Betty's sore throat ends up waking her up. She must have had at least a few hours of blissful sleep, but as she becomes more aware of her body, she finds her limbs heavy, her joints aching.
She can feel Jughead's steady warmth beside her. She realizes even before she opens her eyes, that her forehead is pressed into the juncture between his arm and his shoulder.
As she blinks her eyes open, Jughead notices and shifts toward her, running his fingers through her hair, "How are you feeling?"
She moans a response.
"That good, huh."
She sighs and adjusts so that she can bury her head in his neck. Her headache is already starting to come back. "I'm alright," she says anyway, her words muffled against his skin.
"I thought about getting you some breakfast, but you were asleep on my arm and I didn't want you to wake up"
She turns to look at him. His expression is soft and affectionate as he massages at her scalp with his free hand. Jughead would usually grab something to eat as soon as he woke up. He was probably starving by now.
"Sorry," she says with a sigh. Wincing, she pulls herself up and frees his arm from under her. He stretches his arm out, but doesn't seem eager to leave.
"Do you think you can eat? I think we still have some of those strawberry oatmeal packets."
Betty starts to nod, but thinks better of it, pressing her head against the nearest pillow to dull the pain.
Jughead chuckles softly and leans forward to kiss her forehead, "I'll get you some food and cold medicine."
"I love you," she mumbles.
"Love you too, Betts," he answers, as he gets up to leave.
