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"My first doctor's appointment is tomorrow," Blair sighed. She looked back over at Serena who was sitting in the bed next to Blair and her sleeping daughter. Serena reached over and wiped away at Macy's smeared face paint from their eventful day at the Central Park zoo. Macy had been so excited to see the animals and had given most of them names.

"Do you want me to go with you, B?" she asked, noticing the nerves radiating from her friend. Blair shook her head and began to fiddle with her hands in her lap.

"I think I should just do this by myself the first time," she mumbled, adjusting the strap of her La Perla silk camisole, "Besides, I was hoping that you would take Macy out to do something fun. She doesn't know that I'm sick and she's going to have to get used to you doing all the girl stuff with her." A single tear dripped from Blair's eye and onto the white comforter of the bed.

"Are you scared?" Serena whispered. Blair turned to look at her friend, her eyes red and her features droopy and sad. The look in her eyes answered Serena's question.

"I'm more scared for my daughter losing her mother than me losing her," she replied simply. Macy stirred between them and they knew the conversation had closed. They didn't want to risk Macy hearing her mother's issues, though they would soon be her own. Blair just wanted her daughter to be a little girl for just another day.

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Chuck stirred in his drunken haze to the sound of his phone ringing. The only way to get Blair's words out of his mind was to drown them out completely with his remaining scotch stash. His eyes opened to the blur of a suite and settled on his alarm clock. Who is calling at 3 am? He thought. He rolled over and collected his phone and flipped it open.

"Yes?" he slurred into the phone. He heard some rustling on the other end until he received a reply.

"Chuck? It's Serena." He groaned and rolled over to bury his face into his pillow.

"What do you want Van der Woodsen? Normal people sleep at this hour!" he grumbled grumpily.

"It's Blair, Chuck," Chuck became immediately awake and sat up beneath his black satin sheets.

"What's wrong?" he questioned in a panic.

"I know she talked to you about her…um…..condition," Chuck cringed at the words that flowed back into his mind, "Her first doctor's appointment is tomorrow and she is scared out of her mind. I think you should go with her."

"She doesn't want me there," he mumbled half-heartedly into the phone. His heart broke over the thought of his one love scared and in pain.

"She loves you," Serena stated bluntly. Chuck shook his head.

"No she doesn't," he reassured himself, "She wants me to go away. She said so herself."

"If she wanted you to go away, she would've never come back and definitely would have never let you meet your daughter. She needs you right now Chuck; Go be with her." Chuck sighed and agreed and after getting the time and address from Serena he drifted back into an uncomfortable, slightly hungover sleep.

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Blair gazed at the eerily white walls of the waiting room of her doctor's office. She stared intently at them, refusing to let herself look at the other cancer patients waiting with her. The sick coughs and moaning of those in pain was enough to satisfy her terror. She twiddled her thumbs and shook with her nerves until a nurse called her back into a room. Then there she sat all alone. Sitting on the little exam table in her own little room all alone.

"Well, congratulations Ms. Waldorf, you are indeed, pregnant!" The doctor exclaimed as he entered the room, "About ten weeks to be exact." Blair's heart dropped. She was now pregnant without any man in her life to help her. Chuck was now completely out of her life and that was the way it would stay.

"Now, I would like to discuss your options with you, There is always—"

"I'm going to have this baby, Dr. Malone ,so don't even try to push any of that adoption or abortion crap on me." Blair stated fiercely.

"Well, alright, then, I'll go get you some prenatal vitamins." The doctor exited the room and Blair was left all alone. I can do this, she thought. There is no way I can't

"Good morning, Ms. Waldorf, how are you feeling?" asked the young female doctor as she entered. Blair shrugged as the doctor examined her chart.

"Well it looks like the –"

"I'm sorry I'm late," Chuck burst through the door and immediately was at Blair's side.

"Chuck! What are you doing here?" Blair hissed.

"I'm here to support you Blair; I'm here to help." Chuck took a seat next to Blair's examination table. The doctor looked at Blair and she gave a nod of approval.

"Well as I was saying, Ms. Waldorf, your biopsy concluded that your tumor is small and slow, giving you about a year if you refuse treatment. I would like to discuss your treatment options, however. There is radiation and—"

"I'm sorry Dr. Harper, but I believe that I will be refusing treatment," she mumbled. Chuck stared up at her in horror. His Blair was choosing to die. She would rather die than fight for her own life. "I would rather be able to spend my last days with my daughter somewhat lively than sick and in bed all the time. I want her to not have to experience me like that at her young age."

And with that, Blair turned and exited the room, leaving Chuck and the doctor alone. Chuck knew better than to chase after her at this moment. There was only so much he could do, but there was so much that could help her live. She could be his Blair again, but not if she gave up too fast.

"How do I convince her to take the treatment?"