Will I Last // Betty Cooper

Cry of hope // 3

I was awoken late that night by a sharp cry coming from the cot. 

"Hey baby." I cooed. I went to pick him up, but he was burning up.

"Juggie." I called in a panic. He shot up instantly.

"Betts?" He asked. "What's wrong?" 

"Tyson, he's burning up." I whispered. Jughead jumped out of bed, and picked up Tyson. 

"I think we'd better get him to the hospital." Jughead whispered. I quickly changed, and Jughead did the same. I changed Tyson's diaper, and put a jumper on him. I grabbed my bag, and we ran out to the car. I sat next to Tyson in the back, whilst Jughead jumped into the drivers seat. Tyson was screaming, and all I could do, was sit there and hod his hand. 

"It's okay baby." I cooed. Jughead drove to the hospital the fastest I've ever seen him drive. We pulled into the hospital car park, and ran out of the car. We made in to the emergency department in record time. We were quickly ushered to a room. The doctor introduced himself, and he began to take some tests. 

"We're going to need to do a blood test." The doctor sighed. I held Tyson tight in my arms. I couldn't bare to put him through that type of pain. 

"Juggie." I whispered. Jughead looked down at me.

"We have to Betts." He whispered back. He took Tyson, and put him down on the table. Tyson began to squirm, so Jughead had to hold him down. I stood behind Jughead, and burrowed my head into his back. I could hear Tyson scream loudly, and I knew the doctor had begun. It felt like years until the doctor announced that it was done and the results will come shortly. Tyson was taken to a room, and was hooked up to an IV to get antibiotics. Tyson had finally fallen asleep. Jughead and I sat in two chairs brought up to the crib. My head was resting on Jughead's shoulder. 

"Try and fall asleep Betty." He whispered. I shook my head.

"I can't not whilst I know that there is something wrong with my baby." I whispered. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I couldn't hold it in. I began to sob quietly. 

"Hey, Betts. It'll be okay." He said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"You don't know that." I whispered. 

"Remember back two years ago. When I found out that you were starving yourself. I told you it would be okay. I was right, wasn't I? So trust me on this. I wouldn't lie to you." He sighed. I soon fell asleep. I woke up on the floor on top of my jumper and Jughead's. Jughead was sitting in the chairs, asleep. I got up, and folded the jackets. I placed them in the corner. Then, I came and sat next to him on the chairs. I pulled out my phone and realised it was 9 AM. The IV had been changed. I got up out of my chair, and walked over to the cot. Tyson was lying there, outstretched. His face looked flushed, and he was still warm. 

"Hey there Juliet." Juggie yawned. "Nurse off duty?" I turned around, and Jughead was standing behind me.

"Why didn't you wake me the nurse came in?" I asked him.

"You looked so peaceful. I didn't want to disturb you." He whispered.

"Do you want to grab something to eat?" He asked me. I turned away.

"I'm not hungry." I mumbled. 

"Betty." He sighed. "Not again. Please. I almost lost you once, I couldn't bare to loose you again."