Chapter Fifteen: Broken

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm glad that everyone liked the last chapter. It has got to be my favourite so far, and it was a lot of fun to write. Once again, thanks for all of the support. You guys are seriously amazing, so I decided I should pay you back for all the reviews with a new chapter.
Enjoy. x)
His nose was broken. That's what the doctors had told him, anyways. They had just done some x-rays and there was a possibility that Chuck needed surgery, which was why he was still sitting in a hospital room. They had tried to stick him in to a room with other people, but he was quick to bark something about how it needed to be private and that he was "Chuck Fucking Bass" and he got whatever he wanted.

Well, not everything. He'd begged Blair not to, but she still called his parents, both of which were eager to come visit their son. Each said they'd be there as soon as possible, which meant they'd be there at some time ranging in the next five minutes to three hours.

"You're evil," Chuck muttered to Blair, laying back in the hospital bed and shutting his eyes. She was sitting in the chair next to him, because the last time she tried to get on the bed, the nurse yelled at her and threatened to kick her out. Apparently, they didn't want teenagers making out in their hospital.

"I know," she answered, flipping through the pages of the magazine she picked up. "Get over it. Your parents would find out your nose was broken anyways, especially when they get a medical bill."

"At least they wouldn't be here. Jesus, Blair, you remember how bad my mom was in my suite. Imagine her in a hospital. It's going to be hell," he warned her.

"You're exaggerating. Besides, I'm sure that your dad will calm her down."

"They got divorced for a reason, Waldorf. He has no clue how to control her."

Blair would've guessed it to be the other way around. Bart acted exactly like his son after the divorce. It was a miracle that he was even thinking about getting married again. It was even more amazing that he had actually proposed, and the wedding was planned for a day in the next two months.

"Who did she sleep with, anyways?" she asked, pulling her cell phone from her pocket so she could check her text messages.

"Pool boy at one of our hotels in the Bahamas. I feel bad for the guy. He probably didn't realize that she was so fake and plastic that it would be like he was having sex with a blow-up doll," he said as he opened his eyes and watched Blair. Standing at the door was his father, who neither had seen or known was there.

"Charles, is that honestly any way to talk about your mother?" Bart asked, taking a few steps in to the room. "Pleasure to see you, Blair. I'm assuming that you're the reason my son is in a hospital bed?"

"Partly. Not completely," she said, rising from her seat to greet him. "It's nice to see you too, Mr. Bass." He shook her hand briefly, then looked over to Chuck, who was squirming miserably.

"Father," Chuck sighed in acknowledgment.

Bart sat in the seat that Blair had been previously occupying, giving his son a critical once-over. "So what happened? Are you in some trouble again? What did you do now?" he asked in an accusing tone.

"Just Nathaniel. Stupid bastard attacked me," he groaned.

"Attacked you? Did you deserve it, Charles?"

"I hardly deserved it. He's just being a hypocritical jackass."

"I don't care what he is. What did you do?"

Blair felt uncomfortable where she was standing. It didn't feel right to be listening in on their conversation. Plus, Bart could be pretty rough on Chuck and it wasn't exactly fair. Maybe it would be best if she left. Chuck was going to be there for quite a while, anyways.

"Excuse me for butting in, but Chuck, I really should get going. You can call me later, okay?" she said, moving over to the bed.

He shot her a look that said 'I hate you right now, I hope you know that' but it disappeared as soon as she bent down and kissed him, being careful to avoid his nose, which was covered in bandages. Unfortunately for both of them, they had to break the kiss before they got too in to it. Bart already looked disgusted with their behavior. Making out in front of him wouldn't change that.

"Fine, but I'm asking the nurse for a sponge bath," he called after her as she began to walk out of the room.

He was just joking around, but if he hadn't been dating Blair and somehow got his nose broken anyways, he would've made sure that the nurse gave him a sponge bath. Just goes to show how much one girl could change him... and scare him. He'd have a lot more broken body parts if he did anything with the hot, twenty-something blonde nurse.

"Blair Waldorf? How did you manage that?" Bart asked, a glint of actual pride in his eyes.

Chuck grinned and stretched to the best of his ability. "I have my ways." Spoken like a true Bass man.

By the time Blair got home, there were pictures of her and Chuck at the hospital plastered all over Gossip Girl. There were a lot of theories about how Chuck got bruised and his nose got broken, one of them surprisingly enough being the truth. Well, not exactly, but it was the gist of the truth.

The bloody sheets on Blair's bed had already been replaced, thanks to the wonderful Dorota. Without her, Blair didn't know how life could work. So much time would be occupied doing the things that Dorota always did.

As soon as Blair signed on to her instant messenger, she was bombarded with messages. It was pathetic how many people were interested in getting the details about her newest relationship. Even if it was scandalous and a big deal, couldn't they go about it the old fashioned way and get their information from supposed 'inside sources'? The only message that Blair actually read was from Serena. It said 'You're home? Can I come over?' and obviously, Blair replied saying that she could.

In a short amount of time, Serena arrived at the Waldorf residence. They both greeted each other with a hug and then moved upstairs to Blair's bedroom, where they sat on the bed and picked at some fresh fruit.

"So... how's Chuck?" Serena finally asked, popping a piece of an orange in to her mouth. "I saw the pictures of you two at the hospital."

"He's fine. The doctor said he probably just broke his nose," she shrugged as if it were no big deal.

"What happened? He doesn't just break his bones for no reason," Serena said. "Does this have anything to do with the other week when he was texting you? And when you got out his limo without your tights on?"

Blair let out a frustrated sigh and poked the tip of her fingernail in to an apple slice. "Yes, I'm dating Chuck. Nate got pissed off about it, and threw some cheap shots while he was sleeping. I can't believe I used to date someone who is so pathetic." She said it all like it was a basic known fact, and Serena was left with her mouth wide open.

"Dating him? Blair! It's Chuck. He doesn't date," she exclaimed, her voice laced with disgust.

"Well, now he does. Why do you even care? Even Chuck is a step up from Brooklyn."

"Do you have to bring Dan in to this? Honestly, how low can you get? I'm not surprised Nate was pissed. You're dating his best friend."

"You really don't want to bring up the subject of best friends, do you? If I remember correctly, you took my boyfriend's virginity. You're in no place to judge anyone," Blair snapped, her fingernail digging deeper in to the fruit.

Serena rolled her eyes and got up from the bed. "I'm leaving. I can see that your new boyfriend has started to rub off on you. It won't be soon before you start sleeping around. Oh, wait, you already have."

"Fine, S, run away! We both know you're a master at that," she hissed, getting up from the bed as well and staring at her friend for a moment. Serena shook her head briefly and then picked up her purse from the floor. She left without saying goodbye, making sure to stomp just a bit as she walked out.

SPOTTED: S leaving B's in a huff. Trouble in paradise? We hope so. It won't be long before B stumbles from all of these problems she's been tucking under her belt, but at least C will be there to help her out of it.