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    Betty groans, rolling out of bed and staring at the clock. 11:30. She slowly walks into the living room where Jughead is watching tv and Bailey is playing with Trusty on the floor.
    "You okay hun?" Jughead asks, looking over at Betty.
    "I don't feel good."
    "Do you want to go lay down?" He says, walking over to her, and resting a hand on her back.
    "No, I just need to get some air." Betty walks to the door and falls backwards into Jughead arms.
    "Woah, okay." Jughead says, holding her up and leading her to the bathroom. "You stay here, I'm going to get you some water."
    Jughead comes back with a glass of water and rests it on the edge of the bathtub. He feels her forehead with the back of his hand. He sighs, wringing out a facecloth with cold water, folding it and putting it on her forehead.
    "Juggie, get out of here." Betty groans.
    "I'm not going anywhere, you need me."
    "Juggie, I'm going to be sick. I don't, want, I."
    "Okay, if you want me to go, I'll go. But I'll be back, okay?"
    "Juggie?"
    "Yeah?"
    "Can you please get me a pregnancy test?"
    He smiles, "yeah, sure. I'll call Polly and ask her to watch Bailey today."
    "Thank you."
    Betty sits in the bathroom for what felt like hours, but was really only half an hour, wishing she would just throw up to feel better. She lets out a small sob, before Jughead walks in, passing her a pregnancy test.
    "I don't want to. Can you take it for me?" Betty groans, half asleep.
    "Baby, if I could, I would. But I wouldn't be the pregnant one."
    "Juggie, I need to go to the hospital."
    "Okay, do you want me to carry you or can you walk?"
    "I don't think I can get up."
    "That's okay, I'll help you." Jughead says.
    He crouches down, lifting Betty into his arms. She wraps her arms around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder. He carries her to the car, sitting her in the passengers seat and driving to Riverdale general hospital. A doctor takes her into an examination room and Jughead stays in the waiting room. His leg bouncing as he anxiously waits for Betty to get out of the examination room. After a few minutes she comes out looking much better. He smiles, rubbing her back gently.
    "What did the doctor say?"
    "Oh, um, it was a partial seizure, he gave me some medication."
    "Oh my god, how do you feel now?"
    "I feel a lot better."
    "So you're not pregnant?"
    "I don't know, I had the test done but I haven't gotten the results yet."
    "Mrs. Jones, I have the results of your test." The doctor smiles.
    "And?" Jughead asks.
    "You're wife is not pregnant."