A Bughead story

Chapter 37

                 1 month since the accident.

Jugheads POV.

It's been about half a month since my last surgery. A month ago today I got my shit rocked and almost died. The nurses have made me start moving and trying to walk again. Betty seems off. Like something's bothering her. I try to ask her what's wrong but she claims it's nothing. Today has been a particularly hard day. I stood for the first time out of my bed and Betty was so happy for me. My dad seemed joyful to. He's been quiet too. Now I am laying in bed with Betty sleeping on top of me. My dad is watching tv. I push the nurse button on the side of my bed. Moments later someone walks in. Before she can ask me what I need I open my mouth to say "Because I am in recovery now, I think I can fully recover in Riverdale." I say and the nurse tells me she will talk to my primary doctor. She leaves.
"You feeling better?" My dad asked me and I nod. "For the most part. I don't feel physically hurt. So I'm good enough to recover in Riverdale." I explain myself.  "You've got to tell Betty to go back now. If the doctors say you have to stay here, she leaves. If your good to go then we will all go. She's missing way too much school." My dad says and I silently agree with him I've been telling her see needs to go for a while but she won't leave me. She's to scared and hell I would be too. She saw me almost bleed out to death. She went through another traumatizing day in her life. It's all a blur to me but I'm sure she remembers every detail of that day. "Do you think that I'll ever be the same?" I ask my dad and he looks confused. "I can barely stand up dad, I don't think I'll ever be the same as before. Everything is just fucked up." I say and release that fear off me. "It's going to be a long recovery. You won't be the same. You'll be better. I think this will only make you stronger jughead. Don't let this hold you back." My dad tries his best to give advice. It does make me feel a little better. I could get better faster at home. In Betty's bed. Not the hospital bed. "The doctors think that another week or so here, would reassure them. Sorry buddy. We will see how things go." The nurse quickly says then leaves. I sigh in frustration. But I am careful not to wake Betty.

Another week in hell. This is terrible. I get treated like a child and I can't do anything. This means Betty has to leave. I hope she's ready. I don't want her to travel alone though. Especially when there are creepy men in this world that want her. This is just ridiculous . I am fine besides the fact I can't walk or move but I can relearn that in Riverdale general not Mayo. This is fucking ridiculous. I'm not going to have this. I am going back to Riverdale. Betty groans. She must've just woken up. "Hey" I say and pat her head. All of my anger dissolves momentarily when I see her soft little post sleeping smile. I could watch her like this for hours. "Any good news?" She asks me and I shake my head. "Tell her." My dad speaks suddenly. She raised her head up quickly. "Tell me what?" She sounded concerned more than upset. "It's nothing. Stop there's no point." I say firmly to my father. He is getting so worked up and for what? "She needs to go. You will stay here and she will go to school." My dads voice is even. "Fp, I am doing work online and I was already ahead it's not a big deal" she says as the same time that I blurt "I'll convince my doctors to let me go. There is no reason that I'm here." I say. "No! They are the damn doctors and they decide when you leave. I am the damn adult here so I'll decide what happens and who leaves! I am in charge not you!" He yells at us for no fucking reason and it gets on my last nerve. "What's your fucking problem? Why are you yelling?" I say in a calm voice as the storms out. "What the hell was that about?" She says in a monotone voice. I shrug my shoulders. I've decided whenever my doctor comes to check on me I will ask to leave the hospital. If I am just recovering why am I still here? I notice Betty hold her stomach and groan a little. "Babe, what's wrong?" I ask her.
"I think I got food poisoning from the pizza yesterday" She says in discomfort. "I can see if you can get some pain meds?" I offer her but she refuses. She gets up off the bed and tells me she is going for a drive and will return soon. I don't blame her for wanting to leave and get out if this depressing hospital. She leaves and I am left alone. I guess I could watch a movie... no. Nap? Nah. I practice using my muscles. I flex every muscle I could. I try to bounce my legs but am not very successful.