Over the next few weeks, Betty was doing well. She was sticking to her treatment plan, she'd had a privilege trip to a national park and she was keeping up with her journaling. Of course, she still had her days, where she'd slip back into her head and her anxiety would get the better of her, but jughead was always there to help her.

One morning, after breakfast, Betty was in her room, brushing her hair and getting ready for the day, when there was a knock on her door. "Come in" she called. She watched as the door opened, and her boyfriend walked in. "Hey baby" he smiled, pecking her lips and sitting on her bed. "Hey juggie" she beamed. "How are you this morning?" He asked. "I'm okay" she smiled, and he knew she was being honest. "So..." he started. "I have so news" he said. "We have another medical exam, you have to take because you never got around to take the last one" he explained and watched as her eyes widened. "But don't worry I'll be with you the whole time" he quickly added. Jughead thought she was apprehensive because of the last time, and it brought back bad memories of her relapse. "It's not that..." she sighed. "I just really hate needles" she admitted. "Oh betts, come here..." he said and held his arms out for her. Betty walked over and climbed onto his lap, his arms coming around her. "I promise you, it will all be okay and I'll be with you okay?" He said and she nodded. "Promise?" She asked. "Promise" he smiled and kissed her softly. When they pulled away, he stroked the smile from her face and asked "shall we go now?". "Yeah" she nodded. "Let's get it over with" she sighed. "That's my girl" he grinned, and pulled them up from the bed, lacing their fingers and leading them out of her room.

When they got to the nurses room, Betty was sat down in a chair, as a doctor got her ready. "Okay, can you pull up your jumper please?" The doctor smiled, getting the antiseptic ready for him to use. Betty did as she was told, and pulled up her jumper sleeve with shaky hands. "Hey" jug said from where he was sat beside her. "It's okay" he smiled, reassuring her. "Okay, are you ready?" The Doctor asked and Betty nodded, reluctantly. She reached out with her spare hand for jughead, who's hand instantly found hers and he squeezed it, letting her know he was there. Betty closed her eyes and tried not to wince as she felt the needle go into her arm, but it was over before she knew it and then she was done. "I'm proud of you baby" jug whispered, and kissed her temple. "Okay great!" The doctor smiled. "You're all done, just drink this water and maybe head to the food hall and grab a snack, because you might feel a little lightheaded" the doctor explained and Betty nodded. "Thank you" jughead said, and helped Betty up. "See, that wasn't so bad was it?" He asked as they walked down to the food hall. "Easy for you to say, you didn't have a needle in your arm" Betty pouted. "Oh so cute when you pout" jughead laughed and pull her closer to him, kissing her head.

Hours later, Betty was in her bed, waiting for jughead, who had been in meetings since lunch and he was sleeping Over with her that night. She was writing in her journal, and just writing random small little stories when jughead walked in. Betty smiled at him, and carried on writing as he got ready for bed and then climbed in next to her, silently reading over her shoulder. "You're really talented" he said, quietly. "I'm not" Betty dismissed. "You are, and you love writing, have you ever thought about going to College when you get out of here?" He asked and Betty sighed, putting her journal down. "I don't think so, I don't think college is for me... not anymore" she said, cuddling into his side, as he wrapped his arms around her. "Anymore? Was it something you thought about?" He asked. "Yeah, I got into NYU for journalism, before my whole life exploded" she told him and jugheads heart broke a little, at the life she could of had if she was dealt different hands in life. "Why didn't you go?" He asked. "Well for one, I'm here" she said. "Apart from that Betts, if it wasn't for your addiction, would you have gone?" He asked and she shrugged. "I had the grades, my whole life my mom had made sure I did all the extra curriculars so my college application was good, but my college money was inheritance I got, and she gave it away to her cult" she explained, bitterly and jughead knew how raw everything still was for her. "I'm sorry baby, you deserve the world" he said, holding her closer. "I wish you got the future you dreamed of" he added. "Sometimes... sometimes I think I didn't want that life, that was the life my mother wanted for me, I just wanted to escape my family, the town, the pain... that's why I always wanted to go to college" she started. "I never imagined I'd be here, but it lead me to you, and you're my everything" she said and jug tried not to cry at the overwhelming sense of love he felt for her. "I love you so much Betty cooper" he said, cupping her face. "I love you too jughead Jones" she smiled, bringing their lips together, to show him just how much.