AN: Sorry if this is slightly AU but bear with me even though the first part is kind of crappy and/or used by every single person whose written a CB fanfic. I'm really sorry about that.

*Edit: Sorry about this. My original chapter actually had hyphens to show the end of a part in the story but they didn't show up in FanFiction so I'm a tad upset and sorry about the alert!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl which means I don't own any of the characters in this story. But I wish I did.

Nobody Cared

Blair Waldorf crawled up on her bathroom rug and she could feel the bile rising again. She couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't hurt herself but she wasn't beautiful. Chuck didn't love her. She wasn't as good as Serena. Nate didn't love her. Nobody cared.

Nobody cared.

On her hands and knees, she summoned the rest of her strength and dragged herself to the toilet. She stuck her finger down her throat and she threw up again. Her whole body was shaking with the strength of her sobs. Blair didn't know how many times she had thrown up.

"Now... now you're like the Arabian my father used to own. Rode hard and put away wet, I don't want you anymore, and I can't see why anyone else would."

More tears pricked at her eyes and she gripped the toilet seat to stop herself from falling down. Her body felt too frail. She couldn't support herself. She couldn't call Chuck to clean her up. He didn't care anymore.

Nobody cared.

My life's falling apart, she thought to herself as she wrapped her arms around herself. Desperately, she looked around for anything to help her and her eyes rested on a bottle of sleeping pills her mother used.

Nobody cared. Nobody would notice. Nobody will know. The mantra ran through her head as she pulled herself to the cabinets and reached for the bottle.

…

"What are you talking about, Serena dear? And yes, Parisian weather is always lovely." Eleanor Waldorf's irritable mood carried over the phone.

Serena wondered if this was the best idea. "We think Blair's condition is back."

There was silence for a moment. For a brief moment, maybe, just maybe, Eleanor cared for Blair more than she cared to show. "No Philippe, you may not do that. You are dismissed," Eleanor said curtly to someone in the background, she returned to the phone and asked, "Yes, Serena?"

"No. You know what, don't worry about it Eleanor. I'm sure B's fine." With that, Serena hung up, fuming and left a rather annoyed Eleanor with a beeping phone.

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Spotted: Queen B's minions carting around flowers and food to a hospital, I do wonder though, who are they servicing? Could our queen be in trouble? Also N and S spotted walking out of Cartier. What are you two buying? Will there be romance on the horizon? A little birdie's also told me something about reconciliation between Lonely Boy and V. I do love a good gossip. xoxo you know you love me.

Jenny Humphrey frowned and put her phone back in her bag. Vanessa and Dan were back together, she knew that but did something happen to Blair? She bit her lip. Gossip Girl didn't say which hospital but Dan might know something about what happened to her too.

Right on cue, Dan Humphrey walked into the loft and stopped when he saw her. "Hey Jenny, what are you doing here? I thought you were with your friends."

Jenny rolled her eyes. "Do you know anything about Blair?"

Dan turned away. "Something's going on. I don't know what is though."

"You're a bad liar Dan. And that is so last night's outfit. You spent the night with Serena." A smirk came onto Jenny's face and Dan had a sinking feeling. Call it a hunch but he knew that Jenny was going to get everything he knew sooner or later.

"Ok, this is what I know." Dan exhaled. "Blair took a prescription overdose and she's in hospital."

Jenny gasped. "I have to go." She slung her bag around her shoulders and dashed out of the loft.

Dan lifted his hands up. "Oh, that's fine. It's not like I wanted to hang out with you or anything." He muttered underneath his breath.

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"Nathaniel. I do not care about Blair. We are broken up." Chuck enunciated every word slowly so that Nathaniel could understand. He knew his best friend was slow, but this?

"Chuck. I know. You guys broke up. But she's still our friend. She's still part of the Non-Judging Breakfast Club. We're all in this together." Chuck could almost imagine his exasperated face. Nate wasn't the brightest of them all. It came with his blonde hair.

"Then you should know that I do not want anything, and I mean anything, to do with Blair Waldorf. Now, was there anything else you wanted to talk to me about?" Chuck was growing tired of this.

"Come on Chuck. This isn't like you, man. Blair's in trouble and she needs you. She was there when you needed her." Nate pleaded.

"Serena set you up with this." Chuck stated. It wasn't a question.

"No, honestly, I'm doing this myself. Serena already tried to get Blair's mum from Paris. It didn't work. And Chuck" Nate didn't get to finish his sentence before Chuck hung up on him and downed the rest of his scotch. The world swayed a little.

Blair Waldorf did not need him. Blair Waldorf could do so much better than him. She didn't need some bastard messing up her life for her.

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"Chuck didn't hear me out. He doesn't know she's in hospital." Nate was flustered and running his hand through his hair in Blair's hospital room.

Serena was equally flustered. Re-arranging flowers and get-well gifts from close friends and family kept her in constant motion. It meant she couldn't sit down and think about reality, that Blair was currently unconscious from her drug overdose, that none of the doctors knew what to do because she wasn't responding to anything but she wasn't in a coma.

It wasn't the first time she felt absolutely helpless but it was the first time she felt helpless without Blair or anything to do with Blair to help her get over it.

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Gossip Girl here! I've just received a tip from a person who wants to be anonymous that Queen B has had a drug overdose! I didn't know you had it in you B. But where's C? I know N and S are visiting but where is her king? xoxo you know you love me.

Nate was pretty sure his jaw had somehow been glued to the floor. Or he was probably high again. Man he wanted a joint.

Serena was absolutely sure she didn't hear the doctor right.

There was no way that was the doctor just said was right but from the grim look on his face, it seemed like it was the truth.

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AN: Sorry, me again. I have a vague idea of where this plot line is going and I don't want to make it too unbelievable so I'm going to think about it. Review people, if you do, I'll be sure to send you a preview of my next chapter (: