AN: And here is the first chapter of my angsty fic. Each chapter will start with a lyric from a song we all know way too well to be healthy. At least, I hope so. It would stink if I started this fic with song lyrics no one remembers... All I will say is that this will be a sad story. Because, truthfully, what is the CB we know and love without a tragedy? So without further ado, I give you The Fall.
There was little we could say, and even less we could do to stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you.
"The man found brutally injured at the bottom of one of the newly deceased Bart Bass's building has been confirmed as no other than Bass's son, Charles Bass. The younger Bass reportedly fell or jumped off the top of the building. Paramedics have taken him to an undisclosed hospital where he is in critical condition. We will be updating you regularly on this tragi-"
Blair turned off the television in her room. She had to call 911 when he slipped off the edge of the building, but she didn't even remember speaking to anyone, let alone dialing. All she remembered was that his almost empty bottle of scotch hit the ground before he did. She remembered hearing the sickening crack before the even more sickening thud.
Jack had fled as soon as it happened. He was probably in a hotel locked up waiting for the call to tell him he was the new head of Bass Industries. The thought was disgusting to Blair. Even more disgusting, the thought of what would happen to Chuck in order for Jack to step in.
She left as soon as the ambulance arrived. She just couldn't bring herself to look at the man she swore she loved with the thought that she would never be able to truly love him. Blair had been sitting on the floor leaned up against the foot of her bed for hours now, waiting for the news channels to finally say it. To say what she didn't have the nerve to admit. That maybe he jumped.
Blair's alarm went off, and she stood up with a start. She had to go to school today. There was an exam in British Literature to take, lunch with the minions to sit through, Serena's boy troubles to mediate, sexy eyes to make with Ch-
She stopped her mental list there, and turned to her bathroom to start a shower.
Dorota walked in with Nyquil in hand, "Ms. Blair, you don't go to school today. You stay home, sleep, be on standby for Mr. Chuck."
"How could I sleep Dorota?!" Blair practically yelled, turning on her heel away from the en suite. She had been holding it in all night. "Knowing that I wasn't enough to get him to come down from that stupid ledge!"
Dorota poured a dose of cold medicine. "Take it and go to sleep, Ms. Blair. You feel better when you wake. We go visit Mr. Chuck when you wake."
Tears started to fall down her face. Blair wordlessly took the medicine and climbed into bed. She was out almost instantly and Dorota went to turn off the shower.
She was awoken 5 hours later by a gentle whisper. "Ms. Blair, Lily Bass is on phone for you."
Blair grumbled and rolled over. "Why..." Reality hit her like a ton of bricks, and she snatched the phone from Dorota's hand. The maid excused herself.
"Hello?"
"Blair, darling, it's so good to hear from you."
Blair stayed silent, so Lilly continued.
"I just wanted to update you on Charles's condition. He's in surgery. It's his spine. It was broken in the fall. The doctor said it looked like he was going to live, but he couldn't guarantee the quality of life he would be living" Lilly's voice broke. "He may never walk again."
At that, Blair was done. She hung up the phone and raced to the toilet where she threw up what was left in her stomach. She stood up and looked into the mirror. Her eye make up had giver her racoon eyes, and her hair laid flat on her face. "At least he'll live." She spoke to herself. The thought of Chuck living in a wheelchair did little to comfort her, though. Not to mention that he would be in a wheelchair because he didn't love her enough to come down from that damn ledge.
Blair went to turn on the shower. She stripped as she waited for the water to become unbearably hot. She stepped under the stream and slumped onto the tiled floor where she cried some more and threw up again.
When she got out of the shower, she dried off and put on her favorite velvet robe. Blair climbed back under her covers once more.
"B," Blair felt someone brushing the hair off her face. "Blair," She opened her eyes. "Hey," Serena whispered. Blair rolled over.
"Are you okay?" The blonde asked.
"Why would I not be okay?" Blair mumbled.
"Because Chuck almost died!" She took a deep breath. "I came to update you... And comfort you."
"I don't need comforting. Why would I care whether he lived or died?"
"He woke up. He's asking for you."
Blair turned back over with tears in her eyes. "He is?"
"Yeah. He's going to make a full recovery, B. He'll be able to walk and everything."
Blair nodded. "So can we get you out of this bed to go see him?"
"I thought only family was allowed."
"You're Blair Waldorf. You are his family."
AN: Well.. what do you think? Shall I continue? This chapter was a little short, and they will be longer in the future if you want me to continue. II would very much like to hear what you have to say. Unfortunately for me, I'm home alone on a Friday night, so fortunately for you, I just might update Picture Perfect tonight as well. Unrelatedly, if you wish for me to be in your life further, my main Tumblr is .com , my personal Tumblr (the one where I post about CB) is .com (and no, I'm NOT a republican, but I do generally like republicans) , and my twitter is MollyJGray. I hope everyone has a lovely weekend! xoxo
P.S. I would love to have someone who will read through and edit my fics before I publish them. I suck at proofing and the like. PM me if you're interested in the job! xoxo