Chapter 2: Bloody Hell!
It was Friday 13th and me, being my superstitious self, wanted to stay in all day. Trying not to cause any accidents or run into any black cats. So I was deepened in my book that housed all the love letters of great men. It was compelling and I was really into it. 14 different letters I had already read when my phone buzzed.
Serena: Mt me t Barneys! Now!
Blair : I dnt wnna!
Serena : Y nt?
Blair : Frday 13!?
Serena : O B! jst cme!
Blair : Fine!
So I took my coat and ran out of my dorm room. Serena was in town and I realized that I had to take advantage of that. As I was on the move I couldn't help but wonder what would happen to me if I wasn't careful of where I was walking. I had always feared Friday 13ths ever since my black cat named "Cat" disappeared on Friday the 13th a few years ago. Anyways, as I was saying; I was nowhere near concentrated on the road because I seemed to have just walked under a ladder. Freaked out as I was, I started running faster and faster and by the time I felt almost to my old, conscious, self I felt a large body tangled up with mine on the cold pavement of the boardwalk. I could feel his breath on my bare neck, though I could not see it as my eyes were closed as if they were sown together. "Oh, god. I'm so sorry, Bl--" I could hear him say. "Wait, Blair?" Apparently he was as surprised by seeing me here as I was hearing him. He snapped out of the confusing state he was in and he kneeled down by my side and slapped me in the face. He kept on yelling; "Blair? Blair! Bla--" I opened my eyes finally, and got up as fast as I could. "Auch, why did you slap me?" I said, throwing his hands off of my lean body. How dare he touch me like this?
He got off the spot where he was knelt down and started to walk away in the direction of where I assume he must've come from before we ran into each other, literally. What gives him the right to leave me here like I'm dead? I got up nonetheless and started to walk away myself, also in the direction I had come from earlier. I had actually completely forgotten that I was going to meet Serena. All I could think was; "Why did he leave so abruptly?" My curiosity got the best of me so I turned around. "Dan?!" He turned to face me as I walked up to where he was standing. "I'm sorry okay"
"Why would you need to be sorry?" He asked me as if he didn't know. Truthfully I didn't know myself, so I just stood there with my mind wondering for the answer to the question he had just asked me. "I do—I don't know okay, I just…" We stood there in silence waiting for the other person to move and crack the walls of our provided safety-net that held us resistant from the rest of society roaming around in the street. I looked down at the floor and then saw that my knee was bleeding. "Damnit!" He looked confused and then looked down as well; past the ripped Tom Wolford stockings, the checked Balenciaga skirt and the emerald BCBG turtleneck I was wearing he could see the red brew dripping from my fragile knee. He bent down and took a quick peek at it. He stood back up and said some unimportant, medical things. Confused as I was, I just stared blankly at him. He picked up on this and explained; "My grandfather was a surgeon, he always wanted me to be a doctor so he dragged me to the hospital every chance he got" he then let out a little laugh. Honestly, I wasn't in the mood to laugh, even if he were to be funny. Which he wasn't by the way, just saying. An uncomfortable silence followed. He broke it; "Do you want me to take care of it? I got some bandages in my dorm". I was hesitant to answer. "Don't worry, my roommate is out of town for the weekend, he's gone to visit the family. So no one will see you" I looked around the street and found that only 3 or 4 people were walking in it. "I guess it's either you or bleeding to death" and so I turned my body around and walked next to him. I tripped, luckily he caught me just in time. "Maybe I should help". I looked into the window of the store we just passed and saw that my hair was tousled up. If there was one thing I hated more than my favourite pair of stockings that were ripped it was my hair to be messed up. Not that Dan Humphrey would care whether my hair fell into perfectly, just-out-of-the-pack, curls or not but I did care. My hair was my pride, maybe that's why I always decorated it with these headbands? Then I realized I didn't have my headband in anymore… Oh no! "My headband!" I practically screamed. From the corner of my eyes I could see him roll his eyes; "I'll get you a new one" he sighed. I let my face form into a mask of pure disgust. "If you're willing to spend half your year-wage then be my guest" He let out a little laugh. "Oh by the way Waldorf, you can't actually bleed to death from that" he said turning his irises towards my knee.
Once in his dorm room, he put me down on his bed. I looked around his fully decorated, indie band-posters included, room. It looked nothing like my room. The main difference was that you could clearly see this room was taken by two boys in their advanced stage of puberty. He got back up from under his bureau and came to me carrying a First Aid-kit. "This is pretty nasty" he said as he was on his knees in front of me. My eyes widened as I heard him say that; "I thought you said I couldn't bleed to death?" He took my leg and placed it on his knee, he let it rest there. His soft fingers slid up to where the hole was –in a multi-dollar Hollywood movie this would be the part before the two main characters have sex- and lifted the fabric up. "Ouch!", the pain made me flinch and it had me act like a chased goose, my leg was left without control, as were my hands; I hit him on the head. "Hey! Helping, here!" I pulled my hand back and folded my arms in front of my chest. "I know this hurts, but I have to get the fabric out of the wound before I can cleanse it. Otherwise it'll get infected and that'll only lead to more problems and more hurt"
As he looked back down to remove the fabric –softly this time- I mimicked his whining. I admit that I must've looked like a 5 year old, but that just proves how worked up he had me, Dan Humphrey. All of a sudden he was taking off my shoe, he threw it to the floor as if it was just one of his loafers that he got out of the sales bin at Sears. "Hey! Those are 470$ Tory Burch, limited edition red snakeskin flats! Do you have any idea how hard it was to get these?" He took off the other shoe just as easily, completely ignoring me. Then he let his (giant) hands glide up my skinny legs, all the way up to my skirt. His fingers clutching at the edge of my hose. He softly pulled it off and I caught my mouth letting out a soft moan. I closed my eyes and let myself escape my thoughts for a millisecond. He froze up; "Did you just moan?" he asked. I returned to consciousness; "What? No!" As naïve as he was he quickly believed me and continued removing my stockings. As soon as he reached the part where my knee was basically in two he lowered his pace; he took the small pair of scissors from the kit and cut around the wound. He lain down the scissors and pulled the rest off. Taking a set of tweezers as I picked up a CD by a band named Lifehouse. I turned it around and started reading the song names on the back cover. Before I knew it he had completely removed every single particle of cotton from the wound.
"Hanging by a moment, somehow that sounds familiar" I said and then dropped the CD to the floor as soon as he let some red, acid-like feeling, liquid mingle with the also red liquid surrounding my wound. My hands clenched vastly to his bedcovers. He chuckled. My eyes were burning in the same colour as the one in the see-through bottle of medicine he had stacked up on the floor. "Hey! That's a 23$ CD sold in almost every single media-store in the country! Do you have any idea how hard it was to get that?" he joked. I didn't find it amusing though. He put a huge band-aid on my wound and then wrapped a bandage around for –what I counted out to be- 7 times. He then fastened it with a special tape. I looked down at my knee, then at my stockings. I was expecting him to get up now. But he didn't. Instead he let his hand rest just above the bandage, on my thigh. Our eyes meeting in a long gaze. He seemed to have realized what he was doing and so he let go of my leg and got up swiftly. He offered me my shoes, some band-aids and 2 bandages. "Put a new one on tonight, then one tomorrow, it should be okay to leave off the bandage by tomorrow evening, if not; you know where to find me" he opened the door and lifted his eyebrows. I walked out as I was putting on my shoes.
I was greeted by Serena's glowing hair as soon as I stepped through the doors at Henri Bendel. "Blair! Where have you been?! I texted you like 5 times already!" I pulled out my phone to see if she had indeed texted me; and yes she had. "I'm sorry, my phone must've been turned off" she then noticed my knee. I was surprised that she hadn't noticed earlier, I mean it was hard to miss. It was as thick as Nelly Yuki's 70$ winter coat. "B! What happened?" I acted as if it was nothing; "Oh, I just tripped as I was walking under a ladder, see Friday the 13th, and I hurt my knee, my stockings were all ripped up S and then I--" she cut me off; "Where did you get it taken care of?" she asked. "At the hospital, where else?" I asked confused. Trying not to show off that I was really at Dan's. "Cute doctor?" she asked, winking. I let my thoughts wander off; "Very cute…"
