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A pained grunt could be heard from Tina's room, making her frown a little deeper and her own headache a little less manageable.
‐ "I'm coming, sweetie!" – Tina cried out from the first floor, her tone dripping with sarcasm, filling a glass with water.
As she walked upstairs with the glass and a bag of medicine, she heard another pitiful whine.
–"Jesus christ, are you done being insufferable?" – Tina reproched, rolling her eyes and leaving the bag on her desk, staring at the idiotic man who thought trying to fix his car in the middle of the rain was a good idea.
He went back to grunts and tried to hit her, failing miserably and almost falling from the bed, saving himself by pure luck.
"I should just feed you painkillers until you die, you bastard"
–"Fuck you..." – Harley muttered weakly.
Tina kneeled next to the bed and grabbed him by the hair to check his temperature.
She could barely manage to hide her laughter as she realised he had a major fever.
"Guess who was right about you having a cold, dear?"
"Fuck off..."
She chuckled as she got back to the bag, taking a well bought precautionary tylenol and making Harley chug it with the glass of water.
He choked a little bit, but took it anyways, looking at Tina like he wanted to kill her.
A few minutes passed and the world started to blur, his head feeling lighter and heavier by the second.
He looked pathetic. He looked pathetic in front of her. He couldnt allow that. He wouldnt allow that. He couldnt-
...
He fell asleep.
And now he woke up to a hand petting his hair softly. Strangely.
He knew who was doing that. He knew he should've broke her hand for that, but he could also hear the little voice in the back of his mind not only saying he wasnt strong enough to do so, but also that he didnt feel really uncontent with the situation. As long as he kept acting asleep, his pride would stay intact anyways.
And if she actually knew Harley was awake, well... that would be none of his business.