Forever Begins Now; Chapter Two
She was lying on the elevator floor in a pool of blood.
Before he knew what he was doing, Chuck kneeled down so that he could pick her up.
“What the hell are you talking-,” Nate stopped when he saw Chuck step out of the elevator with Blair in his arms. He quickly grabbed his cell phone and dialed 911.
Chuck softly laid Blair down on the sofa.
Nate hung up the phone. “They said they’ll be here soon.” He looked back and forth from a concerned Chuck to an unconscious Blair, and smiled. Nate knew it wasn’t the time for it, but he realized that the two were perfect for each other. Always scheming with one another, the pair always got their way with the people they schemed against. But they always cared for their friends; Nate and Serena. They had hearts, and were good people, but only ever showed it to a few friends.
Blair’s blood had gotten all over the front of Chuck’s shirt, but Chuck didn’t care; he was just praying that Blair would be all right.
--
The paramedics arrived a little less then 10 minutes later. They put Blair on a stretcher and headed for the elevator.
One of the EMTs told Chuck and Nate that they could ride in the ambulance with them, and the two had, of course, accepted.
--
“Mr. Bass, Mr. Archibald?”
Nate and Chuck looked up at the doctor, and stood up.
“Ms. Waldorf will be just fine. She lost a lot of blood, and we lost her for a few seconds, but luckily, we were able to bring her back.”
The two sighed, relieved.
“I have one question, though,” the doctor asked. “Who’s the father?”
Nate laughed, as did Chuck. “Look,” Nate began, “I know we can pass as college kids, but I don’t think we look that old. I mean, we’re the same age as Blair-.”
The doctor interrupted him. “Oh, no, I don’t mean Ms. Waldorf; I mean the baby,” she inquired.
Chuck froze, and Nate was completely dumbfounded.
“Excuse me?” Chuck asked.
“You two don’t know?” the doctor questioned the two teenagers.
“Know what?” Nate was confused more then ever now.
“Ms. Waldorf’s pregnant.”
Nate almost choked on the water he was drinking, and Chuck’s eyes widened.
“That’s impossible,” Chuck informed the doctor, “I mean she had a pregnancy scare a few months ago, but she told everyone she wasn’t. Even her best friend, who I know believed it was the truth; I mean Serena – our friend – is a terrible liar.”
Nate nodded in agreement. “Yeah, he’s right. We would’ve known if she was lying.”
“Did this pregnancy scare happen about 4 months ago?”
“Yes, it did…Where are you going with this?” Chuck’s voice was filled with worry, concern, and confusion.
“As I’ve said before, you’re friend’s pregnant. But I regret to inform you she has a condition called placenta previa.”
Chuck recognized that name. His mother had it; it’s what killed her; it’s the reason why his father hated him – he just knew it. The doctor was still speaking, but he interrupted. “Can we see her now?”
“Yes, but she’s still unconscious-.”
“What room?”
“Room no. 744.”
Chuck walked away, and Nate followed.
--
They stepped into the hospital room to find, what the doctor told them they would find; an unconscious Blair Waldorf.
They each took a seat on opposite sides of the bed, and Nate decided to turn on the TV.
“Really, Nate?”
“What?” Nate said innocently. “She’s probably not gonna be up for a while. So might as well keep ourselves entertained.” He flipped through the channels until he found what he was looking for: ESPN.
--
Her eyes felt heavy, and as hard as she tried to open them, she couldn’t.
She heard two voices coming from somewhere near her.
“Chuck & Nate?” Blair asked herself in her mind.
The last thing she remembered was heading up in the elevator to her penthouse, but then…then, she blacked out after she saw the blood – her blood. She then had felt dizzy, and…fainted? That must be it, she told herself, no wonder it reeks like a hospital. They must’ve taken me here, or called 911. Yes, that’s it.
She stirred a little bit, and finally, was able to open her eyes.
The two boys hadn’t noticed she had woken up, and she stayed silent, wanting to know what they were talking about.
--
“I just…I can’t believe Blair didn’t tell us, man,” Nate started out, but Chuck cut him off.
“Probably because everyone was putting her down.” Chuck felt guilty. The look on Blair’s face after he had finished his speech; she had looked so hurt; but he didn’t want to be her last priority – he wanted to be her first.
Nate nodded. “Yeah, I feel kinda guilty, man, you know? That we were her closest friends – I mean, you, me, Serena, and Blair have been friends like, forever – and I told her I didn’t want anything to do with her…” He looked down at his lap, and sighed. “But…if you love her, man, if you really, really love her…I want you two to be together.”
Chuck looked at him. “You really mean it?”
“Yeah, I mean, I knew there was a reason why Blair was always happy and smiling and less uptight, and now I know…it was you.”
The two smiled at each other. “Thank you, Nathaniel.”
Nate was about to reply when a voice from the bed said, “ESPN, really?’
Chuck and Nate turned to look at her. “Blair?”
A/N: Tada! There ya go! I promise to update sooner next time, ahaha. That goes for all my other fics too. ;P
Hope you liked it! Reviews are loved!
She was lying on the elevator floor in a pool of blood.
Before he knew what he was doing, Chuck kneeled down so that he could pick her up.
“What the hell are you talking-,” Nate stopped when he saw Chuck step out of the elevator with Blair in his arms. He quickly grabbed his cell phone and dialed 911.
Chuck softly laid Blair down on the sofa.
Nate hung up the phone. “They said they’ll be here soon.” He looked back and forth from a concerned Chuck to an unconscious Blair, and smiled. Nate knew it wasn’t the time for it, but he realized that the two were perfect for each other. Always scheming with one another, the pair always got their way with the people they schemed against. But they always cared for their friends; Nate and Serena. They had hearts, and were good people, but only ever showed it to a few friends.
Blair’s blood had gotten all over the front of Chuck’s shirt, but Chuck didn’t care; he was just praying that Blair would be all right.
--
The paramedics arrived a little less then 10 minutes later. They put Blair on a stretcher and headed for the elevator.
One of the EMTs told Chuck and Nate that they could ride in the ambulance with them, and the two had, of course, accepted.
--
“Mr. Bass, Mr. Archibald?”
Nate and Chuck looked up at the doctor, and stood up.
“Ms. Waldorf will be just fine. She lost a lot of blood, and we lost her for a few seconds, but luckily, we were able to bring her back.”
The two sighed, relieved.
“I have one question, though,” the doctor asked. “Who’s the father?”
Nate laughed, as did Chuck. “Look,” Nate began, “I know we can pass as college kids, but I don’t think we look that old. I mean, we’re the same age as Blair-.”
The doctor interrupted him. “Oh, no, I don’t mean Ms. Waldorf; I mean the baby,” she inquired.
Chuck froze, and Nate was completely dumbfounded.
“Excuse me?” Chuck asked.
“You two don’t know?” the doctor questioned the two teenagers.
“Know what?” Nate was confused more then ever now.
“Ms. Waldorf’s pregnant.”
Nate almost choked on the water he was drinking, and Chuck’s eyes widened.
“That’s impossible,” Chuck informed the doctor, “I mean she had a pregnancy scare a few months ago, but she told everyone she wasn’t. Even her best friend, who I know believed it was the truth; I mean Serena – our friend – is a terrible liar.”
Nate nodded in agreement. “Yeah, he’s right. We would’ve known if she was lying.”
“Did this pregnancy scare happen about 4 months ago?”
“Yes, it did…Where are you going with this?” Chuck’s voice was filled with worry, concern, and confusion.
“As I’ve said before, you’re friend’s pregnant. But I regret to inform you she has a condition called placenta previa.”
Chuck recognized that name. His mother had it; it’s what killed her; it’s the reason why his father hated him – he just knew it. The doctor was still speaking, but he interrupted. “Can we see her now?”
“Yes, but she’s still unconscious-.”
“What room?”
“Room no. 744.”
Chuck walked away, and Nate followed.
--
They stepped into the hospital room to find, what the doctor told them they would find; an unconscious Blair Waldorf.
They each took a seat on opposite sides of the bed, and Nate decided to turn on the TV.
“Really, Nate?”
“What?” Nate said innocently. “She’s probably not gonna be up for a while. So might as well keep ourselves entertained.” He flipped through the channels until he found what he was looking for: ESPN.
--
Her eyes felt heavy, and as hard as she tried to open them, she couldn’t.
She heard two voices coming from somewhere near her.
“Chuck & Nate?” Blair asked herself in her mind.
The last thing she remembered was heading up in the elevator to her penthouse, but then…then, she blacked out after she saw the blood – her blood. She then had felt dizzy, and…fainted? That must be it, she told herself, no wonder it reeks like a hospital. They must’ve taken me here, or called 911. Yes, that’s it.
She stirred a little bit, and finally, was able to open her eyes.
The two boys hadn’t noticed she had woken up, and she stayed silent, wanting to know what they were talking about.
--
“I just…I can’t believe Blair didn’t tell us, man,” Nate started out, but Chuck cut him off.
“Probably because everyone was putting her down.” Chuck felt guilty. The look on Blair’s face after he had finished his speech; she had looked so hurt; but he didn’t want to be her last priority – he wanted to be her first.
Nate nodded. “Yeah, I feel kinda guilty, man, you know? That we were her closest friends – I mean, you, me, Serena, and Blair have been friends like, forever – and I told her I didn’t want anything to do with her…” He looked down at his lap, and sighed. “But…if you love her, man, if you really, really love her…I want you two to be together.”
Chuck looked at him. “You really mean it?”
“Yeah, I mean, I knew there was a reason why Blair was always happy and smiling and less uptight, and now I know…it was you.”
The two smiled at each other. “Thank you, Nathaniel.”
Nate was about to reply when a voice from the bed said, “ESPN, really?’
Chuck and Nate turned to look at her. “Blair?”
A/N: Tada! There ya go! I promise to update sooner next time, ahaha. That goes for all my other fics too. ;P
Hope you liked it! Reviews are loved!
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