𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗢𝗧𝗜𝗖

2: Blindsided Angel

Chapter 2: Blindsided Angel

Gravity comes in certain ways and for Jughead's worrying family it was the only thing that kept them grounded. The more unanswered questions only caused havoc on their minds and souls. Is he going to be okay? FP prayed to himself as he squeezed the young man's unresponsive hand with an IV drip pumping into his veins. He always did his best thinking when in pain. It always surprises him, but never takes away the reality of it all. Four days passed since his son was admitted into the ICU - - Intensive Care Unit. The last time he had been in one of those rooms happened to be when Jughead was still considered a child.

The night of the riots selflessly and stupidly Jughead had sacrificed himself for everyone else to be sat. 30 to 1.... FP remembered that night all too clearly. He'd never forget the damaged body he carried out of the wooded clearing - - his own son... now that wasn't true. Jughead wasn't his flesh in blood. He was someone else's child and FP raised him to be the man he is today. He didn't get to take credit about his swimmers making him, no that job belonged to Mickey Holden, that scumbag. He skipped out on him and Jug before either of them knew it. That thought only made him want to throw up that soup Alice gave him for lunch. He didn't like thinking about it. He only learned the news four days ago. Only three days prior had changed his outlook in a matter of seconds.

How unfair almost cruel life is. The paralyzing truth came with the most wreckage. He felt as if had been hit by that fucking drunk-driver instead of Jug. That's how much the news hurts him. He'd rather be the one who got struck by that car than Jughead, his poor sweet, helpless boy. Now he laid in the ICU, hooked up to machines to keep him breathing.

2025 had a sucker punch of a lifetime. It was some sick-minded trick and the game had a pawn. His son was the gamble he was witnessing. There was no brakes on this moving vehicle, no way to stop before he rolled down the hill with the trick. Twenty-three years he raised him thinking he was a Jones boy to only find out the year that became the happiest day of his life, learned by two-thousand-twenty-five was nothing but a sick-twisted charade.

Blindsided is a term FP would never thought he'd have to think about. And right now as he waited for the news about Jughead his stomach was in knots.

"FP?" His head lifted, looking away from his unresponsive loved one. "I'm nurse, Ally Jade, I'm here to check your son's vitals."

"Oh, go ahead." He said, letting go of Jug's hand and standing up to avoid getting in the nurse Ally's way.

"He's strong, Mr. Jones. I'm pretty sure he's going to make recovery." FP watched as nurse Jade used the stethoscope to listen to the younger male's heart. "See," She says, pointing at the heart monitor," that line keeps moving steadily. It means Jughead's body has begun to enter the recovery stage." She gave a reassuring smile.

He didn't notice her disappear until his eyes met Jughead's still form. He leaned down to kiss his temple and whispered quietly. "I knew you would kick ass. Keep getting stronger, Buddy." A stray tear rolled down his cheek as he smothers his face into the unresponsive chest.

--xxxx-

"Charles, I'm telling you dad and Alice are hiding something. My mom's here and she also seemed off. What the fuck is going on?" She rambled on.

Charles handed his little sister the insulated coffee thermos that held sweet bliss inside. He listened to her rambles as he sipped at his drink, trying to stop thinking about the little brother in critical condition. He had spoken with the head chief, Jim Chambers about Jughead's accident details. The big brother's horrified by what he learned.

He remembered the phone call from his mother telling him what happened - - that was just four days ago. He couldn't believe his eardrums on what he was hearing. There can't be an accident - car crash. Jughead's invincible when it came to getting hurt. The night Betty called for his help about Jughead's condition. He'd never forgotten the blood red gash in the corner of his forehead as he and his team took Jughead to the secret undisclosed location, begging for the angels not to take his baby brother he just got to know more.

Jughead came out of the accident with two broken legs, four cracked ribs in his chest cavity, collapsed lung, and damage to his radius. All this was caused by an idiot who drank before driving. He felt rage pool into his bloodstream as Chambers told him. Charles thought back to the days before this all happened. Over the last five years he and Jughead grew closer, especially when Charles found the young male, crying and then finally discovered his sister wasn't the perfect girlfriend with no flaws and had cheated on him. They leaned on each other as Charles consoled him.

Dr. Spencer told him and his family that Jughead's slowly improving, but not as much as he hoped. He had to be okay. Jughead Jones doesn't go through anything without fighting for hell out of it.

"Charles, are you even listening to me?" Suddenly a pair of fingers snapped him out of his thoughts, revealing an agitated JB, staring at him.

"Huh, what?" He blinked. He saw her glaring at him and began to backtrack," Oh, sorry, JB. I didn't mean to zone out... I just..."

JB noticed that he trailed off." It's okay." They kept each other company with their emotions running high.

This is what its like to be a Blindsided Angel. It's never fun and it's not meant to be fun. Hell had games that they didn't want to play. They were stuck running like a hamster on wheel, trying to get off the non-stop spinning of chaotic view