Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Forty

Harley froze in her place on the bed, thinking of the last thing she could remember. Her body ached from being still for so long, she could barely remember walking. 

She reached over to her side, pressing down on it to feel something. Wincing harshly, Harley withdrew her hand and demanded that the doctor left. The thought of being out of commission, almost dying and the recurring pain in her side was almost enough to keep Harley in bed. 

She felt her knees buckle as her toes grazed the floor. Being in bed for so long caused her legs to become emaciated. Harley could barely even remember the last time she had solid food. Forcing herself up, Harley braced one hand to her side as her other reached for a table. 

Her knees buckled, the rest of her body almost making her legs fold beneath her. Harley was going to have to get used to her new center of balance. She exhaled loudly, making an effort to shift one foot across the floor before doing the same to the other, her hand clinging to the wall as much as she could. 

As Harley reached the doors, she noticed the guards stood by them. 

"Move," she ordered, forcing one of the men out of the way by waving her hand. Harley could barely keep herself up and the Savior took hold of her feeble arm to steady her. 

Harley stopped in her tracks, letting the man ease the heavy weight from her feet, "Get me...outside. I'm going...to the cells." 

The Savior looked over to his accomplice, then back at Harley, "We...we can't allow that. Negan--"

"Where is he? Is he still here? Because if not, there's no way he'll know." 

"Yes, he will." 

Harley shifted slightly, feeling her wound pulsate with her heartbeat, "I need...to see...the girl." 

"Harley--"

"I'll kill her. I'm not...going to lie to you," she forced out with pants, the entirety of her body expending her energy into standing and not crying out in pain. "I want...her head." 

As the Saviors tried to talk Harley out of it, her eyes stopped focusing on the floor beneath her. She thought hard to get her toes to wiggle, only feeling the muscles in her legs seize the more she wanted to stretch them. 

Harley removed her hand from her side and grabbed the Savior's arm, "Get Negan." 

She continued to stare down at her atrophied legs, feeling useless after being left alone. 

"Harley, Darling, are you feeling useful?" The same ancient voice from the lost returned to her, "The poor queen, down on her luck." 

"Shut up," Harley whispered, more to herself as the Savior holding onto her returned her to bed. 

"You were trying so hard to be a little Savior, but look at you...my little crazy." The Joker seemed to echo through the room while Harley sank to sit on the bed. 

She waved the aide away, waiting for one of them to leave to find Negan.

"Stop. Talking," Harley reached up to clamp her hands over her ears, "Stop. Stop. Stop." 

Harley woke up with a jolt as she felt rough fingers brush along her hairline. 

"You done gave me a fright, Harls," Negan soothed as he stared down at his girl, "Screaming at nothing to stop." 

She sat up slowly, still feeling the sting of her wound radiate through her side. Harley unconsciously tilted her head into Negan's touch, his fingers almost colder to her skin. 

"You're burning up, Peach. You know, you don't have to force yourself out of bed," Negan said, his other hand reaching to rub Harley's thigh, "You should rest up, get better." 

"I'm fine," Harley croaked lowly, her throat parched and yearning for water. 

"You don't have to lie to me. I don't need my right hand girl off of her game." 

Shifting onto her back, Harley held Negan's fingers to her head, "You hate me?" 

"No, how could I? You and," He slowly rested his hand to Harley's stomach, "this miracle kid is my whole world. I'm gonna find you some antibiotics. You stay in bed," Negan pushed back more of Harley's hair as he leaned down to kiss her forehead, "And if you get up without letting one of those fuckers outside that door,  I'll come back and watch you myself." 

Harley hummed lowly, reaching to run her fingers along Negan's chest, "I love you." 

Negan grinned, his lips still against her forehead, then pulled away, "Love you too. Stay here. I'll come back for you." 

But that was before...