In all universal honesty, it didn't look like much of anything. It was sort of a pulsing pile. The colors were an odd mixture of free-floating chaos upon the pavement.
The scene of the mess would have qualified as surreal on its own face, but the crowd of sickly pale and sickly silent onlookers standing just far enough away from the body added to the scene. It wasn't like any of them had ever seen a human being fly out a window, only to impact the pavement and become something other than a human being.
Somehow, one of the morbidly curious onlookers had been in possesion of the presence of mind to call the police. Normally, a dead body in New York City did not warrant any real form of express attention from the NYPD. But, if said body had come flying out of a window of one of the more famous hotels in the city, well, that warranted attention. The first police cruiser pulled up. One of the cops quickly lost his dinner. Human mashed potatoes wasn't often seen.
"What happened?" One of the officers asked of the crowd. The crowd nonsensically pointed out that what was formerly a body had come flying out a window somewhere high up from the Empire Hotel. The two officers nodded and made for the floor with the broken window. Neither said anything as the elevator took them skywards. Sure, they had each seen dead bodies, but this kind of stretched the pale. This was one of those things that would make every news channel in the city that never slept.
Barging into the room, both officers were instantly bothered by how quiet it was. The only reason noise to speak of was what was filtering in through the window. Guns drawn, both moved carefully through the expansive and somewhat garrish hotel suite that was illuminated only by moonlight.
"In here!" One of the cops yelled.
In the room was a figure, face down on the floor, was flannel shirt wearing figure. His messy hair going in all directions. The cops rolled him over to see his blackeye, split open chin and damaged nose. Dan was out like a light, his eyes completely glazed over.
Dan woke up in the hospital, his whole head in pain. His vision was blurred. He knew where he was based on the sounds and the stinging smell of Clorox. There were only so many places that smelled like this. Well, actually, there was another smell. It was cologne, a scent that Dan knew to be expensive and rare. So much so it only belonged to one person he knew.
"Nate?" Dan groggily said.
"Dan!" Nate said, pulled from his slight nap. He was relieved, and not just because he hated hospitals. "You're in the hospital."
"I could tell," Dan said, still too sore to move. "Why?"
"I'll have to explain that later," Nate said as he rose and looked out the door of the private room. "I'll be right back." He said as he threw on his suit jacket and made for the hallway. He shifted his face from relief to serious. Largely because one of the few people he genuinely disliked was down approaching. "What do you want?" He demanded, sounding every bit like a Vanderbilt.
"We heard he was awake. So he's going to be placed under arrest." Was the answer Nate got.
"Dammit, Bonnie. He just woke up," Nate fired back. He really did hate Assistant District Attorney Bonnie Bennett. She was just so...hateable. "Let me see the warrant." He demanded. Bonnie handed it over with a smirk. Nate scanned it. "Murder One?" He said, incredulous.
"We're taking him into custody," She said, smirking. Nate, however, wasn't smirking.
"You know damn well you could get away with this if I wasn't here." Nate asserted.
"And why's that?" Bonnie asked.
"Because you're not fit to carry my briefcase, Bennett," Nate growled. "I'm a better lawyer, and a better media-wizard than you. If you get one step closer to his room, I will have your bitchy face plastered all over every newspaper in this city." He said, eyes burning. It was actually quite intimidating. Bonnie was regarded as one of the more feared prosecutors in New York City, but even she knew better than to try and fight Nate Archibald in the press. That, and he was a damn good lawyer. "After the hospital discharges him, we will surrender voluntarily. No perp walk either, or I let it slip that your boss has a thing for Drag Queens."
Bonnie's eye twitched. She had expected resistance, but wow. This was a little terrifying. "Fine." She said in a huff and left. Nate let out a sigh, a little proud of himself. He quickly went back to Dan's room.
"What was that about?" Dan asked. "You were using your grown-up voice."
Nate smiled weakly as he closed the door. "Dan, uh, ...Chuck is dead."
Dan merely blinked. If he was honest with himself, he wasn't at all sad. He remained silent waiting for Nate to resume speaking.
"He went out the window of the Empire," Nate said, taking a seat next to Dan. "...And they think you pushed him out."
"What?" Dan yelled, loud enough to hurt his own head. "They think I killed Chuck Bass?"
"You were in the room. There were signs of struggle. And, well... the whole city knows you two have bad blood." Nate sheepishly sighed.
"So, they think I threw him out of a window?" Dan repeated.
"Listen, odds are their whole case is bullshit. Don't worry. I'll have this whole thing taken care of," Nate reassured. "After you get out of the hospital, we'll meet with the police and the prosecutors, and I'll fix this whole thing. Okay?"
"Yeah," Dan nodded, oddly enough entirely calmed by his best friend. "Where's Blair?"
"We don't know," Nate said. "She's way out of pocket." Dan nodded.
"This will make your family proud," Dan laughed weakly. "You stepping down from Madison Avenue to represent the lowly writer."
"Stop with that crap," Nate laughed. "You have six best sellers. One about me." He joked. Out of boredom some months earlier, Dan had penned a mindless story about a rich, well groomed and entirely too kind-hearted corporate lawyer who took on a charity defense case. It was stupid and mundane and cliche and it was massive hit. Though, it had been annoying in and of the fact it had dredged up the always fun Dan Humphrey/Nate Archibald gay rumors. Rumors that hadn't been true since Nate's first year of law school. Though, neither spent too much energy denying the rumors. "Go back to sleep, Dan. I'll go by that really smelly bakery you like." Nate teased. Laughter wasn't a bad thing at the moment, odds are they'd need it later.