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|Bughead|

Thx for the request CookieMonster596 the next chapter will be broadway_0and0_books request!

Betty was sick, very very sick... She didn't tell jughead though, so they just went to bed. She tossed and turned not able to get comfortable. 

"Betts, Can you please stop moving?" Jughead asked causing her to nod placing her head against his shoulder with a yawn.

Slowly she fell asleep only to be comforted by nightmares.

Betty woke up with a sweat as Jughead stared at her with wide eyes. 

"Betty are you ok?" He asked confused looking her up and down. 

"It was just a nightmare," She whispered looking down. 

"I-" She cut him off by running to the bathroom puking. 

"Betts!" He exclaimed rushing to her side holding her hair back. 

"I'm sick," She whispered after awhile of sitting on the tiled floor. 

"It's ok Betty 'll go get you some soup," He whispered lifting her up she giggled. 

"Jug I can walk put me down!" She exclaimed. 

"No, you're sick now I must take care of you," He mumbled laying her down on their bed. 

"Jug I don't want you to get sick," She mumbled. 

He shooshed her though. "betta's I won't get sick... NOw just let me go get you some soup," He mumbled walking out and to the kitchen. He searched the kitchen top and bottom but there was no soup to be found He sighed knowing that he had to go shopping. 

Finally, after he got the soup later that night and cooked it he went into their bedroom only to see his girlfriend asleep. setting the soup on the bedside table he climbed in with her. Pulling Betty into his arms, only to be pushed away. 

"I don't want you sick," She murmured. 

"to bed," He mumbled with a smirk. 

"Jug I'm hot" She whined with a sigh that caused him to let go. 

The next morning Betty woke up feeling much better then she had felt in the last few days.

"Jug?" She questioned frantically feeling the bed around her... Betty's fingers only guided across the bed sheets beneath her. "Jug!" Getting up feast only caused her to wobble a bit. 

That was when the noise hit her ears. The sound of reaching. She burst into the bathroom to see Jug reaching onto the toilet. He was caruledinto a ball as his hands gripped the seat tightly. Once he was done she sat down beside him...rubbing up and down his shoulder blade. They sat leaning against the bathtub, silently.

"I told you-you would get sick," She mumbled wit ha laugh. 

"Shut up," He whispered only to get cut off by a loud caught. 

She ran her fingers through his thick dark locks of hair as her fingers soon came in contact with the sweat covered forehead. 

"Jug yourburningng up!" She exclaimed jumping up. 

"here you get into the shoer," She demanded to start it and running her hand under to make sure that it wasn't too cold. Turning back to him he had a frown set upon his lips. "I'll go make you some soup-" She went to go leave but he pulled her back.

"B-Betts please don't go," He pleaded his voice cracking. 

God,h, she could never say no to that voice... Nor that face.