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Chuck had been standing in front of Nate's room's door for at least five minutes already. He knew Nate was in desperate need of comfort, remembering how he himself felt the night of Bart's funeral. He understood very clearly that being alone wasn't the best option for Nate at that point and he felt horrible for having no idea how to help his best friend. Chuck Bass had always been the trouble maker, not solver. Deciding all his thinking was just a waste of time Chuck raised his fist and knocked at the door lightly.

"'S open" a grunted voice answered and Chuck pushed the door. Nate was sitting on his bed, staring at one point on the opposite wall, not bothering to look up at Chuck.
"Nathaniel" called him Chuck softly, trying to get his attention.
"Whatever it is, just spit it out and go" Nate replied indifferently, his eyes still on the wall.
"You need to talk, man" signed Chuck heavily, moving forwards and blocking Nate's spot on the wall. Nate's eyes flickered and his gaze moved slightly to the left.
"Fine. How are you?" answered Nate in an emotionless voice.
"I've been to Blair. She's doing better, by the way" replied Chuck with a small smile. "I've talked to the doctors and they said that even though it's a bit too early for those kind of statements, they hope to have her conscious again quite soon. I mean, they say that she isn't in a life-threatening condition any more.." Chuck's smile faded away as Nate responded.
"Perfect" he snapped with a note of annoyance in his voice. "Anything else?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. How are you?" he asked, deciding to push.
"Chuck, leave me alone, please"' Nate kept looking away from his best friend.
"You can't keep it all down, Nate, really. Believe me" tried Chuck. "It'll get easier eventually, but only if you let it out.." he kept talking as Nate didn't respond.
"Chuck, please, go away" interrupted Nate, looking up at his friend wearily.
"You need help, Nathaniel. And I'm here for you" Chuck stated firmly, meeting Nate's gaze finally. The dark emptiness of Nate's usually bright and happy eyes shocked him, yet he braced himself and didn't break the eye contact.
"And I don't need your help" Nate sounded just as firm as Chuck. "I have something better" he reached for a glass of whisky that was standing on his bedside table.
"No way" Chuck caught his hand. "That's not you, Nate, please" he tried his best to hide the panic he felt, but apparently he failed.
"Frightened, are you?" Nate suddenly started laughing in a strange, cracked way. "Don't worry, baby" their gazes met again all Chuck could see in his best friend's eyes was desperation.
"Nate..!" Chuck wasn't given a chance to continue.
"Don't worry, it'll soon be over, you won't have to babysit me much longer" Nate started laughing again.
"Nate, don't..! She wouldn't want you to.." Chuck knew he had made a mistake the second the words were out.
"Don't you dare mentioning her!" Now there was something else in Nate's eyes. Anger. "You have no damn idea!" he yelled, raising to his feet instantly. "You've never noticed her. You've always preferred Blair" he spitted out.
Chuck remained silent, visibly taken aback by Nate's last statement.
"And even now, the day we buried Serena, you go smiling around because Blair is getting better!" Nate kept yelling, pacing around the room as Chuck stood frozen and speechless.
"Nate, I get it you're upset but would you.." Chuck's temper started raising too. He knew Nate wasn't aware of what he was saying, yet the way he mentioned Blair disturbed Chuck.
"No, you don't, Chuck! Imagine your Blair is dead. White, motionless and dead. What would you feel? I nearly want her to die so that you stop acting as if you understand me!" Nate blurted out furiously.
"Are. You. Crazy?" Chuck chocked out, paralyzed by Nate's words.
"No, I'm not! I meant it" Nate hit harder, burning bridges completely.
"Than stay the hell away from Blair. And me!" Chuck spitted out before storming off and slamming the door angrily behind himself.

As Chuck ran his hand through his hear he noticed that it was shanking violently. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Couldn't believe that Nate, his Nate, had said those words. They hurt so badly he had a strong desire to go and fight with Nate. Punch him, hit him, hurt him. Physically. Yet, at the same time, Chuck felt horrible for Nate. He knew him and knew that in the right state of mind Nate would have never said such a thing. The way he had acted meant that he was completely out of control. And now there was literally no one to help him out. Chuck himself was definitely not returning to the room and apart from him there wasn't anyone else who would bother enough to come up.

The following morning Chuck was awakened by a phone call. He groaned as he heard his phone ringing, and, fighting off the though of just ignoring it, reached for the cell. The Caller ID made his stomach knot instantly. "New York Medical Center" it said.
"Hello?" he asked anxiously, trying not to think of the horrible scenarios he knew.
"Good morning, Mr Bass, my name is Carol, I work at the New York Medical Center. You've asked to provide you with any news on Miss Waldorf's condition instantly.." said the nurse.
"Yes, so..?" he hated her slow approach, it made him think something was very wrong.
"She's apparently having a mild case of postoperative fever, she's being examined now and the diagnosis will be probably set soon" stated Carol.
"Can it be serious?" chocked out Chuck, feeling his insides turn upside down.
"Yes" was the nurse's monosyllable response.
"Thanks for calling, I'm coming to the hospital" he managed before hanging up.

Twenty minutes later he was already in the hospital, talking to the doctor.
"Postoperative fevers appear in 40 to 50 percent of such conditions as Miss Waldorf's and it's highly possible that this one isn't dangerous, yet we have to be careful just in case. We're running several tests right now and I hope we will be able to set the diagnosis in a couple of hours. Someone from the reception will call you then" said Dr. Swan seriously, slightly smiling at the very concerned young man in front of him.
"Thank you" nodded Chuck. "Can I see her?" he asked nervously.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think so. The cause of the fever might be an infection and visitors are not allowed to the infectious patients" the doctor smiled sadly, actually sorry to disappoint Chuck. "I'm sorry" he repeated.
"That's all right, thanks" he nodded again, and started to walk away.
"Mr. Bass, wait! You can see her, through the glass door. You're just not allowed to walk in. I'll ask the nurse to open the curtain" cried Dr. Swan, stopping Chuck halfway through the hall way.
"Thank you" said Chuck for the third time, managing a grateful smile.

With his heart pounding, Chuck glanced through the glass door. Even though he knew she would look worse than she did the day before, the reality shocked him. There she was, his poor little girl, now completely covered with IV needles, an oxygen mask pressed against her face again. He hated it, how her delicate appearence was violated not only by awful accident scars, scratches and wounds but also by all the medical equipement pluggend in her. The fact that she was having what had called a 'postoperative fever' was quite obvious to Chuck - her cheeks had an unhealthy, intense blush and he could even notice drops of sweat on her forehead. He suddenly realized it was the first time he saw her ill. Queen B would never let anyone apart from Serena see her not perfectly dressed and without any make-up done (Serena's name made a painful twist in his head before he forced himself to think about Blair again).
"Baby, get better please, please, please, please..." he pleaded in whisper, pressing his forehead against the cold glass.

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