Riverdale Preferences

#17 You Break A Bone

Archie: You sat in the emergency room with Archie beside you, his hand holding your leg as you cradled your left arm. You winced as you tried to readjust yourself in the hard plastic chair, and you tried not to look at the swollen, bruised, and broken arm. It was an accident, of course you never wanted to break your arm. Hell, you had never broken any bone for that matter. You had fallen down the stairs, not intentionally, but slipped because you were in socks. After hitting almost every stair on your way down, the way you landed had caused such a loud and ear piercing scream to erupt from your chest, that it shocked you. But at the moment, you didn't care because the pain was wild. You had never felt anything like it before, and it just kept getting worse. Archie had ran to see what was wrong, and saw you lying crumpled up in the corner of the stairs, with your arm lying in an unnatural position. He had picked you up, gently, and immediately knew what to do. He had told you that his younger brother had broken a bone before and that he had taken care of him. He had helped you wrap some cloth around it to hold the bag of ice he had placed gingerly on it. He had helped you into the car, holding you as you walked to the hospital and filled out the forms for you. You were pale from the pain, never experiencing anything like it, but the entire time Archie had held your hand, asking you frequently if you were okay. You had nodded your head saying that you were fine, and that it was nothing. "It's not nothing, you just fell down the stairs, broke your arm, and I wouldn't be surprised if you have a concussion." He had said putting some hair behind your ear. The nurse escorted you to the small bed, as you rested against it. She took your vitals, as Archie hovered around you, his hand never leaving you. "Archie, I'm fine." You said laughing as the nurse smiled at him. "I'm just worried about you, that's all." He said, looking at you. "Your arm looks awful." He said peeling back some of the towel to see the now coloured bruises popping up over your skin. "Thanks, I couldn't notice." You said, wincing and gasping as the nurse moved it, so the doctor could see it when he came in. "Is there anything you can give me for the pain?" You said through gritted teeth. "That's for the doctor to administer sweetie. Shouldn't be long." She said, smiling encouragingly at you. You merely nodded your head, as she left, leaving you and Archie. "I wish I could take the pain away." He said, smiling apologetically at you. "It's fine," You said laying your head against the awful hospital pillow. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you." He said. "Archie, you couldn't have walked me down the stairs to prevent this. I slipped accidentally, it's just a freak accident." You said. "And you are not walking me down the stairs from now on by the way." You said shaking your head. "At least let me take care of you when we get home." He said. You couldn't help but smile at him. "Can I sign your cast first?" He said as if he was a child. "Obviously," You said smiling. "I want something awesome on it." You added, gasping as you moved your arm accidentally. "This is going to suck." You said between a clenched jaw. He only laughed kissing your temple as you waited for the doctor to come in and fix you up.

Jughead:  "Easy there," Jughead said, helping you sit down. You sighed heavily as you sat, the pain medication beginning to fade, as more shooting stabs of red pain shot up your leg. You had broken your leg skiing with your family and Jughead. You thought you could go around the tree, but you didn't gauge the speed that you were going, nor how close the tree was to you. Before you knew it you had collided with it, your leg making a sickening snap as you lay in the snow, taking deep breaths. Jughead had skied up to you, your parents somewhere else on the resort, as he ran over to you. "Oh god, are you alright? Oh my god your leg." He said, trying to help you. "I need you to go call the health team or whatever they are. You're not going to be able to ski the hill and help me." You said trying to sit up and ignore the nauseous feeling in the pit of your stomach. "I'm not leaving you alone, oh god." He said, frantically ghosting his hand over your leg. "Jughead, listen to me. You need to go get help okay? I'll be fine, you can visibly see me on the slope, you won't miss me." You said, trying to smile reassuringly at him, but it turned out to be more of a grimace than anything. Jughead sat there for a few seconds before nodding his head and telling you that he would be right back. He had sped down the slope, disappearing around the bend as you took deep breaths, and tried to ignore your leg. About twenty minutes later paramedics came to your aid, and helped you onto the snowmobile to take you off to somewhere that could help you. You were in your room, your parents off doing whatever when they realized that you would be cooped up in your room for the remaining two days that your vacation consisted of. "I'm sorry for ruining the trip," You said as you settled against the pillows. "It's not your fault!" He said, patting your leg. "But it is. If I had of gauged how close that tree was we would't be in this situation." You said, huffing. "Hey, it's fine. You know I'm not that great of a skier. It would have been one of us. I much prefer to sit in here with the fire going, then out there in the cold." He said laughing slightly. You grinned at him, looking at your bulky leg. "It's going tone a long couple of months." You said. "I'll help you out, I'll carry you around, and help you walk, and do all that great stuff." He said, grinning. "What would I do without you?" You said kissing him. "You would probably die on the couch." He said, causing you to erupt into a fit of giggles. You shook your head kissing him again. "We can still cuddle." You said happily. "Thank God." He said under his breath, before wrapping you up in his arms and holding you tightly.

Kevin: "Kevin, it's not that big of deal." You said holding your hand carefully in your lap. You had broken your finger in the gym a few days ago, and all it had on was a metal splint, but Kevin treated it as if you had shattered your entire you hand. "But you have limited usage, and it probably hurt. This is why I hate sports." He said, grabbing your uninjured hand. "Kevin, I shot a ball, it bounced off of the rim and came flying back. It's fine. It hurt for like two seconds before it went numb." You said. "But it's the fact that you still broke your finger." He said to you. You sighed shaking your head, before leaning forward to grab your mug of tea. "Here," He said lunging in front of you to hand it to you. "I appreciate this Kevin, but I didn't break both hands." You said leaning back with your mug. "I know, I just don't want you to hurt your finger. It has to heal so you should take it easy." He said, staring at the metal casing around your ring finger. "I can still function with it, its splinted up so I can't bend it. That's all." You said, shrugging your shoulders. "Do you need anything?" He asked after a moments silence, and you sighed, but laughed nonetheless. "No Kevin, I'm fine." You said kissing his cheek. "Stop worrying." You added. "It's hard to, when you're hurt. I hate seeing you hurt. I want you to be happy." He said in a small voice. You couldn't help the way your heart thumped a little harder in your chest at his words. "Thank you Kevin, but I am happy, because you're here. I may have a broken finger, but I still have you." You said leaning into his shoulder, relishing the way you moved with his breathing. "But this means I can't play with your fingers now, because of the one. See this is awful for the both of us." He said, causing you to giggle. "I do have a free hand you know that right?" You said laughing, and holding up the uninjured one. He laughed, kissing your head and grabbing your free hand to weave and play with your fingers.

Reggie: Breaking your ankle wasn't really the grandest thing. You hated the frumpy cast, and the way you had to use crutches to hobble about. You had broke your ankle falling off the curb of the street, and landing on it awkwardly. You had collapsed, Reggie barely catching you as your body hit the cement. You cried out as your ankle throbbed with an awful pain, but you dismissed it as a sprain as you tried to stand up. Unfortunately, you couldn't put any wait on it, so Reggie had decided to take you to the nearest hospital which diagnosed you with a broken ankle. Four to six months healing time. You weren't thrilled, the cast prohibiting you to do a lot of things, and it drew even more stares from onlookers. You had the cast propped up on the coffee table as you sighed looking at it. Reggie came in to sit beside you, chuckling at your scowl. "What's wrong?" He said, playfully bumping your shoulder with his. "It's so frumpy, and ugly." You said, still scowling at it. He stood up without a word, and left you confused. He came back shortly with a marker before sitting on the coffee table and signing your cast, with a massive heart. "There, now it's not so ugly." He said patting it gently. "Thanks," You said trying to turn your ankle so you could see it. It had his name in big letters with a giant heart around his name. "This is so cliche," you said laughing. "Well, we have to have some normalcy to our lives." He said chuckling as he came back to sit next to you. "That is very true." You said. "What do you want to tell our friends? The truth?" He said, wrapping an arm around you. "I could always say you crushed my ankle with your super human strength?" You suggested, creating a light chuckle from Reggie. "I don't think so, that sounds abusive. Why not just say the real thing?" "But that sounds so lame," You said laughing. "And quite pathetic." You added. "Hey, it's fine. If anything you're a beast for coming out of that alive." You laughed, pleased with his response. "Because that was so life threatening." You said sarcastically. "You could have died if I wasn't there to save you!" He joked, punching you arm. "I was worried." He said, this time more seriously. "Really?" "Well, the expression of pain on your face was something that I really don't like seeing, and I couldn't take it away." He said quietly. "Look at you getting all mushy." You said poking him. "You're awful." He said kissing your cheek, as you leaned into him.