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Panic bubbled in Archie’s stomach, but he pushed it down and away; frantic emotion was not going to help in this situation, and Archie needed to be able to think straight. “Good timing?” he asked lightly, hoping that it was convincing. “I don’t think you’ve ever admitted that, before!” He dropped into a crouch next to Jughead, and reached to remove the jacket covering an obviously-bleeding wound. “I got you, Juggie -- just put your hand down, okay? I’ll get it.” Keeping his voice level was difficult, but Archie was proud of the effort he made. When the jacket was gone, he used it to cover the now-obvious wound without looking too closely, and pressed down with a wince. “Sorry, sorry, I know that’s going to hurt, but --”
When he could spare a hand from the task, Archie groped for his cell phone and dialed 911 without needing any further prompting. “Just hang on, Jug, everything’s going to be fine. We just have to wait a few minutes, and they’ll send an ambulance, and everything will be fine.” The redhead cut himself off, well aware that he was rambling nervously when he needed to be calm.
