You haven’t been feeling well for the past few days, so you locked yourself up in your room so you don’t infect anyone else. Wrapped up with blankets piled high on top of you, your phone beeps. Everyone is on the group chat asking you if you’re dead.
“Guys, I’m not dead. Just feel dead, I have a stomach bug,” you sent.
Veronica, Kevin, Betty and Jughead decide you need a personal nurse. You argue that you’re fine and don’t want anyone to get sick. But they’re persistent and determined so they put it up vote. Veronica, Kevin and Betty nominate Jughead; your boyfriend to be your nurse. Of course you’re not thrilled, you don’t want Jughead to get sick because being sick is atrocious. Encumbering someone else with caring for you would not be fun for both parties.
After about 15 minutes you see Jughead leaning on your door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. “How many blankets does one person need?” Jughead mocks.
“Well hello to you too. You can go you I still may be convalescent, but I’ll live,” you groan.
“Y/N, you’re sick. Your parents are at work so I’ll be here to help. Also is that my shirt.”
Under all of your blankets you are in fact wearing one of Jugheads flannels. It was the first thing you saw when you changed and it is comfortable. You burry yourself deeper under the blankets to hide your embarrassment. Jughead walks over to your bed and sits on the end looking at you with a smirk.
“Aren’t you sweating under there?” Jughead chuckles.
“No. Yes. Maybe. I think I’m going to die, I hate being sick,” you’re eyes look glassy.
“It would be funny if the great Y/N got taken out by a stomach bug.” Jughead laughs.
“Don’t laugh Juggie its not funny,” you lightly hit his arm.
Jughead takes off some of your blankets and crawls under with you. He wraps his arms around your torso and rests his chin atop of your head. You kick off more of the blankets because Jughead has heat radiating off his body. But the thought of Jughead catching your illness creeps through mind.
“If you get sick it’s all your fault, not mine.”
“Noted. But at least I don’t think I’m dying when I’m sick.”
Jughead kisses the top of your head. “Go to sleep you’ll feel better.”