Author's note: Hello babes! New chapter which takes place about three weeks after the previous one. Please give me some reviews this story is 10 chapters long an only has 8 reviews :( On the other hand I quite like this chapter, so please tell me what you think about it. Have fun reading,

xoxo

Chirine

"Daniel what the hell is that thing"? Chuck said as he looked at the scruffy creature that was staring at him from the carboardbox on the floor. "You said I owed you, so here I am paying my debt to you in the form of man's bestfriend" Dan kneeled infront of the bastard dog and scratched him behind his ears. "Come on Chuck he's adorable, besides we have room enough for a third roommate, don't we buddy" Nate said before petted the dog on his furry back. Chuck rolled his eyes, straightened out his jacket and carefully sat down on the Persian rug. As soon as he hit the floor the dog jumped out of the box, onto Chuck's Armani pants, violently licking Chuck's face. Dan and Nate watched amused as they had expected an angry reaction from their posh friend but instead saw the UES billionaire laughing and petting the dog as if they'd been friends for years. Dan was the first to say something again "so what are you gonna call him"? Chuck put his arms around the nameless animal and without thinking had the perfect name for him "Monkey". Nate chuckled "why Monkey"? "It suits him" Chuck said. Nate stood up "well why don't we take Monkey out for a walk in the dog-park".

Spotted:

Gossip Girl's three favourite UES boys in the company of man's bestfriend.

D, N, C and the new guy are currently enjoying a walk around New York's most famous park.
My question for the day is if you can guess who the owner of this furry little boy is..
My bets were on the Brooklyn novelist but we can proudly tell you that no other but Chuck Bass is the owner of Monkey.
With him repurchasing his burlesque kingdom Victrola and renovating his "The Palace" we wonder if the Dark Knight is being his old self again and drowning his sorrows in business, where's the pleasure C?
New York's most powerful adolescent hasn't been spot with anyone but Golden, Lonely Boy and S for the past three weeks. Has it to do with queen B soon turning into princess B? The Waldorf-Grimaldi wedding is only weeks away. Do you have your invite yet?

You know you love me,

xoxo Gossip Girl

Serena slipped her phone back into her purse as she waited for Blair to come out of the fittingroom. "What do you think S" Blair said coming out in a dark green mini dress that was meant to be thight but hung around her fragile frame. Serena looked her bestfriend up and down, her thin ankles, boney knees, skin and bone thighs, hip bones visible through the delicate fabric, twig like arms, pointy shoulders, an A cup where once a C cup was and a face that almost seemed lifeless, with the skin pulled thightly around her skull, topped of with dark grey circles around her dark, now flat eyes. "Well"? Blair said, her voice sounding hoarse. Serena stood up and felt that all the colour on her face had faded but she managed to put up a smile "I don't like the dress that much B, can we get out of this store I don't think that I'm feeling very well". Serena saw Blair's natural protective feeling shine over her face "sure, sure, I'll be out in a second". Serena leaned back into the wall. She didn't know what to do, the last few times Blair had fallen sick it hadn't been this bad. Now she was avoiding everyone but her because she thought that she didn't notice. Blair always thought she was the only one who never saw it when Blair suddenly dropped pounds in a week, when the truth is that she had always been to scared to say anything to her bestfriend. "Come on S" Serena snapped back out of her thoughts when she saw Blair standing infront of her in her thick wintercoat that was sizes to big for her small buddy.

They hung the dress back onto the rack and walked outside where the cold early November wind was biting their faces. With their arms hooked into eachother they walked into Central Park just like they had done when they were younger only now without being supervised by a nanny. Serena led them to Blair's favourite spot, where the brunette had fed the ducks since she was 4. They sat down on the cold wooden bench and just watched the birds happily swimming around in the cold water. Serena grabbed the boney hand of her bestfriend and stroked the veins that were sticking out like blue snakes softly with her thumb. "B what are you doing"? Blair cocked her head "what do you mean, what am I doing"? Serena swallowed away her fear of hurting Blair "I mean what the fuck are you doing by starving yourself and throwing up". Blair sniffed "you're delusional S, I left that habit behind in high school, unlike some others". Serena raised her eyebrow "what"? "Come on Serena, don't you think that Dan is a bit of a re-run of the past". "Blair you're not even making sense now you're the one who got us back together again, why don't you see that you have a problem"? Blair abdruptly stood up and walked away from the bench still facing Serena, ignoring the tears that were burning in her eyes "I don't have a fucking problem Serena, I'm in control, I'm fine and you know what in a few weeks I'll be gone I'll be living a new life, with my husband and I don't need you, Dan, Nate or Chu-..". Suddenly she stopped talking and Serena saw Blair's breaths become shorter and faster, her right arm reaching for her chest, clasped by the right before she collapsed into the cold, wet grass.

Serena jumped up and threw her arms around Blair, pulling the limp body up against her chest. "B, B, B say something, please, I beg you". Black mascara tears were running down her face in rapid speed as she fell the fragile body fighting for survival, breaths getting heavy. She pulled her phone from her purse and with trembling fingers she managed to dial the alarm number.

"911 emergency how can we help you" the lady on the phone said in a calm tone.
"M-m-my bestfriend just fell to the ground and and and.."
"Calm down miss, try to breath and tell me what the problem is, do we need to send an ambulance"? the voice still sounded calm but with an alert vibe to it.
Serena bit her lip and felt a drop of blood trickling to her tongue "yes, she is a bulimic and she's hardly breathing, please I need help we're in Central Park near the duck pond, please she can't die I need her, please I beg you".
"Okay miss, we're sending someone right now, please, try to stay calm and keep your friend warm and try to keep talking to her, help is on it's way".
Serena dropped the phone into the grass and wrestled her coat off carefully, keeping Blair close to her. She wrapped the red, wool trenchcoat around her bestfriend, who's face was the palest of white now.
She planted little kisses on her cold forehead, brushing her hands to the brown curls on Blair's head.

"You can't leave me here Blair, I can't live without you, I know it's selfish but I can't lose you, I'm aways selfish I know and I'm sorry but please stay". Serena felt herself choking on her tears and clenched her jaws together breathing deeply, she couldn't be weak now. "Remember when we were 6, we had those matching silver bracelets from Tiffany's, we had just had our first day of 1st grade and my nanny was taking us to the park, she had given us bread and we were right here feeding the ducks". Serena softly smiled "and then we went to the playground, and a little boy with blonde hair was asking if he could push you on the swing, and it was so sweet but you looked bored B" she giggled "and then this mean boy came, with his clothes perfectly tucked and clean and his dark hair parted like a little gentleman, and he pushed you off of the swing, you fell with your knees in the mud and leaves and your white thights were all dirty. He and the boy with blonde hair were already walking away but you didn't let anyone bully you because you're Blair Waldorf. That's exactly what you said to me before you stormed up to the boy with dark hair and pulled his hair and slapped his face. My nanny had to pull you off of him and you had to apologize, remember what he said B?" She burried her nose in Blair's vanilla scented hair and murmured "he said that it was okay and that he was sorry too and he stuck out his hand and you shook it and then he said I'm Chuck Bass and you just walked away turned around and smiled at him and said Blair Waldorf and then you walked back to my nanny and me and we went home". "I wonder if they still remember B, it was the beginning of the Non Judging Breakfast Club, we've been through so much B, so you have to understand that without you there is no me". Serena stopped talking and cried as she heard the sirens approaching, stopping, doors opening and paramedics running towards them with a stretcher, pulling Blair from her arms onto the stretcher, putting a blanket around her, pulling her up, rushed them both into the ambulance as they drove away into the early evening.

Chuck walked into the lobby, eventhough it was late he had left his penthouse right away when Lily asked him to meet her at the hospital though she wouldn't tell him why. He hoped nothing was wrong with her, Eric, Rufus or Serena. He saw a sad looking Lily walking towards him and he could already feel his heart sink a little "what is wrong, are Rufus, Eric and Serena okay? Are you okay?" She softly hugged him, then she grabbed his face between her hands, he felt his heart pounding in fear as he was trying to prepare himself for the news. "Blair and Serena were in the park and Blair had a heartattack, Serena called an ambulance..". Chuck grabbed Lily's hands and pulled them from his face while he shook his head and laughed "no she didn't, she just turned 21 she's healthy, healthy young woman don't get heartattacks" she had been healthy the last time he saw her, three weeks ago, what could have changed. Lily sighed "Charles, she has hardly eaten anything in the last three weeks, the doctors said that she was strongly underfed and that the throwing up she did affected her heart, they did everything they could be she's in a coma and they don't know if she'll wake up from it, I'm sorry". At that moment, as word after word slipped from Lily's lips he felt the earth crumbling apart under his feet, the sky falling apart on his shoulders and his heart disappearing into a large black hole. His whole body slipped into agony and he fell through his knees to the floor, his face burning under the tears streaming from his eyes. Lily wrapped him in his arms, cradling him like he was a child, he didn't make a sound. Days could have passed by but he had only squeezed his eyes thightly shut for a couple of minutes, hoping for all of this to go away, or atleast for him to die so he wouldn't have to suffer like this. "What room is she in". Lily loosened her grip "third floor, room 107". He stood up and ran to the staircase, he blindly ran up the stairs and through the hallway until he had found her room. Somewhere along the way he had passed Serena who was being comforted by Eric and Rufus. When he opened the door the pain in his body intensified, he closed the it and softly sat himself next to the bed where she, his world, was laying with what seemed like a thousand tubes puncturing her porcelain body. The woman he had seen three weeks ago had vanished into a fragile little girl with bones visible through her almost see-through skin.

He took her cold hand and removed her engagement ring, carefully putting it on the cabinet next to the bed. The tears were aching in his eyes again and he let them all fall for her and only her. He kissed the tips of her finger, softly pleading against them. He kissed her palm, smelling the Chanel no5 that she had sprayed on her wrist probably that morning. He knew no one, probably not even Blair herself was listening but he had to say the words that were burning in his troath "I love you Waldorf, why the fuck do you keep doing this to yourself, you are so powerful but so insecure. You are the most beautiful woman I know, the sexiest, smartest, funniest, perfection. But most of all it's how you take care of the people you love, including me even when I don't deserve it, which is often, I love you". He moved his chair to the wall so his head was right next to hers, still holding her pale hand in his. "You once told me that you loved me so much that it was consuming you and I still ran away, because it was consuming me too, fuck it, it's still consuming every fiber in my body. If this already hurts this bad, how will it feel if you..-" He choked on his tears and squeezed his free hand into a fist "-..if you go away, I swear it Waldorf I'll fucking kill myself, I can't stand a second in a world without you, you saved me that night on that roof, otherwise I would have jumped I owe you everything, I love you, I fucking love you". After that he couldn't talk anymore, he sat in the dark room that was vaguely lighted by the curve on her heartmonitor as he sat there holding her hand, waiting.

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The room number (107) is a little dedication to Victor/Victrola 1x07.