Veronica sniffled as she sat criss-cross on a hospital chair outside of Betty's room. She'd been told to wait while they again tried to pump more medicine into her. Archie, for the first time, was early not late. Jughead was, not surprisingly, sleeping. The other guests included Reggie, Pop Tate, Mrs. Andrews, and Mr and Mrs. Cooper. The room was plastered Accidents. Archie knew that he was the reason Betty was in there and he kept contorting in guilt. After his third round of shaking a nurse gave him a small pill that made him drowsy so he would stop.
After hours the nurse came out bearing a frown that Archie witnessed from a daze. "Bad news?" Veronica asked shakingly. "If only. She will make a recovery." Veronica smiled, as did Archie and the other guests. Jughead awoke and smiled finally too. "So why is that so bad?" Reggie asked.
"She'll be paralyzed from leg down if our next try doesn't work."
Archie passed out from shock of what he had just done.
He just tore the full life out of Betty Cooper, the sweetest most innocent little thing. He no longer liked Veronica, or that cute nurse across the hallway. He had to treat her better...or..or.
Nothing.