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Jughead POV.

Part XII.

Betty. I have to get to Betty.

My head is throbbing. I'm pretty sure I threw up on the floor and my legs are asleep but I can move. I have to move. I have to get to her. I throw myself on the ground. At least this way I can crawl. My IV's are ripped from my body. I reach down to the catheter and realize I can't just rip this one out. I deflate the balloon with the little nozzle, hoping that is all it is going to take. I try to pull it out, breathing carefully through my nose and trying not to watch myself do it.

But then it's done and I can crawl toward the door. I open it, using the handle as a way to hold myself up.

I have no idea how long I have been asleep. I have no idea how long it took Chic to do whatever he wanted with Betty. I feel sick again. I stumble across the wall and hold myself up on chairs as I follow through the hallway. I see a nurse, try to call out for her but she doesn't see me. She just turns right into the next room. I could scream but I don't think my voice will work loud enough.

Instead, I keep going, trying to get across the lobby into the next hallway where I know Betty will be. I lean against the wall all the way there, practically falling over every time I have to stand on my own. I keep my arm across my stomach as I stumble toward her door. Finally, I am almost there. But the first door I open, the room is empty. Maybe I'm just at the wrong one. I lean against the door and then push myself to the next one, almost falling over. I cough, choking on vomit. I try so hard not to vomit, not to lose my stomach but it's pushing on my throat, on my cheeks.

I fall onto the next door and push it open before I throw up. I manage to choke it down when I see her. There she is. Betty. She's so beautiful. She's asleep. Her eyes are closed. Her blonde hair is falling around the sheets and her face. She looks perfect. I fall onto her bed and put my hands on her. She's warm. I shake her a little to wake her up.

I get nothing.

I pull the sheet down from her neck. She has purple marks on her throat, like someone choked her. Chic. I didn't get her in time. I look to her monitor. That should tell me everything. Her monitor is blank. I look around for anything connecting her to that machine. Nothing.

He must have taken it off before he…

Oh god. No.

I put my fingers to her carotid.

Nothing. I feel again. Nothing.

I rest my head to her chest. I can't hear her heart.

I scream.

I scream so loud that I don't think I'll ever be able to speak again after this. I push her bed all the way down so it's flat and put my terrified, shaking hands to her chest. I can't see from the tears and I can hardly breathe from the vomit that is coming up my throat. But I am pushing on her chest with my palms.

One, two, three, four, five…

"Please, wake up," I beg. "Please, Betty. I love you. I need you. I can't live without you."

Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty…

I put my lips to hers, opening her mouth and breathe. But her chest doesn't rise. I tilt her head back, holding onto her chin and do it again. This time her chest rises. One more breath with another rise. Then I go back to pumping. I think I'm screaming but I don't know at this point what I am doing. I just feel like a sick machine.

Suddenly, I am being pushed out of the way thrown to the side. New hand are taking over her chest while another pair land on my shoulders. They attempt to hold me up. I can't hold myself up so I have to use this person to do it.

There is a doctor working over Betty's body and two nurses with a machine, hooking her up to it. I watch them but I can't stop screaming for help. I can't stop telling them to make her come back, to make her okay. I tried to help her so much. I tried to stay awake. I tried to get Chic away from me. I failed her.

"I failed you, Betty," I mumble to myself as the tears and the vomit come out. I don't even care. I fall to my knees, vomiting and sobbing, hurting so badly I can't think straight.

I think my mind is actually melting. My heart is not breaking. It is broken, shattered, falling out of me in every way it possibly could be. In this moment, I am nothing.

And I wish I were dead.

"There you are!" Doc shouts.

"Betty. Can you hear us?"

"Yes."

Her voice. That was her voice.

I stand up, fumbling over to her and falling on a chair beside the bed. A doc helps me move over to her. Betty has her chest exposed with stickers attached to strings: one on her breast and the other on her side. Betty's eyes are open. She is looking right at me. When she sees me, her face falls and looks scared. I have no idea how I look.

"What's wrong? What happened?" she asks.

"Betty…you were…are you okay?" My voice sounds so terrible, I scare myself.

"Yes. I'm fine now," she says, reaching her hand up to my face. I lean closer to her, letting her comfort me. Her touch sends shocks through my body. It is her. I can feel it. I breathe, letting my heart and body come back together.

"What's on your lips?" she asks.

"Oh…uh," I don't want to tell her so I look to a nurse. She hands me a cloth and I wipe my face off. I throw it away in the can next to me and lean close to Betty again. The nurses and doctor are working around her, checking up on her and attaching the machine to her again.

"I'm fine," I tell her.

"Was this all because of Chic?" she asks.

"He came in here?"

She nods. "I remember now. He came in here and put his hands around my throat. He said that he was going to kill me so that he could kill us both…what did he mean by that?"

"He came in my room. I talked him down from killing but then he said he had to kill one of us. He said that killing you would hurt me more than death would," I admit. "Then I blacked out. When I woke up, I came straight here. I started CPR… I didn't know what to do."

"You did CPR on me?" she asks with shock in her eyes. Tears fall down her cheeks, scaring me. I wipe them away, leaning my forehead against hers. I know I smell terrible but in this moment she doesn't seem to mind. She kisses my forehead as tears fall down her face.

"I'm so sorry," she says.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get Chic away from you."

"We're okay," she promises.

I turn to the nursing staff.

"Where is he?"

"Who?" the nurse asks.

"The man that did all of this. He's short, skinny, creepy, blonde hair and boney," I explain. "Where the hell is he? He came into both of our rooms while no one was looking. He killed her!"

"Alright. We'll get Sheriff Jones in here right away to get that security footage. Otherwise, we need to move another bed into Betty's room," Doc says. I look between them, not understanding.

"We need to get Jughead on a bed and we need security posted outside of this room 24/7. I also need a nurse to check in on these two every thirty minutes during the day."

"You'd like us to move Jughead into Betty's room?" she asks.

"Yes."

"That's not traditional practice, doctor," the nurse says. I think about yelling at her, putting her in her place but then decide not to. The doctor will do that for me.

"No. But neither is having a man come in to attempt to kill our already wounded patients. Jughead needs his IV's back and he needs to be in a bed in this room so I can watch over both of them. Got it?"

The nurse nods.

I look back to Betty. I grab her in a hug and hold her close. We cry together. We hold each other. We kiss. We caress and embrace until the nightmares are gone and the pain in our hearts slowly ebbs away.

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