Disclaimer- I do NOT own Gossip Girl or any of the characters. If I did there would def. be no Vanessa!
So, I haven't written a story in like 5 years, bear with me. I have a feeling this one may be a little cheesy. But it's a story that has been stuck in my head for awhile. And I need it out. It's kinda Love Story meets Autumn in New York. Blair gets fatally ill and tries her best to keep it from everyone and to keep her life from falling apart. Will eventually be C/B, of course, because of rules are arbitrary when death is on the table. M for later chapters..
Wakey wakey Upper East Siders. Today is Equinox. First day of spring. And I'm hoping a change in season will hopefully bring a change in these cold gloomy hearsays. I'm sick of these sad scandals. I'm hoping you all will bring we some scorching news to match these sizzling sunny skies
You know you love me
Xoxo
Gossip Girl
After reading Gossips Girl's latest message, Blair smiled at herself in the bathroom mirror. "This season is going to be sunny. No more bitter sexually active teachers. No more upsetting love triangle with Nate and –yuck- Vanessa. And especially no self-centered, self-absorbed, selfish, selfless guys named Chuck. Two more months of Constance and then Yale here I come."
She looked at her reflection and straightened out her brown curls. Her hair seemed excessively coiled this morning. As she reached for the hair brush she felt sudden wave a tunnel vision. She was able to clutch the bathroom sink before her knees gave out. After her vision came back she let out a sign and continued to brush her hair. These occurrences were nothing new, just meant that she had to eat a piece of fruit or toast to get her stamina up. A girl can't live on Vitamin Water alone. Plus she had been fleeing a bit flu-ish the past week. Enough eating disorder nonsense, she had school in a half an hour and her makeup was barely done. She pressed a crimson cream tube of lipstick to her mouth and that's when she noticed the trickle of blood running from her right nostril. "Gross," Blair declared before cleaning herself up with a bathroom tissue. Blood quickly filled the single sheet of tissue, causing Blair to grab the entire roll of toilet paper to press against her nose. "Oh my god…" She sat on the toilet and titled her head up in attempt to stop the bleeding.
"Blair, breakfast! We've got bagels!' Cyrus called from the bottom of the stairs.
"Coming, I have to finish my makeup!" she replied." Without waiting for the bleeding to stop and still having to hold the large wad a tissue to her face, Blair proceeded to try to apply a coat of mascara, only to smudge it on her upper lid. She began to tear up from the unfortunate circumstances that were preventing her from looking her best. Throwing the mascara applicator down into the sink, Blair swore under her breath and tried to wipe the black stain away with her hand. Blair felt another sudden rush a fatigue. She knew then that it wasn't the cause of bulimia. She had been able to function with full steam while having nothing in her stomach for many years now. This was different. This was scary.
"Dorota!" Blair managed to call before falling into the bathroom door, dropping the bloody bundle of tissues. Her nose then profusely steamed blood down her face and onto her Donna Karen ivory blouse. Her vision again tunneled in on her and all her strength gave out. Distantly she could hear the cries of a woman, Dorota…maybe her mother… something about on ambulance. Strong hands were holding her face trying to pry her eyelids open.. a light…a gurney…then blackness.
*****
Blair came to in the hospital. Her mother, Cyrus and Dorata along with an old doctor were in the room. "Mom…" Blair's soft voice broke through her dry lips.
"Oh my god she awake. Doctor she's awake!" Eleanor Waldorf spoke hysterically. The next two hours of Blair's were excruciating. Four times Blair had to recall the morning events with four different doctors. She was more fatigue than ever from having her blood drawn for what seemed like an eternity in hell. Still, there were no answers, no reasons for the sudden mishaps. Then finally, it was lunch time, a time when there were no doctors in her room interrogating her and pricking her with sharp objects. It was just her and her mother. Eleanor was stroking her daughter's check, trying to fight back the matronly tears that were already trickling down her chin.
"Mom," Blair silently smiled, "I'm gonna be fine. It's just fatigue."
"I know sweetie. It's just scary having all these doctors and nurses and," Eleanor let out a sigh of disgust, "this hospital is atrocious! They want to keep you here overnight for observation. I told them there is no way in hell I'm letting you stay in this motel of a hospital. "Blair smile and her and Eleanor shared a much needed laugh.
"Mom..I'm Ok…right?"
"Oh darling, I'm sure you're fine. I bet it's just dehydrations and stress. You have been working very hard your senior year" Eleanor gave her daughter a reassuring kiss on the forehead. "You should be able to home by dinner time. Oh, here," she handled Blair her cell phone. "This thing has been ringing on the hook. "
"Thanks," she glanced down after phone 4 new text messages and 6 missed calls all from Serena.
"Blair honey, regrettably I have to run into the office right now. Nothing seems to function without me there. I hope you don't mind. Cyrus is in the cafeteria if you need him. I don't know how he eats the food here."
Blair reached up for a hug. "I'm glad you were here with me this morning."
"Here," Eleanor handed her a tube of lipstick. "You look like a ghost." And with that her mother was gone.
Her phone vibrated again. 5 new text messages:
B-
Where R U?
-S
B-
Should I tell the teacher youre sick?
-S
B-
Hope your okay and Im just overacting. Text me back!!!!!!
-S
B-
Lunchtime ard still no word. Come on B.
-S
B-
If you were gonna play hooky, you shoulda invited me. We make much better chemistry than Mr. Lingstern's 10 30 class.
-C
Blair gave a noise of repulsion from the last text messages, but secretly smiled because she loved that Chuck watched for her during lunch hours.
-S
Sorry!! Didn't have my phone. I'm home sick with the flu. Should be better tomorrow.
-B
Blair couldn't get herself to type black-out or hospital. Even though her mother said she would be fine, she could see the worry and fear in her eyes. Something was different. Something was wrong.
Bleh. I hate intros. Chapter 2 should be up sooooooon.