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"What are they doing in there?!" Chuck slammed his fist into the wall of the waiting room. Nate shifted Serena into a different position in his lap. It had been an hour since he had gotten to the hospital after receiving a morbid call from the doctor.
When he gotten to Blair's room, Serena was passed out on the couch, and there was a lot of noise coming from Blair's "bedroom". Chuck was behind him in seconds, a nurse at his heels who ushered the two out of the room, saying they couldn't be in there when doctors were working on her. Nate had lifted the tall lean blonde, and he and Chuck were reluctantly guided out of the room. Neither were willing to leave, so they were camping out in the large waiting room. Blair was obviously wealthy, so she had been moved to one of the best floors, which also had the best waiting rooms. Serena hadn't woken up, and was draped across Nate's lap. Her mascara was runny and it pained Nate to think of what happened when she heard the news and had to bear it alone.
"SERENA??!" Lilly's voice was weak as she busted through the door of the waiting room.
"Don't worry, she just fainted. She was alone and sleep deprived when Blair's temperature went up. She's been asleep for an hour," Nate reassured her.
"Oh Charles," Lilly turned toward Chuck, who had his head in his hands. She walked over and embraced him, but he remained unmoving.
"Do you want me to bring you anything?" She asked both Nate and Chuck.
"No, I'm fine…but Serena might want food or water when she wakes up…" Nate looked at the sleeping Serena. She was wrecked. Lilly nodded, walked over and kissed her daughter's forehead, and left.
"So… why did you bust out of there when Blair started waking up this morning…well…yesterday actually," Nate looked at Chuck.
"The condom broke," Chuck said in a monotone voice, never looking up. Nate's eyebrow's furrowed in concern.
"I went to her house…told her. I ended up telling her I would hate for her to be the mother of my child…and she was pretty enraged. She kicked me out…" Chuck explained.
"Wow…no wonder." Nate whispered.
The doorknob turned and the doctor walked in, the same pale one from before. Both boys stood, Nate holding Serena in his arms.
"Your both very lucky," The doctor said. Nate nearly dropped Serena, she awoke so quickly.
"I'm sorry…what was that you just said?" She asked the doctor, her liquid blue eyes hopeful.
"Your friend isn't dead. It was a close one, but she made it through," The doctor repeated, looking fairly concerned about Serena.
"Ohhhh," Serena collapsed against Nate's chest, sobs wracking through her. Nate sat down with his arms around her, and Chuck walked out behind the doctor.
"Wait no!" Serena could barely see through her tears, but she knew she wouldn't let Chuck in that room. Blair. Would. Freak. She jumped up to stop him put the pale tiles on the floor rushed up to meet her face. If Nate didn't have his arms around her waist, she would've been on the ground.
"Look. Let him go." Nate whispered in her ear, holding her down with ease even though she fought against him.
"Blair." Chuck breathed as he stepped through the door. Her hair was wet and matted to her forehead, her skin was red-pink, yet she was still gorgeous, and she was still his Blair. He sat there, stroking her cheek, her arm, watching her as she slept. Doctors came in and out frequently to check Blair's temperature, perform more tests, and put cold cloths on her skin, but Chuck never left. He spoke to her. He begged for forgiveness, took back his words, comforted her, and praised her. He kissed her hand telling her he loved her.
Serena went in and out of consciousness in Nate's arms, sitting on the couch in Blair's room. When Serena was coherent enough to realize where she was, she wanted to see Blair right away. When Nate was sure he didn't need to go with her in case she fainted and he needed to catch her, he let her get up.
She made her way quietly to the door, but stopped after opening it just a crack. Chuck, holding Blair's hand, stroking her cheek. He was talking to her, but Serena was too far out of range to hear his words. She watched for a long time, as he smoothed Blair's hair, tucked her blanket in, and kissed her hand. She fought the urge to go to her best friend, and shut the door, falling into one of the chairs across from Nate.
"I couldn't." She whispered.
"He loves her," He confirmed.
"She does love him, but right now, she's not going to show that,"
"Of course, she's Blair." Nate smiled and Serena couldn't help but follow. She was surprised at how good smiling felt. She had just spent two days trying to comfort her poor best friend and had been fainting on and off. But Blair was okay, Serena was okay, Nate was okay, and Chuck was begging for forgiveness to a sleeping girl, but he was okay too. Smiling felt so good, she tried it again. Nate cocked his head, as if questioning her sanity, chuckling at her current state of goofiness.
"Blair isn't dead! She's gonna be ooookaaay" Serena sang, making them both laugh louder.
"S" Someone croaked.
"Blair!" Serena was off the couch and next to Blair. Blair's eyes were closed, and her head lolled to the side, "Haaa" Serena laughed, "She heard me!" Her eyes watered with joy. Just hours ago, she was preparing herself for loosing her best friend, and now her best friend was alive, and saying her name. Nate walked up behind her and put his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder; she threaded her fingers through his. Chuck leaned down and kissed Blair's hand. A rare occurrence on the Upper East Side. Nate, Serena, Chuck and Blair, all at ease with one another, as if they were 7 again. In the living room, Serena could hear her phone ringing, and Blair's vibrated on the table next to her, but no one moved.
Spotted: C rushing out of B's with fire on his heels. B '. N going in & out and about. S, she went in, but hasn't come out. Will B be back there in…9months?
Something's going down within the elite, Oh, your in for a treat. XOXO, Gossip Girl.
