Remember Me

Chapter Two

"Jughead?" Betty calls when she's woken up by a few thuds. "Juggie? Did you break something?" She calls. When there's no response she starts to worry, climbing out of bed. "Jug? Jug? Are you-" She freezes when she sees him, unconscious at the bottom of the stairs. "Jughead!" She calls, rushing down and kneeling next to him. He was breathing, and she checked his pulse. He had one, thankfully. "Oh my God, don't worry, Juggie. It'll be okay, it'll be.." She trails off, brushing his beanie off his head. His scar from Bret was swelling. It looked infected. "Oh no.. that's.." Betty panics. She gags, getting up and running to the kitchen sink. She vomits, unable to handle the stress of the situation. Is he gonna die? Is he okay? She wracks her brain for what she should do, deciding on calling an ambulance. She fumbles, running back upstairs to get her phone off the charger. "H-Hello? — Yes, m-my boyfriend he um.. he fell down a flight of stairs a-and he's unconscious. — Yes, he's breathing and he has a pulse. — U-Um no, there's no bleeding. B-But he um.. he has had head trauma recently. — Three weeks ago to be exact, yes the scar is still fresh it um. It's actually very swollen right now.. it's um.. it looks infected. — Okay. Okay, thank you. Um, Elm Street, thank you." She hangs up, breaking into tears. "Why the hell didn't I check earlier?" She sobs.

After about ten minutes the ambulance arrives. They take Jughead out on a stretcher, allowing Betty to come in the ambulance as well. She held his hand the entire time as the EMT's checked his wound. Based on their reactions something was definitely very wrong. They got to the hospital and they rushed Jughead down to neurology immediately. Betty sat in the waiting room, terrified she would never see him again.

"Forsythe Jones?" A nurse calls. Betty stands up, her eyes red from crying, her cheeks tear stained. "I'm his g-girlfriend, is everything all right?" She hiccups. "He's stable right now, the doctor's are trying to diagnose him currently. We just have some questions." The nurse says, bringing Betty to a private area where they could discuss this. "His records show that three weeks ago he was treated for some blunt-force trauma to the skull, and he went home healthy, correct?" The nurse asks, reading the clipboard. Betty nods, clenching her fists so her nails dug into her palms. "Was there anything suspicious? Anything to show something was wrong?" The nurse asks. Betty thinks. "I um. Well, he slept all day yesterday. Literally all day." Betty mumbles. The nurse let's out a short sigh, writing that down. "I-Is that bad?" Betty asks. The nurse takes a breath. "With patients of head trauma there's always some form of a concussion or brain trauma, which in response can cause major fatigue. But it's extremely important to not let the patient sleep so much as it can cause health issues to the brain." The nurse explains. Betty chews her lip. "This is my fault. I told him to rest, I told him he should relax." She panics. "Shh, shh, it's okay. It's not your fault. Was there anything else?" The nurse asks. Betty wracks her brain. "U-Um.. when he woke up he seemed um.. forgetful? He couldn't remember the conversation we had in the morning.. and he wasn't aware of the time. He also wasn't hungry. At all, which is very unlike him." She explains. The nurse nods. "B-But I didn't like the thought of him not having eaten, so I told him to go get some food in his stomach and I laid down to sleep. Next thing I know I hear a couple thuds and he's unconscious at the bottom of the stairs." Betty chokes. The nurse frowns. "Thank you. This information is all, very helpful. You can go sit back down in the waiting area." Betty nods, going where she was told. "I'm so sorry, Juggie.." She mumbles, staring at the freshly broken skin of her palms.

It was maybe two hours Betty had sat in the waiting area before a nurse told her Jughead had woken up. She enters the room, sitting beside him. "I'm so so sorry Juggie, I should've taken better care of you." She sobs, looking at him. There was a bandage around his head where his scar was, and he looked at her blankly. "Juggie say something, please." She cries. "Um, miss we should warn you." The doctor starts, but Jughead cuts her off.

"Who are you?"