Betty's POV

"Betty...Betts...Betty...come on stay with me." Jughead said as he carried me into Riverdale Regional. "Come on Betty...squeeze my hand." He begged me.

"You...you broke my heart you know." I stuttered struggling to keep my eyes open. A tear from his face hit my cheek. 

"I know...I don't expect you to forgive me. I just need you to hold on a little longer for me. You're shivering Betty. You lost a lot of blood." Jughead's voice shook as he made it into the waiting room with me in his arms. 

"Nobody dies from a scar Jug..." I gripped his shirt a little tighter as he ran up to the nurse's station with me. 

"Someone help!" He cried. It all gets blurry from here, I wonder if it was the blood loss or the fact that I wanted to block out this night as much as I possibly could. Jughead had to realize for as much as I wanted to let him back in. I couldn't not yet...I wanted Noah I was supposed to want him. But the only person I wanted next to me was Jug.

"Where is she? Where the fuck is she Jughead!" I heard Noah scream as they wheeled me down the hall into trauma one. I got a horrific flashback to the night the black hood attacked me, I dragged my nearly lifeless bleeding body over the bridge to the South Side. Jughead collapsed the second he saw me. That's love Jughead and I had it. Somewhere in the midst of the chaos, we lost it though. I was fading in and out of consciousness as the nurses struggled to stop the bleeding.

"If it was for that boy in the beanie...she wouldn't have made it. She's one lucky girl." One nurse said.

"That boy loves her...you can see it in his eyes." Another nurse said back to her. 

"If he loved me...he....he...he wouldn't have left." I choked.

"Sometimes they have to leave to realize what was right in front of them all along." The nurse said back to me as I tried my best to stay conscious. "Sweetie, focus on yourself right now, you're lucky to be alive." Alive? Huh, I didn't feel alive anymore. Not like I did when I first fell in love with Jug. I wondered if letting myself slip away at this point was the best thing to do. When the monitors started beeping and the nurses paged the doctor...I realized I was already giving up. 

"Come on Betty you're stronger than that you are the glue that holds the North and South Side together. Come on!" The doctor yelled as I could feel myself letting go, something stopped me. What I had said to Jughead when he was holding me in his arms. Nobody dies from a scar. I wasn't giving up, not yet...not ever. Hiriam was going down. As for the future of Jug and I...I still wasn't sure. Noah was doing everything Jughead couldn't deserved a chance. So I planned to give him one...and watch Jug's heart break like what he did to mine. Jug may have started it but I was determined to finish it.