This is how it all started.

/ YESSS YESSS IM HERE FOR THIS

/ really need to think of something unique for Jughead’s disease like I don’t just want it to be from the movie OOF

The same four walls. The same people. It all gets old.

Even if it would or not, he’d S T I L L go.

He needs / SOMETHING /. Being cooped up in this room, is really getting to him.

/ I am actually here for the ships going on, in Riverdale right now. Besides Gladys and FP. (She’s just using them).

What does one do on the weekend, at the hospital? Simply blow spit balls at the floor through a straw.

He’s just going to blare heavy metal through his headphones as he sat in the lobby of the hospital. He can’t hear ( ANYBODY ).

Just audibly sings to the heavy music, bobbing his head to the beat. He’s definitely UNAWARE.

Begins to take one headphone out of his ear to take a breather, sighing heavily, turning the music down some.

He nearly JUMPED out of his seat, unaware that she was near by. “I did not know you were back there. Wow. How— long have you been there?”

He gets deep in his feelings when listening to music that makes him want to,,,,, Do ( certain ) things.

Well,,, These are ( bad ) things. Like—— that he shouldn’t mention.

Well,,,, This could go two different ways. When he listens to two different types of music, ( things ) could happen.

—— 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞?

@𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝! “Well, if it isn’t more and more blood work and tests, to see if I’m getting sicker or better. Hm.”

He realizes that not being home, where the Serpents are, is doing him no good. He hates that he’s been in the hospital for almost a year now.

/ roleplays anyone?