doctor, almost feeling the urge to climb from bed and make her way to the main compound. 

"Where is she?" 

"I don't even know. I think Negan had her...taken care of."