Hi again. Here I'm with a little bit more of Sick Chuck!

Just watched GG 2.08 – Poor Chuck and Blair…They Broke my (L).

But, U guys are so incredible amazing that I just had to update. I opened my email and saw a lot of feedback.

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So I decided that I had to write this chapter as fast as could. Forgive my mistakes.

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Previously

Blair was at his side immediately. She tried to say his name and tap him lightly on the cheeks, but got no response.

Chuck. Come on. Wake up.

But there was no sign that he was listening to her.

Serena what we're going to do?

2. Chapter – No Hospitals

Blair, I don't know. Let me go get a thermometer.

Serena dug through her mother's drawers pulled out a new thermometer. She ripped it out of the package, and shoved it under Chuck's tongue.

Sixty seconds later and they get a reading.

104.3

Blair, that is really high. What we are going to do?

We have to bring his fever down. Now. She said analyzing the situation.

Help me get in the tub.

What?

Go Serena. Fill the bath wit cold water. Then come and help me take him to the bathroom.

Are you sure?

Pretty sure. Is our best shot. Now. Go.

Okay.

They half carried half dragged limp Chuck to the bathroom and placed him in the bath with the cold water.

After a few seconds he started to stir.

Cold. He was shivering.

I know Bass, but we need to bring your fever down.

Let me out. Please. It's cold. He pleaded.

That last statement made Blair's blood run cold. The famous, tough Chuck Bass was pleading.

She never heard him sound so sincere and to be true so weak, and that thought scared her more than she was willingly to be known.

After 20 minutes or so of much pleading, arguing and fighting his fever started to break and Blair and Serena did the best they could to dry and change him.

Chuck's Bedroom

Are you felling any better?Serena asked.

I'm still cold.

Do you think you can hold a glass of orange juice? Blair was holding a glass in front of his face.

I can try.

Hold on a minute. Here take this with the juice. She handed him 2 cold pills.

Try to get some sleep.

He was out cold within minutes. His breathing sounded a little bit stressed but he looked really peaceful.

So Blair… you really don't care about Bass, do ya?

Come on Serena. He is sick. Even we don't pick on the sick and wounded.

If you say so.

Let him sleep. He you be up and about in a few days. And then I'll be ready for him.

Why don't you show me the new suits Bart bought for you?Blair said clearly trying to change the subject.

2 hours late. Serena's Bedroom

So you're really is going to tell what happened between you and Chuck?

Serena… leave it alone. I told you. Will you?

Blair I don't want you to get hurt.

I won't. I promise.

They were discussing boys and dresses and Blair heard a noise coming from Chuck's room.

He shouldn't be up yet. These pills are like really strong.

Let's go and check. Serena said.

Meanwhile Chuck's bedroom

He was felling cold again, but he didn't have the energy to grab the blanket. It was so close, but he was so tired. He didn't remember the last time he got that sick. He was so tired that he even considered calling for his step sister. He tried to find his cell phone but knock the glass of juice of the nightstand.

The he gave up and tried to sleep again.

When the girls entered Chuck's room, the first thing Blair saw was the glass of juice on the floor.

She picked up the pieces and handed them to Serena.

Can you get a new one? Maybe water?

And then she went to check on Chuck's temperature.

He was now tossing and turning in bed. His breathing strained coming in harsh intakes.

Clearly he was stuck in a bad dream. She tried to gently wake him up.

Chuck. Can you hear me?

No…Don't…Please…No…Let her go…No…

Chuck it's ok. It's me. Blair. Wake up

She tried to tap him on the cheeks he was hot again and very flushed.

No… Don't go…

I'm not going anywhere. You need to wake up.

Noooooooooooooooooo…

He rose from the bed and almost knocked her. He was trembling, sweating and panting. She tried to regain her balance and reach from his shaking form trying to calm him down.

It's okay. Hey. I'm here. It's okay.She tried to sound calm for his sake.

Waldorf? When did you get here? He looked at her confused.

I was here with you before. Don't you remember? She asked.

Why is so hot in here? He was having a hard time catching up. His fever spiking again.

Chuck you are scaring me. You are really sick. Don't you remember passing out this morning?

She was now really worried with his health.

I…Blair? He got paler.

Yes?

I think I'm going to throw up.

She didn't have time to think. She just made it out of the way. He tried to stand up, but stumble on the covers and was now throwing up on the floor on the other side of the bed.

He was curling up holding his stomach, his forehead all sweaty and his eyes glassy.

Oh It Hurts. Make it stop. Make it stop.

He was really in pain. She tried to help in a sitting position.

Meanwhile Serena was back with a glass of water.

Chuck …Try to drink this in small, slow sips.

How is he doing? Serena asked.

He threw up again. Here pass me the thermometer.

She put the thermometer in his mouth once again and waited.

105.1. His fever is up again. I think we need to go to a hospital.

No. No hospitals.

But you're really sick.

I don't want to go to a hospital.

Here. Take my phone and call Doctor Dean. Everything is going to be fine. I'm not going to a hospital.

But…

Okay, so I'm really mean…And I think it's going to be a lot worst before its get better.

Lots of delirious, sweating, needing Chuck!

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