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You were cold. And sick. It wasn’t the first time this happened. Of course, this happened a few times, but it never felt this awful before. It felt like you were dying... well, let's not exaggerate it, but you just hated the feeling of being dizzy and weak. And another thing is that he comes to pester you about it, sometimes teasing you or just being straight up mean. But at least he comes and takes care of you. You tried to hug the blankets on your bed hoping to warm you up... You were still cold.
A slight glitch appears on the TV, then a blue eye appears on the screen.
“How are you feeling my little flower?” He says, the TV distorting some of his voice, looking at you through the screen. You didn’t like the fact that Harley could pop in anytime he wants. It made you feel like you had no privacy at all to yourself.
“I feel sick... again...” You said, peeking from beneath the blankets through your tired eyes. Why did you have to feel this way?
“Again? But you were sick last week. How are you getting ill again?”
“I don’t know... Aren’t you supposed to know this?”
“Mhmm, guess I’ll have to take care of your health again.”
And with that the TV shuts off, leaving you to curl up in your blankets and wait for him to come and see you. Like he always did. The patient like clothing didn’t help you with your fever either. It was back then you asked him to get you warmer clothes, but he didn’t really find anything besides dirty lab coats. Harley insisted that you stay in this room, and said “how could a poor fragile thing like you ever survive out there without me?”. After all, he did find you lost in a cave, wandering around like some lost pet.
You huddle beneath the blankets to maybe catch some of that warmth you want to find. Then your brain starts to wander, about this place and its purpose. There was one time you tried to sneak off from Harley’s gaze and into the other parts of the factory. And It’s been clear that this place had been abandoned for some time now. Finding dusty equipment and weird dark stains on the ground. You just wanted to see what was making all those noises up above. You found yourself in a room, it was quiet, and in the next moment you let out a cry. A robot-like figure with a white coat was dragging you back to your room, with you crying and trying to escape its grasp. It had locked you in there, and that’s when the TV screen in the room lit up, finding yourself being yelled at by Harley for leaving his view.
It does scare you how possessive he can be sometimes. You never questioned it, and he never really liked to talk about it.
The door opened to your room, and there stood Harley in his robotic like form. In his right hand held a bowl of soup, and there seemed to be something else in his other hand since he was grasping it. You sat up on your bed with your blankets around you, looking at him with tired eyes.
“I’ve found some medicine to help you fight your illness, along with some chicken soup.” he said while placing the bowl down on the table. He came and sat on the edge of your bed next to you and held out two pills. You stared at him, then at the pills... Then back at him.
“what’s the matter? Scared you’ll choke on them?” he said, his voice sounding like he was teasing you at the end. You felt your face heating up a bit at his words, but ignored it and took the pills from out of his hand.
“No, it’s just... where did you find these? I thought you said this place was abandoned for a long time?”
“Ah, you’re asking if the pills are expired, correct?”
“Yea...”
He was quiet for a few seconds, then he readjusted his coat. “Well, my flower, the people that worked here sometimes made certain medicine last for a long time. So, you do not need to worry about getting sick from these pills. I’ve done my research to ensure you that they are not expired, but they will be if you don’t take them.” Harley said as he stood up from the bed. He turned towards the door and began to walk out of your room. You looked down at your pills, then at the soup on the table, then looked at the man heading out the door. You spoke up before he could be fully out the door.
“Uhmm, Harley?”
He stopped in his tracks. “Yes flower?”
“Can you bring me some water too?...”
“... Is the chicken soup not enough for you?” okay, he sounds a bit irritated now. You don’t want him to be mad at you. Unlike last time...
“U-uhm, no It’s fine...”
“Good. I’ll come and check up on you later.” He grabbed the door knob and closed the door behind him. The sound of the lock clicking back into place. And with that, he was gone.
Leaving you all alone with your soup and pills.