Under pressure

26: I did everything (Part 2)

Betty's POV 

"Okay, you're all done," the doctor says as my arms and legs are covered in bandages.

"Do you feel dizzy?" she asks. I shake my head, crying more than ever.

"My mom. I want to see my mom," I cry.

Slurpe comes in as he just left a second ago, "They're here."

I stand up. "Wait, you can't be barefoot," the doctor says.

This is the last thing I care about. "She's always barefoot, it'll be fine," Slurpe says.

I start pulling the oxygen mask off, but she won't let me. "No, absolutely not, you need this," she says.

I sigh as she attaches a belt to me, what has some can attached to it.

"Hold it on, until I tell you to take it off, oksy?" she asks. I nod and try to wipe my tears away, cause my brothers should be here. But the tears keep coming and the sobs keep coming as well.

Slurpe lets me out of the room and we slowly start walking towards the waiting room.

I look at him, "Is she dead?" I cry. He is crying, so it's kinda giving it away. "She's dead?"

He gives me a small nod as we enter the waiting room. I stop. I hear him sighing, but I also hear people csllig out my name.

I turn to the wall next to me. I hit it with my fist, but not with my knuckles.

"Fuck!" I yell. I keep pounding it and let out a scream until I gett pulled away.

FP pulls me onto his chest and sits down on the ground, me on his lap. I'm clenching onto his shirt and sobbing into it, though I have the mask on.

I start choking again. It happens to me if I cry too hard. Always happens.

"Shhh, calm down," he tells me. I hear the pain in his voice.

I try to breathe, but can't. I feel Jug's hand on my hair. I look up at him. He's squatting next to us.

"Hey. You'll be okay. Just breathe," he says, starting to stroke my hair. I start breathing, though the sobbing isn't letting me.

I look around. Chic and Jordan are sitting on some chairs and they're hugging and crying. It breaks my heart.

"M-my mom," I cry.

"She's okay," FP says.

I pull away from him, "She's dead," I cry.

He sighs, "Who told you that?" he asks.

"Don't lie," I cry and bury my face back into his shirt. He kisses my hair and starts stroking it as Jug probably gets up.

"Hey," he says to someone.

"Hey, we came as fast as we could," Veronica says.

"Is she-" Cheryl shuts up for some reason.

I feel Jug's hand on my hair again, so I look up at him. He looks at his dad, "Dad you nedd to go and-"

"Yeah," FP sighs and they both look at me, "Breathe. Everything will be okay," he tells me.

Jug takes me onto his lap and FP gets up and goes to the reception. I see Cheryl and Veronica going to my brothers, and I'm thankful for that.

I hug Jughead's neck and he holds me against him. My side is against his stomach and my knees are under my chin. His arms wrapped around my whole body and legs.