Purpose (not continuing)

Chapter 11

~Jughead~

The drive to the hospital was one of the longest drives in my life.

Everything felt like it was in slow motion.

I felt numb.

I wasn't crying, I was just so shocked.

We live in a very small town so it doesn't take long to get anywhere but it felt like it took decades.

Finally I got to the hospital and ran as fast as I could into the doors.

"Hi, can I please see Elizabeth Cooper please?" I asked the receptionist

"They are running tests and getting her ready in her room so it will be a few minutes. Can i get your name so when she's ready I can call you?" She responded.

"Yeah, Jughead Jones."

"Thank you, you may sit in the waiting room if you'd like."

I nodded my head and slowly walked to a chair to sit down.

I hate hospitals with a burning passion. The smell, the sounds, and especially the stuff that happens inside them.

Also the food sucks.

I sat there staring at the white tiled floor until my name was called.

I don't know how long I sat there but it felt like a while.

"Jughead Jones?"

I quickly sat up and walked over to the desk.

"The paramedics told me you didn't have any direct relation to Elizabeth, correct?"

"Yes."

"Okay, that's okay, you are just going to be here full time till we contact her mother."

I wondered what Alice's reaction to this would be.

Most likely terrible.

I can't worry about that right now.

"I'm going to give you a wristband and then a nurse will escort you to Elizabeth's room."

"Okay" I said blankly.

She attached my wristband and I followed the nurse back to Betty's room.

As I walked past some rooms I saw some empty ones but also some with people crying, some filled with happy, overjoyed people, and some just empty, waiting for a helpless person to fill them.

As I walked into Betty's room I saw her laying there, she looked almost lifeless.

I stared at her as the nurse started talking.

"I can't give you any details of what happened until we get a hold of her mother. If you need anything you can ring the buzzer by the door."

"When will she wake up?"

"Soon." she gave me a sad smile as she walked out the door.

I looked around the sad dreary room.

"They could at least put a window in here or something." I mumbled to myself.

I pulled the dark green chair up next to Betty's bed and say down.

She had so many needles and things hooked up to her.

She still looked beautiful though.

I gently held her hand as I stared at her.

I look like a creep but that's okay.

I sat there by her side for a while before I realized my Mom probably is wondering where I am.

I took my phone out of my pocket and looked at my screen.

10 missed calls from Mom

12 texts from Mom

I just ignored them.

I know its probably bad to ignore her but I just can't handle the drama right know.

I put my phone back into my pocket and sat back in my chair and stared at the white ceiling.

As I was dozing off the doctors and nurses came in.

"What's wrong, is everything okay?" I asked

"Yes we are just checking a few things" the doctor said.

"Oh okay." I said quietly.

"I recommend you get some rest."

I nodded as they left the room.

Tonight is gonna be a long night.

"Goodnight Betty" I whispered.

I sound crazy talking to an unconscious person.

Who knew what we be in store for me tomorrow.

                                     

                                                                 A/N

Hi friends. Wow. Long time no see. Well I'm back and better than ever . So I don't even know when the last chapter to this story was.  But that's okay cause I'm here now. Last year was a whirlwind. It was a great and not so good year for me. Earlier this year I started this account cause it was my only way to escape reality. I was sad, depressed, worry filled, and the way I coped with my emotions was writing. I was terrible at it. I still am haha. I wrote these stories about a fictional couple from a TV show and loved doing it. I would sit in my room for hours on end writing. Offline me was going through the blender. I have been for the past 3 years. I don't want to get into details right now but maybe I will share my story later if you'd like. I was in therapy every week, having panic attacks and mental breakdowns left and right. School was the main cause of all this mess. I know most kids are like "Ugh I hate school so much" but no literally I HATED it. It was so unhealthy for my mental health it was actually insane. Every day I would come home and have crying mental breakdowns and in the mornings while my mom made me breakfast I would have panic attacks right in front of her. And I wasn't bullied or anything I have friends and people who love me there but it just wasn't the right fit for me. I've also had so many crying sessions in front of my friends as well. I was doing so bad mentally that my mom and therapist came up with the idea of me doing online school. I thought it was the best idea in the world. And it was. And I've just been getting used to that for the time I've been gone. Ever since doing online school I have been so happy. I've found happiness and don't need to escape to find it. I LOVE writing this story so much. I've been contemplating not finishing it. But I love it and you guys so much I just can't let go. I jut want to thank you. For reading my stories. When I posted my first story I thought no one was going to read it, but no, 1.8k of  you have read Purpose. 1.8k of you have read Together. It may not be a lot to some people but its SO much to me. Thank you for supporting me and leaving comments and just being amazing. I just love you all so much. I want to let some of you know that you are not alone. I know it may feel like it but you're not at all. If you are sad or mad that's okay. It took me a long time to get that but I do know. I've also learned that it will get better. I know that is literally the most annoying thing to hear but its so true. It could take years to get better or months. But it will. I just wanted to let you know that because I love and care about you. If you ever just wanna talk just talk to me. I swear there is a message thing on here lol. But ya so if you ever just wanna talk to someone you can talk to me. You are amazing and you are beautiful. Sorry if this whole thing is a ramble fest. It's 1am and I can barely type lol. I love you. See you soon. 

              

               

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