"I still don't understand what you're doing here." Chuck Bass repeated once again, looking at
Blair who was sitting back with her left leg over her right. Her pale, yet perfect leg just dangling
in the air.
"Chuck, I may still be pissed at you for everything, but I am not going to just sit back while you
could have died in the hospital! Would you have sat back if they had called you and told you I
was in the hospital after being SHOT!"
"Point taken, Waldorf." Chuck replied cooly. Something was wrong. He could sense these
things when it came to Blair, "but I can tell somethings wrong, so why don't you spill it."
"Bass I don't know what you're playing at." Blair got up, fiddling with the buttons of her coat. A
quick thought went over Chucks mind, but he quickly pushed it away, knowing that it was
practically impossible.
"Just take off your coat and stay awhile. Unless you hate me so much that you'd stay by my side
for a month and then leave the minute I wake up."
"Chuck you've been my best friend for years now, of course I was going to come when you fell ill." Blair added,exiting swiftly out of the room.
Blair Waldorf quickly ducked into a bedroom. She stood againt the door, breathing heavily. Her stomach was killing her and she could not figure out why. She
ran into a stall and began to she realized that she was throwing up blood.
"Fuck." Blair muttered, wiping her mouth and heading to the front desk of the hospital.
"May I help you Miss Waldorf?" the receptionist asked.
"Yes. I'm miscarrying." Blair said and then the rest of the world went black.
Sorry for the cliffhanger and the short chapters! Let me know your thoughts and opinions so far!