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"Shit, I'm late" was the first though in Chuck's head when he woke up the following morning. It was 9:54 am already and all his morning plans were ruined. He had planned to go and see Blair before starting his business day. The second though that came to his mind was more of a question. "Why didn't Nate wake me up?" he though, because Nate had always been an early bird and would always awaken Chuck when he overslept.

Cursing everyone and everything around Chuck got up and reached for his phone. 10 missed calls from his numerous business colleagues didn't brighten his mood and a perspective of letting Nate down by skipping their breakfast was sickening. He knew he was supposed to be there for his dear Nathaniel, and he tried his best to, but Blair and Charles place had taken all his forces the day before and he, to his shame, hadn't even talked to his best friend because when he had finally gotten home Nate had been already asleep.

Chuck brushed his teeth and got dressed as fast as he could. His next very important meeting was at 12 o'clock and Chuck hoped to have his hour with Blair before that time. He quickly exited his bedroom, preparing mentally to refuse to have a pancake with Nate. To his surprise the living room was empty. He looked around and didn't see any traces of Nate's presence.

"Nathaniel?" he called out, but the penthouse stayed silent. With a heavy heart Chuck hurried to Nate's bedroom and knocked at his door. He waited for several seconds but didn't get any response, so he pushed the door and entered the room.

"Nathaniel, it's wake-up time!" he said as he realized that Nate was sleeping.
"Nathaniel!" he repeated as Nate didn't move.
"Nate, Nate, wake up!" Chuck was starting to get concerned. He approached the bed and suddenly saw an open box of sleeping pills on Nate's night table.
"Nate!" he cried in horror as his mind refused to imagine what Nate might have done. "Nate, man, please, you didn't...! Nate!" he shook his shoulder, trying to wake him up. Remembering first-aid lessons in school Chuck slapped Nate's face and the trick worked.
"Chuck, what the hell..?" Nate mumbled sleepily, blinking, opening his eyes finally.
"God" Chuck signed in relief as he heard Nate's voice, but than the fear and anger won over sympathy and he started yelling. "What the hell?" he repeated in a high voice. "That's me who should ask what the hell this is!" he shook the pill box in front of Nate's face. "What were you thinking?" he shouted in frustration.
"Chuck, calm down" Nate said tiredly. "That's not what you think.." he started but was interrupted by enraged Chuck.
"Oh really? Then tell me what that is!" he yelled at Nate.
"Open the box and see yourself" Nate suggested, realizing that arguing was pointless.
"Fine" Chuck spitted out and opened the box to find out that only two pills were missing. "Two pills. Oh.." he signed half-relieved, half-ashamed, understanding his mistake.
"I couldn't get asleep, that's it" Nate pointed out.
"Sorry, Nathaniel, I misunderstood" he put the box back on the table.
"Don't worry" Nate faked a smile. "If you don't have anything else, I'd better go back to sleep" he collapsed on his pillows.
"But it's 10 o'clock in the morning!" Chuck objected. "Don't you want to go have breakfast?" he suggested.
"Not really" Nate said, not even trying to fake a smile anymore.
"Fine, see you later" Chuck sighed and headed towards the door.

Chuck entered the familiar ward. He looked around and though that he had to get something to decorate the room so that Blair wouldn't have to stare at the blank white walls once she was awake. He took a deep calming breath and casted a glance at the love of his life. She looked exactly like the day before. Pale and vulnerable, yet beautiful. Nothing could spoil Blair, and no matter how sick she looked she still was the most beautiful woman in the world for him. Chuck subconsciously had expected her to look a little bit better so the absence of changes disappointed him.

"Good morning, beautiful" he breathed out, taking a sit on a chair by her side.
"How are you today, baby?" he continued, taking her right hand. "Perhaps I'm fooling myself, but your hand feels warmer today. It's good, isn't it?" he smiled slightly, rubbing her hand to make it even warmer. "You know, Blair, I've just realized that I have know idea how to solve my own problems" he confessed, looking away for a second. "I mean, I'm quite good at helping out you or Nathaniel.." he hesitated for a moment, but then went on, "...or Serena. I used to help her when you weren't available" he sighed. "Anyway, I've never even tried to handle my problems. Nate had always been there. And you" his voice broke. "Blair, you have no idea how much I owe you. Thank you" he whispered. "Thank you for never giving up on me. Thank you. I never thanked you for that night after Bart's funeral, when you saved me.." his whisper was now barely audible. "You changed me that day" he added a little bit louder, bracing himself. "I now see how dependent I am. I have no idea what to do with Nate. If I could only talk to you, you would fine a way out, I know. I acted like a tactless moron this morning. I couldn't wake him up and I found a box of sleeping pills on his night table, so I though.. Well, you know. And I was stupid enough to let him notice that. A perfect way to help him handle everything is showing him I think he might be suicidal" Chuck ran his free hand through his hair. "And I honestly don't know what to do with you" he half-smirked half-sighed. "They say talking to you might help you, but I just can't think of anything right to say. I've been here for half an hour already and the only thing I've done so far is complaining" he closed his eyes to think of something good to say. "You know, Blair, you are beautiful" he started with a small smile. "You've always been beautiful, since you were born probably. I don't know, I haven't seen you then. But I remember the first time I saw you. We were five, it was some kind of our social debut, Bart organized that "party", remember?" Chuck smiled again. "You were with Serena, of course you were. You wore a beautiful lace dress, like the one you had that night at Victorola. And you had your brown curls. The most charming hairstyle I've ever seen" he caressed her head gently with his free hand and started to play with her tender curls. "You hair is a mess, I have to say. But it's a beautiful mess. When we have children, I want the girl to be your exact copy. Your hair, your nose, your eyes, your cheeks.. But my smile. I have a handsome smile, don't I?" he chuckled. "Okay, I'm probably running out of time. I don't know why, but says I shouldn't stay here for too long. So, baby, please behave yourself. Get better while I'm gone. I need your hand even warmer when I come to see you tomorrow, okay?" he said, raising to his feet. "I love you" he stated before kissing her lips quickly.

Chuck exited the ward and plopped into the same chair he had sat on the day before, closing his eyes. He felt lonely. Too lonely. Seeing Blair was very hard. It reminded him that he was all alone to fight his numerous problems, and he literally hated the fact that she didn't look better. He needed her to get better soon, he knew he wouldn't stand her like that for long.

"Charles, how are you?" he heard a familiar voice and felt a hand on top of his. He opened his eyes and saw Cyrus. The man was looking at him with concur and something you could define like will to help.
"Could be better" Chuck said honestly, feeling like Cyrus wasn't someone he needed to fool. "How are you and Eleanor?" Chuck decided to be polite.
"We're holding" Cyrus smiled. "We've just seen Dr. Swan, he says she's stable now. No immediate risks. It's progress" he tried to sound reassuring, but failed.
"Yes, it is" Chuck agreed, the same pseudo-confidence in his voice.
"We need to wait now" Cyrus stated. "And if you ever feel like you would use a company while waiting, you are always very welcome" he said simply, knowing Chuck would understand.
"Thank you" Chuck nodded and that nod was enough to make Cyrus believe Chuck would really come at some point.

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