JugHead x Reader

Accidents Cause Accidents Part 2

Word Count: 3234
A/N: so I am making this into a series, even though I have two other series going on but whatever lmao. I took a break from jealousy but it will be back very shortly, as well as secrets so stay tuned! I hope you enjoy the second part to Accidents cause Accidents, I made this part somewhat low-key but next one is going to be crazy. If you think I should make this a separate book let me know, and also just give me all around feedback! Much love! ❤️

   Y/Ns eyes fluttered open, her head pounding and making it hard to even think. She looked around and saw the beanie boy sitting in the chair next to her hospital bed. He seemed to be asleep, but he had a laptop open in his lap. Slowly, she tried to sit up, her head feeling light and the room spinning, but she was determined.
     "Ugh." she groaned, waking the beanie boy from his sleep.
     "Y/N, what are you doing? Lay back down!" he said, quickly placing his laptop on the chair next to him and rushing over to her side.
     "No, I want to sit up. Laying here makes me feel vulnerable." she complained.
     "That doesn't matter, you aren't. But you're going to hurt yourself even more if you sit up." he said sternly, trying to direct her back down into a laying down position.
     "Listen here Beanie, just because we are apparently together doesn't mean I need you to tell me what I need to do. I am my own independent person and I can take care of myself." she shot in pure frustration and vulnerability. He slowly backed up, a look of hurt crossing his face.
     "Sorry..." he mumbled, staring down at the ground. Y/N softened up as she watched him sit back down and start to type on his laptop, and she felt her chest hurt.
     "You don't need to be sorry, I was a bitch. I don't mean to be, okay? I'm just terrified because I don't know whats going on or who I am or where I am... I'm scared." she said, watching the beanie boy. He continued to type on his laptop and he swallowed hard, his face still conveyed hurt.
     "I shouldn't of snapped at you! You're the only person who has been here constantly and I appreciate it. As of the moment, you're the only one who makes me feel anything, and that scares me a little bit too. It feels good though, my heart stops beating for a second when you say my name, and when you're near it speeds up. I don't know what I'm feeling, you tell me its love but I don't even remember what that is or what its supposed to feel like... all I know is that when I look at you, it feels like I know you, and I know who I am and where I am. I feel... safe." she whispered the last part and started messing with her hands, scared to look at the raven haired boy sitting in a seat across the room. Just then she felt hands on her face and lips on hers, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling which was gone way too soon.
     "I love you." he said and she smiled up at him.
     "I... I love you too Beanie Boy." he chuckled and rolled his eyes.
     "I have a name you know, baby girl." he teased and she giggled.
     "I know, Jughead Jones the Third, I have one too. Y/N...." she trailed off, trying to remember her last name. she furrowed her eyes in concentration.
     "Y/L/N. My beautiful girlfriends beautiful name is Y/N  Y/L/N." he reminded her, and she nodded her head.
     "Y/N  Y/L/N." she whispered to herself.
     "You should of had that memorized before you had mine down." he teased, and she shrugged.
     "Your name was more important to me to learn than my own I guess." she said and he smiled.
     "Miss Y/L/N, how are you feeling?" Dr. Smith asked, walking into the room. Y/N tensed up, and Jughead noticed, giving her a worried look.
     "I'm tired, and I want to get out of this stupid bed." she grumbled.
     "I understand. Do you think you're well enough to talk to Sheriff Keller?" he asked. She shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her hands.
     "I guess." she mumbled.
     "Maybe we should let her rest for a little while longer, she's been having a tough time, or at least let her go for a walk." Jughead suggested, and Y/N looked gratefully up at him.
     "I don't think that's much of a good idea. Its a miracle she is only suffering from amnesia, a concussion and a few broken ribs from her fall, I would hate to see her fall and hurt herself even more." Dr. Smith said. "I think it would be better if she stayed here and talked to the sheriff, see if she can remember anything. I don't know if you remember, but you woke up last night yelling about that day. We had nurses come in to help you and you started to explain things that happened when you fell off the balcony-"
     "I didn't fall, asshat. I was thrown off." she growled and Dr. Smith jotted something down.
     "Right, thrown."
     "What the hell is that supposed to mean? She was thrown, we have witnesses that said it themselves too."
     "Son, I'm going to have to ask you to leave, you seem to be upsetting my patient and she's already having a tough time as it is." Dr. Smith said, looking up from his clipboard.
     "He isn't the one upsetting me!" Y/N cried, holding onto Jugheads arm.
     "I refuse to leave, she needs me." Jughead said. Dr. Smith placed the clipboard on Y/Ns end table and walked towards the beanie clad boy.
     "I really don't want to have to call security on you. I understand that you want to be here for her, but right now she has things that she needs to do. You can come back tomorrow at opening visiting hour." he calmly said, and Jugheads face fell.
     "Why tomorrow, its only 10 in the morning now!" he said, and Y/N held onto him tighter.
     "She has a long day ahead of her and you are making her quite rebellious. She doesnt need that right now, she has just lost her memory and doesnt realize how much danger she is in. The last thing i need is one of our star witnesses disappearing, or even worse trying to and getting killed in the process. Now i am not going to ask you again, leave or else i'll have to call an escort to remove you from the area." Dr. Smith shot, and Jughead reluctantly nodded his head. He turned to face Y/N and leaned down, kissing her. Y/N felt tears stinging at her eyes and fear settling in her stomach and she watched as anger and sadness washed over Jugheads face.
      "Don't go!" Y/N called as Jughead backed up, turning towards the door.
     "Have a good day, Mr. Jones." Dr. Smith said as he passed.    
     "You too.'' Jughead gritted through his teeth