Resilience | Sweet Pea.

39 - Broken bones & helping our own.

As my eyes open, disorientation fills my body as I look around only to realise I'm in a hospital room. I see Sweet pea by my side, his head against my legs, asleep, while Fred and Archie are passed out in chairs leading me to believe its some ungodly hour.

I take a breath and am met with pain meaning my ribs were hurt somewhere along the way. I run my fingers through Sweet pea's hair, hoping to wake him gently. He stirs, lifting his head and sighing in relief, kissing my hand.

"You're awake." He breathes.

"Apparently." I say half-heartedly. "What's the damage?"

"You got lucky. A broken wrist, a few cracked ribs, some bruising, few cuts and a concussion." Sweet pea informs me.

"I really am a war zone." I joke.

"Do you remember what happened?" He asks, I nod. "Who hits someone and bolts like that?! That person could've killed you-"

"Sweet pea... I don't think what happened was an accident." I tell him.

"What?" He asks.

"Oh, Nova! You're awake!" Fred says thankfully, waking from his sleep and coming over to me, Archie also gets up.

"Alive and mostly well." I chuckle half-heartedly.

"I should've taken you to Sweet pea's myself, I'm so-"

"No, don't blame yourself Fred. When's the last time I asked you for a ride? It's no one's fault, accidents happen and hey, I'm okay." I tell him, he kisses my head.

"You're a trooper." Fred says.

"I've survived worse." I say.

"That you have, love." Fred sighs.

"I'm gonna go tell the nurse you're awake." Archie says, I nod. "I'm glad you're okay."

"Thanks, Archie." I sigh.

Later on, Fred and Archie head away to get us some breakfast, Sweet pea sits on my bed with me.

"I was coming to talk things out with you." I tell him.

"I know." He says.

"I think we should call truce. I mean, yes, we love each other but I don't think we always have to agree." I say.

"Yeah, you're right." Sweet pea says, grabbing my hand.

"I understand why you don't like Betty, and all I ask is that you watch her, let her prove herself." I say.

"I'll try. I understand that Jughead is your best friend, but I need you to stand-"

"I'm not supporting that, Pea." I tell him. "You and the other serpents have a right not to give Jug your vote, but I won't be apart of that, but I won't hold it against you for doing so." I tell him, he nods.

"Deal." He says.

"I love you." I tell him.

"I love you too." He replies, kissing me gently.

He slides forward on the bed next to me, snuggling me into his arms, I let out a squeak from the pain in my ribs as he does as it moves me in a weird way.

"You alright?" He asks.

"Fine, just sore." I say.

"What did you mean, earlier, babe?" Sweet pea asks.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Before Fred woke up, you mentioned how you thought what happened wasn't an accid-"