Dreamers

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F POV
"Alright Betts. That's it." I say and pick her up. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I could feel her shaking. "What about my bike?" she asks. "It'll be fine." I say. "Wait, Scarlett?" she asks. "Scarlett, get your things and come on." I say. She nods and gets her bag. I set Betty in the car. "Where are you gonna take her?" Scarlett asks. "The wyrm has a doctor. I can't take her to the hospital because they will recognize both of us." I say and get in, "hang in there Betts."

J POV
Sweet pea came running into the office. "You need to come, now." he says. I get up and follow him down the stairs. I see fangs carrying Betty, with Scarlett trailing them. "What happened?" I ask. "I think she's getting sick. She can't even stand." he says. "Doctor." I say and we head to one of the empty rooms. She comes in and gets straight to work. "She has the flu. As for the balance, it's her blood sugar. She needs to eat more." she says. "And the baby?" I ask. "The baby will be fine. She just needs to keep fluids in her, and she needs to eat." she answers and I nod. "Thank you." I say. "You can take her home whenever you want." she says. I carefully pick her up and take her to my office. "Juggie." she whines. "I know love." I whisper. She whines and squirms. I set her gently on the couch. Scarlett came in with some water and soup. She tries to give it to Betty, but she wouldn't eat or drink. "Mom, you have to keep hydrated." she says. "No." she whines and turns away from her. "Mom." she says softly.

S POV
"Please." I say. She slowly turns and looks at me. She nods slightly and I give her some water. She eats the soup, and Fp came in. "Hey Betts. How ya feeling?" he asks. "Like sh-" she starts. "LANGUAGE!" he says. "Crap." she finishes. "Thank you." he says. She does a sarcastic smile at him. "Come on. You know I would let you say it if your 15 year old daughter wasn't in here." he grins. She flips him off and turns away from us. "Be nice." Dad says, and she flips him off too. "Mom." I laugh, "you need to get some rest." she turns back to face me, and nods.

B POV
I woke up on the couch in the office. I groaned as I tried to sit up. "Hey. Don't try to get up." I hear. I look around and spot jughead sitting at the desk. "No. I have to get up. I have to go to work." I say. "Betts hun, you're sick. You have the flu." he says. "So. I've had the flu before. I was just fine going to work." I say. "That's in the past, not right now. You are not going to work, even if I have to lock you in a room." he says. "Juggie." I whine. "No means no. I can say it in Spanish if you'd like." he grins. "Shut up." I say. "You're antsy when you're sick." he says. "Really. I would've never noticed." I say sarcastically. I roll to my side, and he gets up. "You need to eat something." he says. "I know." I say. He walks towards the door and starts yelling. "Stop yelling." I hold my head. "Sorry love." he says softly. Fp comes into the office with a bowl, and jughead helps me sit up. "Did you have to make so much?" I groan. "You need to eat." Fp says. "I know, but you made to much." I stare at the bowl. "Just eat as much of it as you can. We can save the rest for later." he says. I nod and eat slowly. Jughead sat next to me, and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I lean against him and eat as much as I can. "I'm done." I push the bowl away. I curl up against jughead and try to sleep. "Be still." I say. He chuckles and I hear the door close.

FP POV
I took the soup back and got surrounded. "How is she?" they ask. "She doesn't feel good, so I wouldn't bombard her, unless you want to get flipped off." I chuckle. They all laugh and start to return to what they were doing. Scarlett was sitting on top the bar, and she looked exactly like Betty, minus the whiskey. "Hey Scarlett." I say. "Hey grandpa." she says. "You look just like her." I smile, "Well, almost. You have his eyes and she always has a glass when she sits on the bar." She giggles and hops down. "Do you think she would let me design my tattoo?" she asks. "I don't know. She has always designed the tattoos. She might." I say and she grins. "You want her to do it too?" I ask. "She can do that?" her eyes widen. "Fangs, Come here!" I yell. He walks over and says. "Yes?" "Show her your shoulder." I say.

S POV
Fangs rolls his sleeve up and I see a tattoo. "Wow." I gasp, "she did that?" "Yep. It's one of her designs too." he says. "It's amazing!" I exclaim. "Well, She is an amazing person." he says. I smile and sweet pea calls him to the pool table. "Excuse me. I have to go kick sweet peas butt at pool." he says, making me laugh. "Is it ok if I go up there?" I ask. "Should be." Grandpa says. I nod and head up the stairs. I peak my head in and mom was asleep against dad. "Hey munchkin." he spots me. I step in and sit at his desk. "What are you doing up here?" he asks. "It smells bad downstairs. I don't like the smell of alcohol mixed with cigarettes." I say and he nods. Mom moves a little. Dad whispers to her and she nods, resting back against him. "How long is she gonna be sick?" I ask. "I don't know. The flu varies from person to person." he says. "When can we go home?" Mom asks. "In a little bit." Dad replies. "Can we go now?" she says. "Yea. Let me up." he says. She moves slightly, and he stands. He carefully lifts her, and I get the door. We head down the stairs, and everyone was crowding us. Dad glares a little and they make a path. He sets mom in the car and I get in the back.