Blair felt her phone vibrating and fished it out of her bag. When she saw who it was, she sighed. "What do you want, Chuck? You made it perfectly clear how you felt," Blair said when she answered the phone.
"Blllair, I need your hhhelp," Chuck slurred. "Pllllease come."
"Are you drunk?"
"I… don't want to die! Please."
Alarm bells went off in Blair's head. "Die? Chuck, what do you mean?" But Chuck had already hung up. "Dorota? I need to go out."
"Yes, Miss Blair. I will get your coat," Dorota replied.
When Blair arrived at Chuck's suite, she rushed inside. "Chuck? Where are you?" She looked about the room frantically and saw the empty bottle of scotch on the table. Dread crept through her and she looked around once more trying to spot Chuck. That's when she noticed a light coming from the bathroom. "Chuck?" Blair called again. She walked over and knocked on the door. The only answer she got was a soft moan. Blair pushed open the door and placed a hand over her mouth in surprise.
Chuck was lying on the floor of the bathroom in a fetal position, his hair disheveled and the first few buttons of his shirt undone. Blair crouched down onto his level and touched him lightly on the shoulder. "Chuck? What are you…?" Blair didn't finish her sentence when she noticed the empty bottle of aspirin on the floor beside him. Panic welled up in her and she began shaking Chuck. "What did you do? Chuck, open your eyes! How many did you take?" Chuck's eyes opened up slowly and he looked up at the girl staring down at him with worry in her eyes.
"Bb-lair?" He croaked.
"Yes! Chuck, how many of these did you take?" Blair asked, brandishing the empty bottle in front of him.
"It was – was a n-new bottle," he replied.
"Oh my God! Come on, sit up for me," Blair said. Chuck struggled to sit up and Blair had to help him. "Did you drink scotch with these?" Chuck groaned in answer. "God damn it, Chuck! Answer me!" she demanded.
Chuck nodded. Blair knew she had no choice but to get him to throw it up. "Come over to the toilet, Chuck." He struggled to stand, so Blair stood up and grabbed him under the arms. She helped him up and together, they stumbled over to the toilet. Once there, Blair and Chuck sank to the floor. "Chuck, I'm going to stick my finger down your throat, okay? It's going to feel uncomfortable, but I need you to trust me." Chuck nodded and Blair took this as an open invitation. He opened his mouth for her and she stuck two fingers in. He gagged on them for a moment and then the overwhelming urge to throw up came over him. Chuck leaned forward and began retching into the toilet. Blair pulled the bangs from his sweaty forehead as he emptied out the contents of his stomach.
"That's it, Chuck. Let it all out," Blair whispered soothingly as she rubbed circles on his back. He threw up for ten minutes and when he finished, Chuck leaned back into Blair, worn out from the effort. "I need to call an ambulance."
"N-no, ambulance's are d-disgusting," Chuck grumbled.
"Chuck, you need to go to the hospital!" Blair scolded.
"O-okay, but… no ambulance," Chuck replied.
"Fine. I'll take you. But first, let's get you some water. I can't take you out by myself anyways. And since you insist on not taking an ambulance, I'm going to call Serena." Blair gently untangled herself from Chuck and stood up. She ran into the other room to grab a glass and came back in to find Chuck lying on the floor again. "Come on Chuck, you need to sit back up." She sat back down on the floor and Chuck sat up. He leaned on her for support and Blair handed him the glass. "Drink up."
Chuck's hand trembled as he brought the glass to his lips. He sipped slowly and Blair stroked his head. With her free hand, Blair pulled out her cell phone and called the first number on her speed dial.
"Hello Blair, what's up?" Serena answered.
"Serena? I need your help. Can you come to Chuck's suite?"
"What's wrong, Blair?" She was alarmed by the sound of desperation and panic in Blair's voice.
"Chuck attempted to kill himself and he won't let me call and ambulance. I need your help getting him to the hospital," Blair replied.
"Oh my God! I'll be there as soon as I can, B," Serena replied.
"Thank you, S."
