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𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐘: 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐒_𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄 🩷
Summary: In the aftermath of a massive explosion at the Andrews' residence, Betty's mother, Alice, insists that you and Betty seek immediate medical attention. The potential severity of the situation weighs heavily on Jughead's mind as he fears for your safety and well-being.
Warnings: Severe Injuries from an explosion, mentions of explosions, possible spoilers
Word Count: 573
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An hour after Alice's plea, you find yourself in a hospital room with Betty and Jughead, each of you sitting by the other's bedside. The sterile environment and beeping of medical equipment create a sense of unease, but the comfort of having your friends close by brings some solace.
Archie takes a seat beside Betty, his hand gently holding hers as he offers words of reassurance. Similarly, Jughead pulls a chair close to your bed, his gaze fixed on you, worry evident in his eyes.
"I'm glad we're all here together," Betty says softly, breaking the silence. "Even under these circumstances, it's comforting to know we have each other."
You nod in agreement, taking in the scene. Despite the anxiety that hangs in the air, the bond between you all remains unshakable.
Betty turns her attention to you, her brow furrowed with concern. "What did the doctor say about your injuries, Y/n?" she asks, her voice gentle yet worried.
You take a deep breath, preparing to share the news you've just received. "Well, the doctor said I have a mild concussion and some bruising, but thankfully, no serious injuries. They want to keep me overnight for observation, just to be safe."
Jughead's hand instinctively finds yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as he exhales a sigh of relief. "I'm so glad it's not worse," he says, a mixture of concern and gratitude in his voice.
"Me too, Jug. Me too. What about you Betty?"
Betty manages a small smile despite the pain she's feeling. "Well, the doctors said I have a couple of broken ribs, which means I'll have to stay in the hospital overnight, maybe even for a few days, to make sure they heal properly."
You and Jughead exchange a worried look. "Ouch, that sounds really painful," Jughead says, his voice filled with sympathy. "But at least you're here getting the care you need. And hey, roomies, right?" he adds, attempting to lighten the mood with a bit of humor.
Betty chuckles, then winces slightly. "Yeah, I guess there's a silver lining in all this. Though I wouldn't recommend breaking ribs as a way to bond with your best friend."
As the conversation shifts back to you, Jughead's gaze remains fixed on your hospital bed, his heart heavy with worry. Even though your injuries weren't as severe as Betty's, the sight of you in this sterile room with monitors beeping and tubes connected to your arm was a painful reminder of how close you all came to something far worse.
His mind races with 'what ifs' as he struggles to come to terms with the night's events. He knows he should be grateful that your injuries aren't worse, but he can't shake the sense of guilt that washes over him. What if he had been more attentive? What if he had noticed the warning signs sooner?
Jughead reaches for your hand again, intertwining his fingers with yours, as if trying to ground himself in the present. "I'm just glad you're here and safe, Y/n," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.
