Category; Gossip Girl
Pairing; Dair (Dan and Blair)
Rating; T
Season; 4
Disclaimer; I don't own any of the Gossip Girl characters unfortunately :( . Also the title of this fiction belongs to the band of the same name; Broken Social Scene (Check them out!)
The first thing he saw was her trip, falling face-first towards the concreted road as a yellow taxi raced in the same direction. He ran towards her out of instinct, not thinking what he was doing or even if he'd get there in time. Time seemed to slow down and as he got closer he realised he wouldn't reach her before the taxi did. He prayed that she would manage to move quickly as she spotted the approached vehicle. Though he couldn't see her face, the image of her terrified look entered his mind and made him run faster. None of the other shoppers had seemed to notice what had happened yet but stared in shock as he pushed people out of the way to reach the girl.
The screech of tires filled the air around him, followed closely by a scream. It was over so quickly. The taxi driver lent out of his window yelling profanities at the girl lying across the ground, her raven hair messily sprawled across her shoulders. Bags from a range of shops were thrown around her from her fall. One hand moved down to her ankle, the other to her mouth. As he reached out to touch her shoulder, the sudden contact made her body jolt with surprise. She turned to look at the body attached to the hand with tears in her eyes from the shock and pain. When she recognised the face, the tears flowed freely and she let him check over her ask her endless amounts of questions.
(Blair's POV)
The cold concrete was scratching at my back, my head hurt from all the noise, my ankle throbbed and I'm pretty sure that I just broke it. I took some deep breathes attempting to ignore the pain when I felt a hand on my shoulder. At first I jumped, wondering if all everything else today I was about to be mugged. Turning around I saw Humphrey's face looking down at me worriedly. He was panting slightly like he was out of breath. He wasn't exactly wearing jogging clothes so I presumed he had been running to trying to stop me getting hurt. A lot of help he was! After quickly going over the events that led up to this moment I just let go and let the tears flow down my face. As ashamed as I was that I was crying in front of Humphrey, I know he wasn't the kind of person that would go around shouting about it.
It all started this morning. I woke up in darkness, my curtains blocking the sun from entering my room. Although she tried to put up a fight at first, Dorota agreed to let me sleep most of the time these days. After seeing Chuck and Raina at his party, I'd almost lost grip on my world. I couldn't understand what I had to live for so I spent most of my time in my room. My life plan had been ruined. After years of getting my own way about pretty much everything I had no path left. No aim to strive to.
When I woke up this morning I looked over at my clock. 11.33am. Almost half a day wasted – almost half a day I haven't had to sit around and think about Chuck. I stretched and pulling my duvet off I walked towards my window. Opening the curtains, the light streamed though into my bedroom, making me blink, adjusting to the change. Staring about at the view of the city – my city, I decided enough was enough.
"Dorota!" I called out of my door, "Call the driver – I'm going shopping". Slamming the door shut, I marched over to my walk-in wardrobe, eying the possible outfits, I smiled. 'Blair Waldorf is back', I thought.
A few hours later, my arms full of bags I decided to tell Dorota she was free to go. After reassuring her I was in well enough mental state to continue shopping without slitting my wrists, she finally let me go. I stopped to look at a gorgeous red dress in a shop window when in its reflection I saw Chuck. He was quite a way up the road from me but walking in my direction. Panicking, I looked around for an escape route. I'd have to walk towards him to get into the shop and risk him recognising me. I quickly turned around hoping my hair wouldn't give me away, and spotting the junction behind me headed towards it, planning to cross the road. I pulled my sunglasses down to cover my eyes and glanced behind me to see if he was following. He luckily headed into a restaurant a few buildings down with a formal looking business man. Turning around I realised I was about to walk into the road. Trying to stop quickly, the heel on my shoe gave way and snapped off leaving me to fall towards to the road. I heard a snap as I fell. Grimacing in pain, I looked up to see I was in the path of an oncoming taxi. As my heart pounded all I could do was stare as it came towards me and eventually closed my eyes, not wanting to see as well as feel the impact when I heard the screeching of the tires and found Humphrey behind me.
(Dan's POV)
I quickly knelt down beside Blair. Although the taxi had missed her, he saw her leg was lying in a unnatural looking position probably a result of when she tried to jump back. The heel to her black patent shoe was lying nearby, while the rest was still attached to her foot as it lay on the road. Some people ran up to see what had happened, shoppers staring in their direction. I quickly asked one of them to flag down a cab to get them to the hospital. I then took off my jacket and wrapped it around Blair's shoulders and sat on the kerb next to her. She shivered but there was a sign of a gratefulness present on her lips for a second. As the tears still streamed down her face, I pulled her gently into my chest, and for once she didn't fight back and let me wrap my arms around her.
We sat like this for a few minutes until the women who I'd asked to flag down a cab ran back pointing the driver to where we were. Contemplating how to get her into the taxi with her injured leg, I moved her hair out of her face and made her look at me.
"Blair", I began, "I'm going to pick you up now, if that's ok. I need to get you in the taxi and to the hospital"
She nodded in agreement, slowly calming down although her face was covered in still damp tears. I put on hand behind her back and one under her legs, making it clear I wouldn't touch her injured ankle and picked her up bridal style and placing her lying along the back seat of the taxi.
(Blair's POV)
"Blair? Blair, wake up. We're here"
I opened my eyes to the gentle shaking off Humphrey. While I was blinking, trying to shake of the feeling of sleep, he lifted my around my knees and back as he did before. He started to head towards the spinning doors of the Emergency Room.
"Uh huh, Humphrey. There's no way I'm being carried into hospital by you. It'll be all over Gossip Girl in half an hour" I began to argue
"Oh, ok I'll let you walk in then" He said starting to put me on the floor, bad foot first.
Letting out a very 'un-Blair' squeak I wrapped my arms around his neck preparing to hold my own weight there if he let go. To my horror, he chuckled.
"I'll carry you if you insist, Mi'lady", he laughed pulling me back up to his chest.
"You're not funny Cabbage Patch!", angrily pulling out his old nickname, as there was no chance of me physically fighting back.
After what seemed hours of waiting, a doctor finally told me they were ready to take me to x-ray.
"I'll send someone with a wheelchair down in a second", the doctor then turned and addressed Humphrey, "and I'm afraid you won't be able to come into x-ray but you can meet your girlfriend right after"
In shock I shouted, "I'm not his girlfriend!" as Humphrey shouted "She's not my girlfriend". The doctor blinked for a second then started to smirk as she turned around down the corridor.
(Dan's POV)
I found myself about half an hour later, sitting on a chair as a doctor began to place a splint on Blair's ankle now it had been official announced as fractured.
"I'm putting on a splint now to keep it in the right position to heal in. However, this is only until the swelling goes down and then we'll be changing to a non-weight-bearing cast, which means you'll need crutches for the time it's on. Your fracture is reasonably small in the grand scheme of things but I'm recommending the cast due to the position of the injury in your foot" the doctor explained.
When she'd finished she left the room explaining she'd fetch some pamphlets for Blair to read. After a few seconds of silence, I turned to her and asked "How are you feeling?"
"Sore… My heads pounding still and I can't believe it was my favourite pair of Jimmy Choos that snapped", she replied running her hand through her hair to get it out of her face. Of course she'd be more concerned about her shoes rather than her fractured ankle. "How much longer are my parents going to be Humphrey?"
I blinked as she asked the question.
"Just my luck!" Blair retorted, "I break my ankle, you come along trying to tell me everything will be alright and you'll look after me and you haven't even rang my parents! We've been here hours! I knew I should have just called a driver"
"Blair, I think you'll find that if I didn't help you, you'd probably still be on that road crying", I paused for a second and chewed my lip, "although it was stupid of me to not think about contacting everyone. Can I have your cell phone – I don't have your parents numbers".
Reluctantly, she pulled out her phone and passed it to me. Saying I wouldn't be more than 10 minutes, I left the room and headed outside.
Flipping the phone open, I quickly found my way to her contacts list and selected her mother. The dialling tone rang for a few seconds before Eleanor's voice filled my ears.
"Blair darling, where are you? You've missed lunch!"
"Ms. Waldorf?" I started, "This is Dan, Dan Humphrey. Don't panic it's nothing too serious, but Blair is in the emergency room with a fractured ankle"
"What? Oh, god. I'll be on my way as soon as possible, thank you Dan. I'll call her father in France just to let him know" Eleanor replied hanging up. Next I rang Serena using my own phone letting her know what had happened and Blair's room number. She promised she'd get a cab here immediately and after saying our goodbyes she hung up. I quickly text my dad, letting him know where I was and that I'd probably be a bit late for the dinner he had planned.
I headed back to Blair's room where she was lying on a bed, one leg strapped up, the other still wearing the offensive partner to the shoe that caused all this mess.
"Can you believe that I'm going to have to use crutches for 4-8 weeks Humphrey!" She barked at me, waving a pamphlet in the air.
I head my hands above my head, "Woah, Blair. If you remember I helped you not pushed you off the sidewalk". She muttered an apology under her breath like it was the worst thing she's ever had to say. We sat in silence for a minute or so.
"Blair?" I started, "Why did you almost walk into the road anyway?"
She looked at me quickly with a look of what I could only describe as shock, before returning to a straight face and seemed to be considering whether to tell me. Eventually she whispered, "Chuck. He was walking behind me and I just had to get away".
Her admission almost made me feel sorry for her, which I'm sure doesn't happen too often to Blair Waldorf. I gave her what I hoped was a comforting smile, which she returned for a second. We than sat listening to the hum of the machines in the room, waiting for her family to arrive.
(Blair's POV)
Soon my mother swept into the room with Cyrus trotting along behind her holding a huge bouquet of my favourite flowers. My mother flustered around me, questioning me about everything from how I broke my ankle, how long it'll be on to where I actually fell. Soon after Serena arrived and I had to go through the whole story again. I started to feel dizzy from all the attention (although the drugs the hospital gave me probably helped too) and asked if we could go home soon. My mother collected her bag and the flowers from around the room.
"What I don't understand" she began, "is why Daniel Humphrey was with you, I thought you hated him and why did he run off as soon as we got here?"
The last part of the sentence got my attention, I quickly looked around and realised she was and he'd gone. I started to get a strange feeling in my stomach like I'd been abandoned. I pulled myself together and let Serena help me into the hospital wheelchair. 'It must be the drugs affecting me', I thought to myself.
A/N. My first fanfiction for about a year, my first Gossip girl one and quite possibly my longest first chapter! I admit I've defiantly jumped on the Dair bandwagon, but how amazing is it! It's only been half a week and I don't think I can wait another 7 and a half till the next episode. I've already watched the promo more times that I care to admit. Please read and review – if you see any mistakes, please feel free to point them out so I can change them!