That evening jughead ran Betty a bath and helped her in it. When he turned to leave she stopped him. "Wait... please stay" she said as she looked over to him. "I... I'm not strong enough to move and if I slip..." she said, trying not to cry. "Hey. It's okay I'll stay" he smiled and hopped up on the counter; he hated that she was still suffering after everything, she was still hurting. "Sorry" she said with a sigh. "Betts, you aren't inconveniencing me. You're my fiancé and I'm here to help you" he smiled and moved to bend down so he could kiss her. "Do you want me to wash your hair?" He smirked, knowing she could do it herself. "Yes please" she giggled. He gently wet her hair and then applied the shampoo and conditioner. "That feels so good juggie" she moaned. "I want you to wash my hair every time" she smiled and he laughed. Once she was done he held out a fresh, warm towel and helped her to stand and get out of the tub. Gently, he dried her and carried her to the bedroom where he sat her on the bed before taking the hair dryer and drying her hair for her, then change her into her pyjamas. "Thank you juggie" she said and he kissed her softly.

When they were tucked up in bed Betty rolled over and snuggled into his chest. "I'm so sorry that our wedding day won't be perfect" she sniffed and jughead realised she was crying. "Baby" he said as he pulled back to look at her. "Why would you say that" he said softly as he wiped her tears. "I can't walk Jug!" She said as she sat up, getting worked up. "I had to go and piss Abigail off and now I can't fucking walk!" She snapped. Jug quickly sat up and said "Betty. Our wedding day will be the best day of our lives okay? I don't want you to keep putting yourself down like this" he said. "Why don't you get it! All I've done since we've been together is cause problems, my mom, my 'dad'... hal... the fire, Abigail, what happened in New York and now this! God jughead you shouldn't have to keep visiting me in hospital beds and dropping me off to therapy!" She yelled but broke into sobs. Jughead sat there in shock, she had never let all her emotions out like this but he knew she had been bottling it all up and was glad he could help her now. "Betts. Look at me" he said and took her hands. "Yes, you've had a shit things happen to you. But none of it is your fault and you need to know that. You are still the amazing, beautiful girl I fell in love with and yes, you're hurt both mentally and physically but you don't cause me any problems. You. Are. Not. A. Burden" he said seriously, hoping her could get through to her. "Do you believe that?" He asked. "Do you believe me?". She looked at him, her green eyes filled with tears and heartache and she managed a nod. "Yeah" she sighed. "Good c'mere" he said and pulled her into his chest where she continued to cry her emotions out while he rubbed her back and whispered words of comfort, when she had calmed down and the sobs subsided she looked up at him. "I'm sorry for all that". "Don't apologise. I'm happy you're finally letting it all out" he said and kissed away her tears. He lay them back down and she sank into him before gently falling asleep to his hand stroking through her hair.

Jughead was awoken about an hour later by Betty tossing and turning. "Betts? Betty. Wake up baby" he said and she suddenly shot up and was panting, sweat lacing her features. "Juggie?" She said when she fully woke up. "I'm here honey, you're safe" he said and pulled her back down to him. "You okay?" He asked. "Yeah, just a nightmare" she sighed. "You're Okay, you're safe, I've got you" he whispered until she finally fell back into a deep sleep. Jughead continued to rub her arm or stroke her hair so she knew she was safe in his arms until sleep finally over took him and his eyes shut.