“There’s one more thing, the whole reason she called in the first place,” Jughead said finally as he helped her with the dishes. The tone in his voice had Betty swallowing around nothing, bracing herself for bad news.
“I– uh, I actually left work and didn’t say anything to anyone. So, unfortunately, I have to go back to the city to finish filming. Production has done all they can without me there and I need to get back to the city or I’ll lose the deal.”
“Oh,” she said as she idly dried the dishes. “So you need to leave…”
“It’s only a few weeks,” he explained as he watched her walk over to the fridge, hoping she might agree to his next question. “And I was thinking… what if you came with me?”
Betty was having the strangest dream. She was in a beautiful field of poppies, her hair loose and blowing in the wind - as was the beautiful black gossamer dress she wore. She looked around the field of flowers, searching for Jughead. She could hear his voice in the wind but she couldn’t see him anywhere.
Just please, baby. Please wake up.
Betty opened her eyes slowly to reveal that she was still in her hospital room, hooked to the monitors that kept an eye on her daughters’ heartbeats to make sure they were strong.
Wow, I could have sworn I was discharged but I guess it was all a dream. I really wish Jughead was actually here though…Wait…
