A/N: Thank you guys for all of your feedback. I notice that in the first and third chapters there are sentences that have been blended together and don't make any sense. There is only one per chapter but it doesn't show up that way in my document so I don't know how to fix it. Sorry. Keep reading though, we are about to get very deep into Chuck's emotions.

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock

Chuck paced back and forth in the fluorescently lit hallway of the hospital. The waiting was killing him. How much longer? They had to know something soon. He had been waiting for four hours. He turned to see Nate reading a magazine in the waiting room. Serena was pacing nearly as much as he was, only with that Humphrey kid clinging to her shoulder. Then there was Lilly and Eleanor, chatting away as if nothing was wrong. That is her mother, he thought, The woman who gave her life. How can she sit there and do nothing? Pretend like everything is okay? He cared more about her than even her mother did, and that sickened him. HE was there when she fainted, he was there in the ambulance when she was brought over, he had been here waiting so eagerly for any news….good or bad.

The ambulance pulled up to the street corner as Chuck watched a kind stranger performing CPR on his one and only. The woman had said she was a doctor, but that didn't matter. It didn't matter who she was, He just wanted someone to help her. He didn't know how to do any of that. He couldn't help her. All he could do was watch. Chuck clung to her icy cold hand as the woman stepped aside. EMTs burst out of the back of the ambulance carrying a backboard. They rushed over to Blair's limp body and began to move her onto the board. Her frail hand slipped from his as they lifted her up and carried her to the ambulance. Chuck stormed after them and attempted to push his way onto the ambulance behind her, but was denied entrance.

"And who do you think you are?" one of the EMTs asked. Chuck thought quickly. He wasn't going to leave her alone.

"I'm her husband" he pushed out quickly. He stood on his tiptoes trying to get a glance of Blair. The EMT looked at him questionably and stepped aside.

"Go ahead" he said as he allowed Chuck into the ambulance. He stormed his way in beside her as the doors were shut behind him. He once again picked up her delicate hand and silently vowed never to let it go.

He needed answers now. Chuck carried himself over to the nurse's station where a receptionist sat filing her nails and sipping on a generic coffee.

"Excuse me" he asked "Can I find out how Blair Waldorf is doing?" The nurse sighed and began flipping through the stack of files that was piled up next to her. Chuck tapped his fingers on the countertop-- Could she go any slower?

"Um no news on her yet, but you can take a seat and we will let you know as soon as we know something." She looked up at him in irritation.

"What do you mean you know nothing?" Chuck could feel the anger boiling up inside of him as Nate looked up at the scene that was beginning to unfold. He jumped out of his seat and walked over to Chuck who was beginning to lose his cool.

"How can you know nothing?!?" Chuck yelled at the stunned nurse. "We've been here for four hours and-" Nate pulled Chuck aside and pushed him to the far end of the waiting room. Chuck began to pull at his hair in frustration.

"Dude," Nate soothed "Chill out, it's all okay. She-"

"It's all okay?" The anger boiled up inside of Chuck "It is not okay! I'm terrified! That is my Blair in there—My Blair! And she is hurting. Do you understand how hard it is to see the woman I love in pain like this? Do you know how hard it is for me to sit here and not be able to do anything for her? For my Blair?!?" Chuck slid down against the wall and sat on the floor. The entire waiting room looked over at him falling apart again. No one had known he felt that way about her. He began to fight back tears as Nate slid down next to him.

"Man, I had no idea-"

"Well now you do" he whispered harshly. " I'd like to be alone Nathaniel, so if you could please leave me I'd be forever grateful." Nate happily obliged and stood up, patting him on the back, comforting him the only way he knew how. He had never seen Chuck like this. So completely infatuated with one person it took over his entire being. Nate walked away and left Chuck to his peace. There was nothing he could do for him.

Just then a doctor emerged from behind the double doors that had been taunting Chuck for the past four hours. Chuck looked up and stared at the doctor in hopes he would speak her name. And he did.

"Blair Waldorf" the doctor stated, waiting for her family to arise. The entire waiting room of people stood up and walked over to the doctor for the news. Chuck pushed his way to the front of the group of "How is she's? " and "Is she going to be okay's ?"

"Mrs. Waldorf is going to be fine. She apparently hasn't been eating. There are slight scars in her throat indicating that she is suffering from bulimia. She fainted from being malnourished. She is sleeping right now bu—"

"Can I see her?" Chuck interrupted hopefully. The doctor turned to him with an understanding look and nodded.

"In the doors. Take a right, third door on the left." Chuck fled the group in a panic. The entire crowd gazed as he sprinted away towards her room. Chuck counted the doors and stopped at number three

There she was. His Blair. He slid slowly into the room and shut the door behind him. She lay sleeping so peacefully with her hair framing her face. She even looked beautiful in a hospital gown. Chuck became nauseated seeing her surrounded by all of these machines. She had two IV's in her arms and a heart rate monitor attached to her chest. He knew he had done this to her. It was his fault. Chuck grabbed the single chair in the room and pulled it close to her bed, taking hold of her pale hand. He fumbled with it in his own. He loved these hands. The hands that held him and comforted him when he needed it most. This was when he was supposed to return the favor. She needed him.

"Blair, honey, I'm so sorry" He whispered. The tears flooded down his cheeks. He had no restraint. "I'm so sorry. I can't believe I did this to you. This is all my fault. How could I do this to you?" Chuck buried his face into the bed beside her sleeping body and sobbed. The company of people stood at the window, watching, but not daring to enter. They knew to just leave them alone after Chuck's outburst in the waiting room.

Chuck buried his face into the bed and cried. There was nothing he could do for her, but he knew it was his fault. He had done this to her. He poisoned his Blair.