11﹕ sender runs their fingers through receiver’s hair .
𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺
"Urghh, one of these days I swear I'm going to blow Arkham up. Once the room stops spinning." Edward grumbles as Harley runs soothing fingers through sweat-drenched hair. He feels awful, his wonderful mind moving at the pace of crude sludge. Courtesy of Arkham putting him on a new brand of 'sedatives' to make him easier to handle, of course. While it made him slower, more placid, it made going cold turkey a living nightmare. Edward swallows as another bout of nausea threatens to take him again, thin body wracked with pain as it complains about missing medical treatment. He focuses on the fingers running through his hair instead, the sensation keeping him grounded in the here and now and not how badly he wanted to throw up right this minute. If Harley wasn't here, god knows how he'd be faring. Probably sprawled out on the floor, trembling in a pool of his own sweat instead of resting his head on her lap. Certainly more dignified like this, Harley helping to keep him steady whenever the room decided to start spinning. Edward holds onto her other hand, rubbing slow circles across her palm to mirror her own touches. "How long was I locked up, anyway? I can barely remember a thing." @qu-tipie