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Special thanks and a hug to my, so far only, reviewer LeftWriter224. You are amazing and I'm just sooo happy you liked the beginning of my story! Seriously want to know what you think of this new one :) Well, I'll try my best to separate the paragraphs, the thing is that I'm updating from my iPhone 'cause I'm not home now. (NY, btw :) and I'm really bad at the HTML etc. thing :(
Enjoy the piece!
He woke up still on the floor and immediately saw Cyrus' concerned face. It took him several seconds to realize where he was and why. The truth hit him and as he tried to catch his breath again, Cyrus called his name. He could barely hear what he was saying, fog of numbness covering him as a wave. Suddenly, he heard her name and tried to concentrate.
"Charles, Charles, can you hear me?" Cyrus asked again and again, trying to get his attention.
"Blair.." Chuck whispered. "You said something about Blair.." he managed.
"Charles, Blair is alive. Do you understand it? Perfectly alive" Cyrus said seriously, hoping Chuck would het his message.
"But, Nate said...?" Chuck asked weakly, not yet letting himself to believe Cyrus, suspecting that he was lying just to ease Chuck's pain. He knew he wouldn't be able to live through the news for the second time.
"No, no, she's unconscious, but yet absolutely alive. Do you want to go and see her?" Cyrus suggested, noticing hesitation in Chuck's eyes.
"Yes" he breathed out, struggling to get up. Cyrus helped him to his feet and led towards the door.
"You want a private moment, don't you?" he asked, stepping back.
"Thank you" Chuck said quietly, opening the door. He started to really believe that Blair was fine.
He opened the door and stepped inside the ward. There she was, on a huge hospital bed, her pale porcelain skin covered with horrible dark bruises, red scars and slightly bleeding cuts. Her head was on a pile of pillows, her eyes shut closed, her mouth and nose covered with an oxygen mask. Her arms, where not damaged by the car crash, covered with needles. Several huge machines surrounded her, working loudly, supporting her life. One of them made a typical beeping noise, repeating her heart beats. It was not the steady sound you usually hear in movies. It was weak and unsteady, her pulse jumping from 20 to 40, her heart skipping several beats here and there. Her uneven breathing was also audible, her chest moving up and down heavily as she struggled to breathe.
For the first several seconds overwhelming happiness was all he could feel. There she was, his beautiful girl, alive. She breathed, her heart was beating and that was enough for Chuck. But then, when the first moment of relief had passed and he made a small step towards her bed he noticed how sick and vulnerable she looked. He froze for a second, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths to calm himself down and sooth the horrible nauseous pain somewhere in his chest. The place felt like his heart. He knew he didn't have a right to be the weak one, he knew he had to be strong for her. Yet it took him at least five minutes to brace himself and dare to look at her again. He rushed to the chair next to her bed, afraid he would lose his balance and fell down again. His head was spinning. As he took a seat he casted a third glance at her. This time he managed to watch her for longer then a second. He slowly moved forwards and grabbed her left hand gently. He was excepting to feel her usual soft and warm skin, yet her palm was cold and sweaty.
"Blair" he breathed out, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
"Blair" he whispered, rubbing her hand lovingly and very gently in an attempt to warm her up.
"Blair" he repeated all over and over again, covering her arm and shoulder and neck and face with kisses, hard sobs coming from his chest. He was absorbed in his pain, in her pain, in their pain. He was so unaware of the outer world that he only noticed a nurse who had been trying to get his attention when she hit his shoulder quite painfully.
"Mr. Bass, I'm sorry to interrupt but we have some treatment to perform and it's impossible with you in the ward. You can come to see her again later" she said, gently leading Chuck out.
Once he was out he went straight to the nearest toilette, quickly skipping everyone in front of the door. He felt sick and broken and the last thing he wanted was their sympathetic words and meaningful looks. Luckily the toilette was empty and he rushed to the sink, reaching it right in time to throw up. The nausea went away as soon as his stomach was empty and he just sat there on his knees, sobbing, his face covered with both hands. What he hand just witnessed was more then shocking or heartbreaking. Seeing Blair hurt, damaged, in danger and in pain qnd not knowing how to help her was the hardest thing in his life. It was much, much worse than seeing his dead father. It turned him upside down, leaving a burning and aching hole in his chest. He could hardly breathe, sitting there, waiting for the pain to ease. At least she was there, alive, breathing. The fact that she was berating just as he was calmed him down somehow.
"Charles" he heard Cyrus' voice again. Shit! Just don't make the 'i-am-sorry-for-you-boy' show, please. Spit it out and go away. That was what he thought when he looked up unwillingly. Cyrus seemed to get the message.
"Just in case you want to join, her doctor is going to give us an update on her, they just got back several tests' results" Cyrus said quietly, giving Chuck a hand to help him up.
"Thank you" Chuck breathed out for the second time that day, making a mental note that Cyrus was actually tactful and caring.
"Charles, there is something I have to tell you before we leave this place" the older man said seriously, not letting Chuck's hand go.
"Yes?" he asked, nervous again. Could anything else be possibly wrong?
"Blair was not alone in the car today" he said. "Serena was with her" he stated.
"How is she?" Chuck asked immediately, and then he remembered Nate's sobs and the last words he had heard from him.
"No!" he gasped for air. "No, she couldn't have.." he was unable to finish the horrible sentence as his stomach knotted.
"They didn't manage to save her, the injuries were too bad" Cyrus whispered, hugging Chuck tightly, afraid he would fall down again.
The hug somehow helped Chuck. It felt nice and warm and reassuring. He swallowed, banning the thoughts from his mind. He would think about Serena later. Now he had to think about Blair.
Chuck and Cyrus exited the toilette silently, made their way to the doctor's office and joined Eleanor who was already talking to a middle-aged blonde man in glasses.
"Good afternoon, Mr Rose and Mr..." the doctor interrupted his speech to great the newly arrived.
"Bass. Charles Bass" Chuck introduced himself, shaking the doctor's hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mr Bass, I am Arthur Swan, Blair's doctor" he smiled politely. "And who are you to Blair? Because I believe that this particular conversation should be close family only" he said, the same polite smile on his face.
"He's her boyfriend, he's family and he has a right to know whatever it is" Cyrus said firmly, helping Chuck out.
"Fine" Mr Swan nodded. "Well, Miss Waldorf's condition remains critical. She has several very serious injuries including a bad spine one which needs immediate surgery. We were running tests to make sure the surgery was possible when we found out something you probably don't know because you didn't mention it. Apparently Miss Waldorf is 16 weeks pregnant" the doctor stated. All the three people gasped for air, Chuck was the first one two speak.
"Today is September 16th, right?" he asked in a barely audible whisper. The doctor nodded.
"Does this mean that the estimated conception date is May 16th?" he asked.
"Well, this may vary, but the date you named is the most probable" Mr Swan said.
"Oh my God..." was everything Chuck could manage. The news gave him the exact answer to why Blair had called out her engagement and wanted to see him. The Constance Alummi night they didn't use protection. The baby was his.
"Unfortunately the spine surgery Blair needs so much will be impossible if she is pregnant" the doctor went on. "The medications she needs will kill the fetus" he said, a sad smile on his face. "That means we have to perform an abortion first. Mrs Waldorf, I need you to sign this paper" he concluded, handing Eleanor a leaf.
"Are..are you sure it's impossible to keep the baby?" she chocked out.
"Unfortunately it is" was the doctor's response.
"Well, here you go then" she sighed, signing the paper.
"Thank you" Mr Swan nodded. "Mr Bass, may I talk to you privately, please?" he said, gesturing towards a door to a connected cabinet.
"Sure" Chuck muttered, still frozen with shock.
They entered another cabinet together and the doctor shut the door closed.
"Mr Bass, I wanted to discuss with you the case in which Blair survives the surgery" the doctor commenced the conversation.
"Is it improbable?" Chuck said in a cracked voice.
"Well, I'd say her chances are about 50%, which is quite a lot" he replied. "I didn't want to discuss this with her parents because they are having a hard time even without me and my medical theories"
"So?" Chuck invited him to continue, noticing to himself that the doctor was apparently very inattentive because he managed not to notice Chuck's complete shock and 'hard time' he himself was having. But at least the guy believed he was strong, so Chuck tried to sound calm.
"I am a specialist in the particular case of coma Blair is suffering from, and a recent survey showed that patients in her situation, even though they are unconscious, might hear people talking to them, especially people they cared about before their accident. They obviously cannot answer bit they still can understand. So I'd like you to try talking to her, encouraging and reassuring her. Fo you understand?" the doctor asked with a concerned look as Chuck's face was expressionless.
"Yes. Yes, I do" Chuck nodded. "I would do anything that might help her" he added. "Speaking of what I would do: I want you to know that I have money. Lots of money. So if there is any way I could help you personally, your staff or your hospital, don't hesitate to ask me. I would give anything and everything for the girl" he said.
"Thank you" the doctor smiled. "I'll keep it in mind" "Can I see her before the surgery?" Chuck asked, standing up.
"I'm sorry, but we need to start as soon as possible" the doctor shook his head.
"Okay" Chuck muttered before closing the door behind him. There was not anything left he could do for Blair, only pray and hope. Yet there still was his best friend Nate who had just lost the girl who was probably as important to him as Blair was to Chuck. That was the reason why Chuck headed towards the ward 001 again. He didn't make a mistake. There was Nate, still sitting on a bench, all alone now. Eleanor and Cyrus were gone home and so were Lily and Erick.
"Nathaniel?" he called out softly, taking a seat next to his friend. Nate turned his head slowly and their gazes met. His eyes were red with a frozen helpless hopeless expression.
"How is Blair?" he asked quietly.
"Not really good, she needs some special surgery, right now she has an about 50% chance" Chuck forced the words through his mouth. "But she's strong. She'll make it" he added, reassuring himself more then Nate.
"She will" Nate agreed softly.
"Shall we go home?" Chuck suggested in about a minute.
"Don't you want to stay here for her?" Nat asked, surprised.
"Well, obviously I do, but they said the surgery will take at least 9 hours and all I will be able to do for her during it is praying. Which can successfully be done at home" Chuck said. He would definitely had never left the hospital, but he knew he had to take Nate home and take care of him, as he was actually the only person Nate had left.
"Let's go then" Nate agreed.
So, that's it for today! What do you think? I'm quite worried about the medical part, I am literally anything but a doctor. especially the 'hearing-people-in-coma' piece, but that's really important to my story and I've heard of things like this so I hope it's quite realistic. If not, well, I'm sorry!
Don't be shy, review!
Love, xoxo :*
Special thanks and a hug to my, so far only, reviewer LeftWriter224. You are amazing and I'm just sooo happy you liked the beginning of my story! Seriously want to know what you think of this new one :) Well, I'll try my best to separate the paragraphs, the thing is that I'm updating from my iPhone 'cause I'm not home now. (NY, btw :) and I'm really bad at the HTML etc. thing :(
Enjoy the piece!
He woke up still on the floor and immediately saw Cyrus' concerned face. It took him several seconds to realize where he was and why. The truth hit him and as he tried to catch his breath again, Cyrus called his name. He could barely hear what he was saying, fog of numbness covering him as a wave. Suddenly, he heard her name and tried to concentrate.
"Charles, Charles, can you hear me?" Cyrus asked again and again, trying to get his attention.
"Blair.." Chuck whispered. "You said something about Blair.." he managed.
"Charles, Blair is alive. Do you understand it? Perfectly alive" Cyrus said seriously, hoping Chuck would het his message.
"But, Nate said...?" Chuck asked weakly, not yet letting himself to believe Cyrus, suspecting that he was lying just to ease Chuck's pain. He knew he wouldn't be able to live through the news for the second time.
"No, no, she's unconscious, but yet absolutely alive. Do you want to go and see her?" Cyrus suggested, noticing hesitation in Chuck's eyes.
"Yes" he breathed out, struggling to get up. Cyrus helped him to his feet and led towards the door.
"You want a private moment, don't you?" he asked, stepping back.
"Thank you" Chuck said quietly, opening the door. He started to really believe that Blair was fine.
He opened the door and stepped inside the ward. There she was, on a huge hospital bed, her pale porcelain skin covered with horrible dark bruises, red scars and slightly bleeding cuts. Her head was on a pile of pillows, her eyes shut closed, her mouth and nose covered with an oxygen mask. Her arms, where not damaged by the car crash, covered with needles. Several huge machines surrounded her, working loudly, supporting her life. One of them made a typical beeping noise, repeating her heart beats. It was not the steady sound you usually hear in movies. It was weak and unsteady, her pulse jumping from 20 to 40, her heart skipping several beats here and there. Her uneven breathing was also audible, her chest moving up and down heavily as she struggled to breathe.
For the first several seconds overwhelming happiness was all he could feel. There she was, his beautiful girl, alive. She breathed, her heart was beating and that was enough for Chuck. But then, when the first moment of relief had passed and he made a small step towards her bed he noticed how sick and vulnerable she looked. He froze for a second, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths to calm himself down and sooth the horrible nauseous pain somewhere in his chest. The place felt like his heart. He knew he didn't have a right to be the weak one, he knew he had to be strong for her. Yet it took him at least five minutes to brace himself and dare to look at her again. He rushed to the chair next to her bed, afraid he would lose his balance and fell down again. His head was spinning. As he took a seat he casted a third glance at her. This time he managed to watch her for longer then a second. He slowly moved forwards and grabbed her left hand gently. He was excepting to feel her usual soft and warm skin, yet her palm was cold and sweaty.
"Blair" he breathed out, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
"Blair" he whispered, rubbing her hand lovingly and very gently in an attempt to warm her up.
"Blair" he repeated all over and over again, covering her arm and shoulder and neck and face with kisses, hard sobs coming from his chest. He was absorbed in his pain, in her pain, in their pain. He was so unaware of the outer world that he only noticed a nurse who had been trying to get his attention when she hit his shoulder quite painfully.
"Mr. Bass, I'm sorry to interrupt but we have some treatment to perform and it's impossible with you in the ward. You can come to see her again later" she said, gently leading Chuck out.
Once he was out he went straight to the nearest toilette, quickly skipping everyone in front of the door. He felt sick and broken and the last thing he wanted was their sympathetic words and meaningful looks. Luckily the toilette was empty and he rushed to the sink, reaching it right in time to throw up. The nausea went away as soon as his stomach was empty and he just sat there on his knees, sobbing, his face covered with both hands. What he hand just witnessed was more then shocking or heartbreaking. Seeing Blair hurt, damaged, in danger and in pain qnd not knowing how to help her was the hardest thing in his life. It was much, much worse than seeing his dead father. It turned him upside down, leaving a burning and aching hole in his chest. He could hardly breathe, sitting there, waiting for the pain to ease. At least she was there, alive, breathing. The fact that she was berating just as he was calmed him down somehow.
"Charles" he heard Cyrus' voice again. Shit! Just don't make the 'i-am-sorry-for-you-boy' show, please. Spit it out and go away. That was what he thought when he looked up unwillingly. Cyrus seemed to get the message.
"Just in case you want to join, her doctor is going to give us an update on her, they just got back several tests' results" Cyrus said quietly, giving Chuck a hand to help him up.
"Thank you" Chuck breathed out for the second time that day, making a mental note that Cyrus was actually tactful and caring.
"Charles, there is something I have to tell you before we leave this place" the older man said seriously, not letting Chuck's hand go.
"Yes?" he asked, nervous again. Could anything else be possibly wrong?
"Blair was not alone in the car today" he said. "Serena was with her" he stated.
"How is she?" Chuck asked immediately, and then he remembered Nate's sobs and the last words he had heard from him.
"No!" he gasped for air. "No, she couldn't have.." he was unable to finish the horrible sentence as his stomach knotted.
"They didn't manage to save her, the injuries were too bad" Cyrus whispered, hugging Chuck tightly, afraid he would fall down again.
The hug somehow helped Chuck. It felt nice and warm and reassuring. He swallowed, banning the thoughts from his mind. He would think about Serena later. Now he had to think about Blair.
Chuck and Cyrus exited the toilette silently, made their way to the doctor's office and joined Eleanor who was already talking to a middle-aged blonde man in glasses.
"Good afternoon, Mr Rose and Mr..." the doctor interrupted his speech to great the newly arrived.
"Bass. Charles Bass" Chuck introduced himself, shaking the doctor's hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mr Bass, I am Arthur Swan, Blair's doctor" he smiled politely. "And who are you to Blair? Because I believe that this particular conversation should be close family only" he said, the same polite smile on his face.
"He's her boyfriend, he's family and he has a right to know whatever it is" Cyrus said firmly, helping Chuck out.
"Fine" Mr Swan nodded. "Well, Miss Waldorf's condition remains critical. She has several very serious injuries including a bad spine one which needs immediate surgery. We were running tests to make sure the surgery was possible when we found out something you probably don't know because you didn't mention it. Apparently Miss Waldorf is 16 weeks pregnant" the doctor stated. All the three people gasped for air, Chuck was the first one two speak.
"Today is September 16th, right?" he asked in a barely audible whisper. The doctor nodded.
"Does this mean that the estimated conception date is May 16th?" he asked.
"Well, this may vary, but the date you named is the most probable" Mr Swan said.
"Oh my God..." was everything Chuck could manage. The news gave him the exact answer to why Blair had called out her engagement and wanted to see him. The Constance Alummi night they didn't use protection. The baby was his.
"Unfortunately the spine surgery Blair needs so much will be impossible if she is pregnant" the doctor went on. "The medications she needs will kill the fetus" he said, a sad smile on his face. "That means we have to perform an abortion first. Mrs Waldorf, I need you to sign this paper" he concluded, handing Eleanor a leaf.
"Are..are you sure it's impossible to keep the baby?" she chocked out.
"Unfortunately it is" was the doctor's response.
"Well, here you go then" she sighed, signing the paper.
"Thank you" Mr Swan nodded. "Mr Bass, may I talk to you privately, please?" he said, gesturing towards a door to a connected cabinet.
"Sure" Chuck muttered, still frozen with shock.
They entered another cabinet together and the doctor shut the door closed.
"Mr Bass, I wanted to discuss with you the case in which Blair survives the surgery" the doctor commenced the conversation.
"Is it improbable?" Chuck said in a cracked voice.
"Well, I'd say her chances are about 50%, which is quite a lot" he replied. "I didn't want to discuss this with her parents because they are having a hard time even without me and my medical theories"
"So?" Chuck invited him to continue, noticing to himself that the doctor was apparently very inattentive because he managed not to notice Chuck's complete shock and 'hard time' he himself was having. But at least the guy believed he was strong, so Chuck tried to sound calm.
"I am a specialist in the particular case of coma Blair is suffering from, and a recent survey showed that patients in her situation, even though they are unconscious, might hear people talking to them, especially people they cared about before their accident. They obviously cannot answer bit they still can understand. So I'd like you to try talking to her, encouraging and reassuring her. Fo you understand?" the doctor asked with a concerned look as Chuck's face was expressionless.
"Yes. Yes, I do" Chuck nodded. "I would do anything that might help her" he added. "Speaking of what I would do: I want you to know that I have money. Lots of money. So if there is any way I could help you personally, your staff or your hospital, don't hesitate to ask me. I would give anything and everything for the girl" he said.
"Thank you" the doctor smiled. "I'll keep it in mind" "Can I see her before the surgery?" Chuck asked, standing up.
"I'm sorry, but we need to start as soon as possible" the doctor shook his head.
"Okay" Chuck muttered before closing the door behind him. There was not anything left he could do for Blair, only pray and hope. Yet there still was his best friend Nate who had just lost the girl who was probably as important to him as Blair was to Chuck. That was the reason why Chuck headed towards the ward 001 again. He didn't make a mistake. There was Nate, still sitting on a bench, all alone now. Eleanor and Cyrus were gone home and so were Lily and Erick.
"Nathaniel?" he called out softly, taking a seat next to his friend. Nate turned his head slowly and their gazes met. His eyes were red with a frozen helpless hopeless expression.
"How is Blair?" he asked quietly.
"Not really good, she needs some special surgery, right now she has an about 50% chance" Chuck forced the words through his mouth. "But she's strong. She'll make it" he added, reassuring himself more then Nate.
"She will" Nate agreed softly.
"Shall we go home?" Chuck suggested in about a minute.
"Don't you want to stay here for her?" Nat asked, surprised.
"Well, obviously I do, but they said the surgery will take at least 9 hours and all I will be able to do for her during it is praying. Which can successfully be done at home" Chuck said. He would definitely had never left the hospital, but he knew he had to take Nate home and take care of him, as he was actually the only person Nate had left.
"Let's go then" Nate agreed.
So, that's it for today! What do you think? I'm quite worried about the medical part, I am literally anything but a doctor. especially the 'hearing-people-in-coma' piece, but that's really important to my story and I've heard of things like this so I hope it's quite realistic. If not, well, I'm sorry!
Don't be shy, review!
Love, xoxo :*