Chapter 41

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— TONI'S POV —

I start to panic, with him unconscious in my arms.

F: Done.
T: What happened?
F: The major loss of blood caused him to feel lightheaded and lose consciousness. Most of the time people only donate blood in small amounts, and hospitals usually get tons of donations, so they would have enough. But, getting all the blood from Jug took a toll on him.
T: Will he be okay? Will she?
F: She will, but I'm not 100% sure about Jughead. There is a very large chance of his survival, but then theres also a chance that...
T: Oh my god.
F: But I do know one thing.
T: What?
F: He knew what he was doing.
T: What does that mean?
F: He knew the risk, but he did it anyway.
T: So...?
F: If he.. you know.... he did it for her.
T: Okay, please just do it.

Jugs getting heavy, and before I drop him, I realize that he was holding her hand.
So cute.
I slowly move Jughead back to the corner of the room, so that he is out of Fangs' way, and gently put him down.
Fangs moves on to Betty. He links her up to the bag of Jugs blood and turns it on, Jugheads blood going into her.

(hours later)
I was about to fall asleep when Fangs spoke.

F: Toni, she's waking up.

I get up quickly from the chair I was sitting in, go over to her, and grab her hand gently. After a few minutes, her eyes slowly flutter open.

T: Betty...
B: *weakly* What... happened?
F: You collapsed in the truck.
B: *weak* Where.... *weakly points to Fangs* who.....?
F: Fangs Fogarty. You're in one of the back rooms at the Whyte Whyrm.
B: Oh.
B: *weakly* Wait... where is.....?

She sees Jug on the ground, still unconscious, and shoots up, regretting afterwards, it looked like she got dizzy, she was spinning.

F: *putting arms in front of her, motioning for her to stop* Please, just relax, you haven't fully recovered yet.
B: *weakly* But Jug-

She slowly gets up off the table and slides past us before we can pull her back. She slowly walks over to him, kneels in front of him, and gets on top of him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her head on his shoulder.

B: *voice breaking* Jug.... please... come back.....

She kisses his cheek and breaks down.

B: *crying* Juggie.. No........

She lays her head on his chest and just cries.

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Word Count: 425
Will Jug survive? Who knows?!
Hope you enjoyed 😁

Love y'all 💜💜

~ Alexa 💕

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