When I say I love you, its not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I'm in love with what you are, what you do and how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of y...
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Light finds that exact spot right behind his eyelids. A sense of calm and peace encompasses his being. Jughead lets the last sense of unconsciousness dance around his mind as he tries to keep the first lingering's of pain away. He knows he's awake, he feels it in his bones. He feels the fatigue that only comes with humanity. Jughead blinks in the light steadily. He catches a glance at the window to his right. The bane of his existence at the moment. He groans loudly as he blinks to adjust his eyes to the sight of light again. So much darkness in his haze of endless nightmares. Dreams too.
The light slowly becomes less harsh as his vision clears. His body aches all over and he has the overwhelming sense of both knowing where he is and having no idea where he is. Hospital his mind provides.
"Juggie, you're awake."
The voice slams the rest of his consciousness back into his body so fast that his head spins. His heart rate does a quick spike evident by the quickened beat of the monitor next to his bedside. Betty Cooper drags the rest of his being back to his physical form and he snaps his head to the right to find the familiar combination of gold, blue, and pink that has never failed to cause the upward twitch of his lips. Her smile is brighter than the light that woke him and it brings a joy with it that settles him. He returns her smile ignoring the sharp stab in his jaw. The one happiness life has finally seemed content providing him is her. First her friendship and acceptance at the times that he needed most, then her heart when he felt he deserved it the least. He watches her beautiful face shatter inward as her smile breaks into a wreckage of pain and tears.
"I thought we lost you so many times, I thought I lost you Jughead." She sobs into the side of his bed hiding her tears from him. He feels her take his hand in both of hers. He gives it a reassuring squeeze because he is here although he has no words of comfort for her. He shares the sentiment. He thought he had lost himself so many times as well.
"Where's-" Jughead begins but stops at the sharp rise of Betty's head at the start of his question. He watches something dark but undecipherable pass her eyes before it morphs back into calm, sweet Betty. "Where's my dad?" He finishes voice hoarse from lack of use, dismissing her reaction.
While he is happy to see Betty, he would have loved to have awoken to his father by his bedside as well. He thought they had bridged so much of the gap that had formed between them the last two years. Did FP not care? He knows he probably sounds like a small child to Betty , but he cannot find it in himself to care right now. She gives him a soft smile and brushes a curl of hair out of his eye.
"FP went to grab some burgers from pops. The doctor took you off of the morphine an hour ago and said you should be waking up; your dad knew you would be starving."
Jughead beams. He might be in a little pain but waking up to a smiling Betty in a comfortable bed knowing his dad had fresh burgers on the way was one hell of a start. He almost doubts if he's finally woken up, but this all feels real. A flash of brown gives Jughead a sense of longing he can't place, but his mind quickly turns back to burgers as his stomach rumbles violently. His father knows him well.
