I was kind, I was warm, I was patient All the nights that you cried when you're wasted Hold your hand, rub your chest when you're anxious

Helped you with the career you were making Look at you, you're a star, I'm the reason That you're more confident, motivated

She had been overheating under the cover, which led her otherwise forgettable dreams to shift and transform into an intolerable nightmare. As the panic began to seize hold of her chest, she was brought back to awareness. Betty was left with her nightmare vividly etched in her mind's eye despite the fact that her body had a natural need to wake her up and tear away the thick blankets in order to calm herself down. When Jughead touched her bare shoulder, his hand felt as if it were made of ice. This caused her to jump since she misconstrued the feeling as painful; nevertheless, her body's warmth warmed his hand. Betty shut her eyes, more out of exasperation than exhaustion, as she sighed a deep sigh, his soothing words reminding her of what was true and what had been her dark mind's twisted fabrication. "I'm sorry," she muttered as she reopened her eyes.

"I'm extremely sorry..." She apologized instinctively. She apologized without thinking, as she did so often, but while in previous weeks her words had been empty and devoid of feeling, this time they carried with them a genuine note of remorse. Betty wiped the perspiration from her brow as she realized how much of a mess she must seem right now with her hair sticking up in all different places. She then pulled aside the sweat-soaked strands of hair that were covering her face. "It was just a nightmare." She proceeded to explain while allowing her hands to lazily fall to her lap while leaning into his contact, desiring the reassurance as her breathing gradually returned to normal.

"I didn't intend to wake you." She confirmed it, turning to gaze at him with blurry eyes as she nervously nibbled on her bottom lip, still seeming to tiptoe about the fictitious borders that made them seem like strangers still getting to know one another for the first time. "I can't even begin to comprehend how exhausted you must be." As a direct consequence of her. Betty was aware of the fact that he had not been getting any more sleep than she had been allowing herself, just a few hours here and there, despite the fact that he was still working a full-time job and watching over her around the clock since he decided to work from home. She was aware of the fact that he had been spending his nights either sleeping on the sofa or on the floor with her. Wherever she was most at ease on that particular night.

"It's best if you go back to sleep..."