A/N: Well, it’s been awhile, I know…and it’ll probably take me a few days to actually get this chapter written up, because there’s a lot più involved than the last chapter. That, and the fact that I’ve been taking a few days to write up all my chapters/oneshots, whatever. Heh. I used to think that I had to write everything at once o it wouldn’t sound good, but that’s not necessarily true. *ponders* Well, anyways…I have been staying away from the forums, threads, etc. just because everyone seems to be in freak mode (over CV/NB) o just not talking period and it’s ridiculous. With this epilepsy I’ve been diagnosed with, stress is something I need to tone down on…and GG spoiler talk ironically enough seems to be the fonte of the majority of my stress…piled on with everything else. It’s one of those things I can control the stress level on, ya know? Cause GG is just a tv show, just fiction, and I can control if I watch it, if I talk to people about it, if I write about it….what not. Anyways! I know te don’t care and te just want to read the successivo chapter because it’s been too long since I’ve updated this supremely awesome story. XD lol….so, with that said, so what if I’m jealous…(and isn’t that titolo ironic for where we are in the mostra right now XD)…
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Ch.18—Guilty Mirage
BEEP.
BEEP.
BEEP.
The high-pitched neutralized beeping sound drained in and out of Jenny’s ears. She dragged one of her arms out from under the hospital blanket, inhaling and exhaling deeply. She was slowly waking up.
Feeling came back into her arms and legs as she realized where she was and who she was with. The hospital letto was no doubt stiffer than what was provided for her at home, but…at least she was sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza and away from the confines of that unexpected traffic accident.
There was an awkward uncomfortable sense of awareness that came to her when she flitted her eyes open. Someone was leaning over her, for God knows how long…probably waiting for her to wake up.
She gasped.
Then, her eyebrows furrowed together.
“Nate?” she choked out.
“Shh,” he whispered, gently brushing the blonde bangs away from her eyes. He turned to Rufus to inform him of his daughter’s re-acquaintance with the world at large, but the older man had dozed off on the cushioned chair in the corner of the room. And with good reason too. The clock hanging against the bacheca showed a bright 9 AM ticking solid. They had been in the hospital with the little Humphrey for a little over five hours. It had been just about 4:01 when the phone had rung, informing them that Little J was in the hospital after the collision of two unsuspecting drivers, one of which was her taxi driver. Rufus had thought the idea was impossible and that she was indeed sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza and sleeping in her bed. The two boys had nearly rolled their eyes at him, but Dan went to check on her just for the sake of argument…sure enough, not only was her letto empty but the window had been left open in her stead. It was not until several hours later that Dan bothered to call Blair Waldorf, to see if she had anything to do with Jenny’s sudden departure.
He did not bother to pay attention to the gruff voice of a man in the background…or the young Waldorf’s panicked breathing. All he was concerned for was his sister’s safety.
Jenny looked around the room, spying her father in the corner and recognizing finally Nate looming over her. She felt cords draped and stuck all over her, and heard the constant beeping of the cuore monitor beside her. The mountains of pillows beneath her head kept her from trying too hard to get out of this resting zone, and the blankets covered her to a solid degree.
“W-what time is it?” she asked, her voice hoarse, trying to make herself okay with Nate’s constant comfort methods (touch and smile).
“Uh…” he glanced at the clock just above her head, “9:06,” he smiled down at her.
Her eyes panicked. “Oh my god! I’m gonna be late for—”
“No. Don’t worry about school,” he said, before she could finish. And maybe it was just her, but she thought she heard a brief chuckle in there.
Her eyes narrowed. “You think this is funny?”
“What? No! God, no. I just,” he sighed, “I’m sorry.”
She seemed to relax. “It’s…fine,” she said, trying to accept how hard he was trying. She kept trying to look away from him, but his gaze seemed pinned to her.
He took a sede, sedile successivo to her, and finally looked away, fiddling with his hands. “You gave us quite a scare, te know,” he said.
She sighed, “Yeah, I know,” she let out, fiddling with her own hands.
He looked towards her again, and seemed unable to avoid his cucciolo dog eyes. It was silent for another moment o so. Neither knowing really what they were supposed to say o how they were even going to attempt to say it.
“Where’s Dan?” she finally asked.
He was mid-sigh when she detto it, and could not help the small smile that escaped him. “He went to get coffee, but that was awhile fa and—”
CRASH!
Rufus’ eyes suddenly flashed open at the noise. Nate turned towards the door, and Jenny sat up ever so slightly in her bed. All that could really be heard was the sound of a bunch of cups and saucers clashing together, along with the sound of Dan Humphrey apologizing repeatedly to the irritated nurse.
“What’s wrong? What is it?” Rufus asked, standing up.
Nate laughed briefly, and then cleared his throat. “It’s nothing, Mr. Humphrey. Your son’s just making a fool of himself again.”
“Huh?” he asked, confused, but then all realization came on headlong when Nate gestured towards the hallway. “Oh, I see.”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah,” he shook his head, and directed his gaze back to a dazed Jenny who was trying to suppress laughter.
He smirked.
“Dan?” she called out.
“What? She’s up?” the older Humphrey child asked, accidentally dropping a few dishes he was supposedly helping to pick up. “Oh ma’am, I’m really sorry….I…oh jeez,” he bit his lip, honestly wondering which way was better to go…picking up dishes o leaving them to the frustrated woman. He decided on the latter and rushed into his sister’s hospital room. Nate had moved away da this time, as Rufus also noticed his daughter being awake and briefly lectured the blonde boy for not making him aware sooner.
A moment o so later, the nurse then entered the room, choosing to look at everyone but the awkward 17 anno old Dan Humphrey. Her hair was a bit frazzled, and nearly all the coffee cups had been drained of their substance, but she chose to ignore that fact and simply pressed a button on the control sitting in her pocket. This would notify some of the other nurses to get più coffee to this room as soon as possible.
“Jennifer…Humphrey?” the woman asked, tucking a stray fragola blonde strand of hair behind her ear.
“It’s Jenny, actually,” the blonde in letto detto timidly.
The woman exhaled. “Jenny, then.”
She nodded.
“The doctor will be in to see te shortly, now that you’re awake. I have brought coffee,” she glared at Dan momentarily, who turned to look at Nate and his father with an intensified innocence, “and…water, both of which will be refilled to your convenience. Is there anything else te need?”
She shook her head. “No, thank-you.”
The woman nodded. “Very well. Let me know if there is,” she said, glaring at Dan once more, before exiting the room and continuing on to the other patients.
Nate, Rufus and Jenny all turned their attention to Dan. “What?” he asked, feeling the red swell up in his face. “I was just trying to help,” he huffed.
Rufus shook his head at his son. “Would te two mind if I had a moment alone with my daughter?”
“Daddy…” she almost begged.
He turned his head to her, and squeezed her hand, looking deep into her eyes. She saw the understanding and the need he expressed there, and detto no more. Looking back up to the teenage boys, he saw their understanding as well and smiled tenderly as they grabbed their things and left the room. Dan was careful to avoid the aggravated nurse on their way out.
“Jenny,” he said, drawing her attention back to him from where it was at the closed door. She sighed.
“I know what you’re going to say,” she said, playing delicately with the covers on her bed.
He crossed his arms in mock fashion. “Oh, do te now? Why don’t te enlighten me then?” he prompted.
She scoffed briefly. “You’re going to tell me that I should have told te what was going on, that I shouldn’t have just left and that even if it was about a boy, I shouldn’t have thought that I couldn’t tell you.” Her eyes, pinned to the letto currently, finally lifted up. Now, she was starting to feel guilty. There were tears in his eyes.
“I just don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, grasping for the right words. “You’re my baby,” he said, placing a warm hand against the side of her face to which she leaned into, closing her eyes briefly.
“I’m not your baby, dad,” she sighed.
He gulped, forcing the tears to stay where they were. “Yes, yes te are.” Her eyes flashed open. “You are the youngest, and you’re mine. That makes te my baby.”
She chuckled softly. “Oh dad, I’m sorry,” she whimpered, and it was all the ammunition he needed to hold her in his arms. Her face became Lost in his warm neck.
“I want te to tell me what happened last night, and why on earth te couldn’t come to me about it,” he said, and she didn’t know if she had ever heard him sound più broken.
She sighed, allowing the tears to find their way through her voice. “I—I will, dad. Just…”
“Later?” they asked in unison, followed da some short, quiet laughter.
“Yes,” she nodded, sniffling a bit more.
“Okay,” he sighed, brushing a few più blonde strands away from her face and baciare her forehead. “I can wait…till later.” He smiled softly, and held her to him.
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Across the hallway, in a very similar room, dwelt an older man.
Quite older than the blonde victim he so happened to collide with five hours previous.
He was uncertain as to where the taxi driver had ended up in that multi-layered hospital building, but he was not planning on finding out. He had to get out of there.
He should’ve escaped much sooner, but he couldn’t move. And he was sleeping. He felt a cast wrapped tightly around his right leg and a bruising pain emanating from his left cheek. His ribs were sore too and he’d be lying if he detto his throat wasn’t course and numb. However, physical ailments and injury were never something to take precedence before. This time was no exception.
His breaths were short and hard. It probably wasn’t in his best interest to try and unhook himself from the oxygen. He only had a matter of time before the nurses would come in to check on him. But it was also only a matter of time before the nurses and doctors discovered who he really was. It had been over five hours; he was surprised they hadn’t burst in on him already.
He choked; spit welling up and out of his tauntingly pursed lips. But only just.
God, save me.
He had to get out, and soon. If he didn’t…he was better off dead.
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“Move,” he urged her, and the bruised brunette inched inoltrare, avanti stiffly. “Remember what I said,” he breathed gruffly against her neck, “Make it look real.”
She scoffed. “Well, I would, if te hadn’t bought the absolute cheapest concealor o foundation o whatever te claim it is, and from Brooklyn I’m sure,” she muttered under her breath. In truth, she wasn’t muttering that quietly, but he was too busy making himself known through winks and smirks to the young nurses they passed while going from nurse station to nurse station.
“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes. “So much for making it real,” she crossed her arms.
But this time he noticed. Of course.
He draped an arm around her shoulders, letting it slip down around her waist. His grip tightened. “Remember this morning?” he whispered hotly against her ear, and that caused her to halt.
“Please, no,” she cringed. She bit her lip and forced the tears to stay in her Cioccolato eyes.
“Remember,” he demanded, allowing his hands to drift further up the front of her body.
Her eyes widened and then tightened in an instant. Make it look real. Make it look real. His words rang through her head. And it was hardly her imagination that the room began to spin.
“I…I…”
“Woman!” he whispered harshly.
“I’m spinning!” she cried, but made sure to keep her voice low. He had pushed her against a bacheca hidden just beyond the elevators. She didn’t know where her confidence had gone, and she never entirely realized where it had come from to begin with….but she was frightened now. So entirely frightened. Scared for her life.
And in a hospital of all places.
She gulped, forcing the memory from earlier that morning when she closed her eyes.
…
“We’re going to the hospital,” he announced, and she thought he had gone mad.
“You can’t be serious,” she said.
He snickered. “I can be many things, Miss Waldorf, and yes, at the moment, serious is one of them.” He paced in front of her, pausing only for a moment to snatch the phone back out of her shoulder’s grasp and force it into his pocket again.
“You are ridiculous,” she huffed, refusing to look at him.
He leaned in close to her. “Oppose to your other kidnappers, Miss Waldorf?” He placed a hand high up on her left thigh and grasped tightly. She wanted to free herself, but she couldn’t sposta in the way he had strapped her to the chair.
He ripped the tape off of her mouth in a quick fashion and forced his tongue down her throat, then placed the tape back across her face, before she could say anything o even back away.
He walked away from her and paced on the opposite end of the room. “I was listening in on your conversation with Mr. Dan Humphrey. My partner, Mr. Wyler, was indeed the one who unintentionally instigated that traffic accident. We are going to go to the hospital to visit him, and if he has not done so already, we are going to help him escape. te will pose as my girlfriend, and if Kevin is there with Chuck, which it is very possible he will be, since he possesses the other cell phones and I am sensing their partnership as of recente circumstances, and if he comes to you, it is absolutely necessary that te claim to infidelity with me and leave him forever.”
He could not orso to look at her throughout his extensive speech. She was near tears and confusion so many times that it was too painful to hardly think about in his own mind, let alone how she personally was feeling through all this. He could not entirely remember how he discovered all this knowledge regarding Chuck and his own brother, but the schemes had come to him throughout the night. He had always had to memorize his victims—err—client’s files in the past and this one would be no different. He forced himself to see Blair Waldorf as an object now, o perhaps even a whore. It was how he escaped his emotions.
“If te obey these orders, Miss Waldorf, if te do as I say at all costs, I promise to save your life. I promise I will not harm him either, this…Chuck Bass.”
She blinked at him then, and nodded…ever so subtly.
….
“Blair!” he whispered, harshly. “Blair,” he spoke, this time più gently.
Her eyes opened, and a tear dripped down the side of her face. He wiped aside and carefully applied just a bit più of his messy makeup. “Well?” he asked.
“I remember,” she nodded.
He opened his hand to her and unclenched his grasp along the length of her body and her waist. They passed a few nurse stations before reaching the correct one, and there he lingered amongst the nurses, flirting at will.
She stood silently some feet away in the distance. Not having the energy to even attempt escape this time. Too scared from the memory.
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“Slow down!” Chuck nearly cursed, trying his best to keep up with Kevin’s speedy feet. The younger boy did nothing to apologize though. It even appeared to the older boy that he had possibly sped up in his endeavor at speed.
“We…have to find it, have to find him o them o her…no, him…we have to find him, before they find him, we have to….before….yes….” and other mutterings escaped the younger boy’s lips.
Chuck did not even attempt to understand what the boy was trying to say. What was coming across his mind, o what he was really thinking.
It was another world…where Kevin was truly from, and Chuck felt for him…badly, but there was no time to figure it all out let alone make up for it.
They had stopped at nearly five nurse stations, asking them all the same domanda and always coming up empty handed. They were looking for a “Mr. Wyler”. They didn’t know what level he was on o who he was involved with. They weren’t even entirely aware of where they had gotten the information from, but the nurses Kevin spoke to seemed to have a vague clue of who he was referring to, and so continued to suggest a nurse station further along on that level o even on the level o levels above them.
Chuck had remained silent for so long, too long, but arguing didn’t seem to make much sense. He just wanted to find Blair, wanted to know she was okay, that she wasn’t hurt and that somehow they could escape from this madness and just be together. Just exist in a place where there was no jealousy o blackmail o vengeance. Just them.
Suddenly, he realized Kevin had stopped. They were not at a nurse’s station, not anywhere near one, but simply standing in the middle of the third floor of the hospital. Patients, nurses and doctors seemed to be coming and going almost constantly, like they had nothing else to live for at that moment but to run from one end to the other of that pitiful hospital building.
That’s when he saw it.
Or rather…her.
Kevin wasn’t staring at nurses o doctors o patients o even Mr. Wyler. He wasn’t looking into a patient’s room, and he hadn’t somehow stumbled across his own abusive older brother.
No, Kevin was dumbfounded, but it wasn’t over any of those things….or people.
Chuck refocused his vision and nearly tripped over himself in the process.
Blair.
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A/N: So….it only took me two days and I’m psyched over GG right now. For real. I think maybe I won’t be panicking for the rest of the season….lol. XD PLEASE REVIEW! =D
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Ch.18—Guilty Mirage
BEEP.
BEEP.
BEEP.
The high-pitched neutralized beeping sound drained in and out of Jenny’s ears. She dragged one of her arms out from under the hospital blanket, inhaling and exhaling deeply. She was slowly waking up.
Feeling came back into her arms and legs as she realized where she was and who she was with. The hospital letto was no doubt stiffer than what was provided for her at home, but…at least she was sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza and away from the confines of that unexpected traffic accident.
There was an awkward uncomfortable sense of awareness that came to her when she flitted her eyes open. Someone was leaning over her, for God knows how long…probably waiting for her to wake up.
She gasped.
Then, her eyebrows furrowed together.
“Nate?” she choked out.
“Shh,” he whispered, gently brushing the blonde bangs away from her eyes. He turned to Rufus to inform him of his daughter’s re-acquaintance with the world at large, but the older man had dozed off on the cushioned chair in the corner of the room. And with good reason too. The clock hanging against the bacheca showed a bright 9 AM ticking solid. They had been in the hospital with the little Humphrey for a little over five hours. It had been just about 4:01 when the phone had rung, informing them that Little J was in the hospital after the collision of two unsuspecting drivers, one of which was her taxi driver. Rufus had thought the idea was impossible and that she was indeed sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza and sleeping in her bed. The two boys had nearly rolled their eyes at him, but Dan went to check on her just for the sake of argument…sure enough, not only was her letto empty but the window had been left open in her stead. It was not until several hours later that Dan bothered to call Blair Waldorf, to see if she had anything to do with Jenny’s sudden departure.
He did not bother to pay attention to the gruff voice of a man in the background…or the young Waldorf’s panicked breathing. All he was concerned for was his sister’s safety.
Jenny looked around the room, spying her father in the corner and recognizing finally Nate looming over her. She felt cords draped and stuck all over her, and heard the constant beeping of the cuore monitor beside her. The mountains of pillows beneath her head kept her from trying too hard to get out of this resting zone, and the blankets covered her to a solid degree.
“W-what time is it?” she asked, her voice hoarse, trying to make herself okay with Nate’s constant comfort methods (touch and smile).
“Uh…” he glanced at the clock just above her head, “9:06,” he smiled down at her.
Her eyes panicked. “Oh my god! I’m gonna be late for—”
“No. Don’t worry about school,” he said, before she could finish. And maybe it was just her, but she thought she heard a brief chuckle in there.
Her eyes narrowed. “You think this is funny?”
“What? No! God, no. I just,” he sighed, “I’m sorry.”
She seemed to relax. “It’s…fine,” she said, trying to accept how hard he was trying. She kept trying to look away from him, but his gaze seemed pinned to her.
He took a sede, sedile successivo to her, and finally looked away, fiddling with his hands. “You gave us quite a scare, te know,” he said.
She sighed, “Yeah, I know,” she let out, fiddling with her own hands.
He looked towards her again, and seemed unable to avoid his cucciolo dog eyes. It was silent for another moment o so. Neither knowing really what they were supposed to say o how they were even going to attempt to say it.
“Where’s Dan?” she finally asked.
He was mid-sigh when she detto it, and could not help the small smile that escaped him. “He went to get coffee, but that was awhile fa and—”
CRASH!
Rufus’ eyes suddenly flashed open at the noise. Nate turned towards the door, and Jenny sat up ever so slightly in her bed. All that could really be heard was the sound of a bunch of cups and saucers clashing together, along with the sound of Dan Humphrey apologizing repeatedly to the irritated nurse.
“What’s wrong? What is it?” Rufus asked, standing up.
Nate laughed briefly, and then cleared his throat. “It’s nothing, Mr. Humphrey. Your son’s just making a fool of himself again.”
“Huh?” he asked, confused, but then all realization came on headlong when Nate gestured towards the hallway. “Oh, I see.”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah,” he shook his head, and directed his gaze back to a dazed Jenny who was trying to suppress laughter.
He smirked.
“Dan?” she called out.
“What? She’s up?” the older Humphrey child asked, accidentally dropping a few dishes he was supposedly helping to pick up. “Oh ma’am, I’m really sorry….I…oh jeez,” he bit his lip, honestly wondering which way was better to go…picking up dishes o leaving them to the frustrated woman. He decided on the latter and rushed into his sister’s hospital room. Nate had moved away da this time, as Rufus also noticed his daughter being awake and briefly lectured the blonde boy for not making him aware sooner.
A moment o so later, the nurse then entered the room, choosing to look at everyone but the awkward 17 anno old Dan Humphrey. Her hair was a bit frazzled, and nearly all the coffee cups had been drained of their substance, but she chose to ignore that fact and simply pressed a button on the control sitting in her pocket. This would notify some of the other nurses to get più coffee to this room as soon as possible.
“Jennifer…Humphrey?” the woman asked, tucking a stray fragola blonde strand of hair behind her ear.
“It’s Jenny, actually,” the blonde in letto detto timidly.
The woman exhaled. “Jenny, then.”
She nodded.
“The doctor will be in to see te shortly, now that you’re awake. I have brought coffee,” she glared at Dan momentarily, who turned to look at Nate and his father with an intensified innocence, “and…water, both of which will be refilled to your convenience. Is there anything else te need?”
She shook her head. “No, thank-you.”
The woman nodded. “Very well. Let me know if there is,” she said, glaring at Dan once more, before exiting the room and continuing on to the other patients.
Nate, Rufus and Jenny all turned their attention to Dan. “What?” he asked, feeling the red swell up in his face. “I was just trying to help,” he huffed.
Rufus shook his head at his son. “Would te two mind if I had a moment alone with my daughter?”
“Daddy…” she almost begged.
He turned his head to her, and squeezed her hand, looking deep into her eyes. She saw the understanding and the need he expressed there, and detto no more. Looking back up to the teenage boys, he saw their understanding as well and smiled tenderly as they grabbed their things and left the room. Dan was careful to avoid the aggravated nurse on their way out.
“Jenny,” he said, drawing her attention back to him from where it was at the closed door. She sighed.
“I know what you’re going to say,” she said, playing delicately with the covers on her bed.
He crossed his arms in mock fashion. “Oh, do te now? Why don’t te enlighten me then?” he prompted.
She scoffed briefly. “You’re going to tell me that I should have told te what was going on, that I shouldn’t have just left and that even if it was about a boy, I shouldn’t have thought that I couldn’t tell you.” Her eyes, pinned to the letto currently, finally lifted up. Now, she was starting to feel guilty. There were tears in his eyes.
“I just don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, grasping for the right words. “You’re my baby,” he said, placing a warm hand against the side of her face to which she leaned into, closing her eyes briefly.
“I’m not your baby, dad,” she sighed.
He gulped, forcing the tears to stay where they were. “Yes, yes te are.” Her eyes flashed open. “You are the youngest, and you’re mine. That makes te my baby.”
She chuckled softly. “Oh dad, I’m sorry,” she whimpered, and it was all the ammunition he needed to hold her in his arms. Her face became Lost in his warm neck.
“I want te to tell me what happened last night, and why on earth te couldn’t come to me about it,” he said, and she didn’t know if she had ever heard him sound più broken.
She sighed, allowing the tears to find their way through her voice. “I—I will, dad. Just…”
“Later?” they asked in unison, followed da some short, quiet laughter.
“Yes,” she nodded, sniffling a bit more.
“Okay,” he sighed, brushing a few più blonde strands away from her face and baciare her forehead. “I can wait…till later.” He smiled softly, and held her to him.
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Across the hallway, in a very similar room, dwelt an older man.
Quite older than the blonde victim he so happened to collide with five hours previous.
He was uncertain as to where the taxi driver had ended up in that multi-layered hospital building, but he was not planning on finding out. He had to get out of there.
He should’ve escaped much sooner, but he couldn’t move. And he was sleeping. He felt a cast wrapped tightly around his right leg and a bruising pain emanating from his left cheek. His ribs were sore too and he’d be lying if he detto his throat wasn’t course and numb. However, physical ailments and injury were never something to take precedence before. This time was no exception.
His breaths were short and hard. It probably wasn’t in his best interest to try and unhook himself from the oxygen. He only had a matter of time before the nurses would come in to check on him. But it was also only a matter of time before the nurses and doctors discovered who he really was. It had been over five hours; he was surprised they hadn’t burst in on him already.
He choked; spit welling up and out of his tauntingly pursed lips. But only just.
God, save me.
He had to get out, and soon. If he didn’t…he was better off dead.
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“Move,” he urged her, and the bruised brunette inched inoltrare, avanti stiffly. “Remember what I said,” he breathed gruffly against her neck, “Make it look real.”
She scoffed. “Well, I would, if te hadn’t bought the absolute cheapest concealor o foundation o whatever te claim it is, and from Brooklyn I’m sure,” she muttered under her breath. In truth, she wasn’t muttering that quietly, but he was too busy making himself known through winks and smirks to the young nurses they passed while going from nurse station to nurse station.
“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes. “So much for making it real,” she crossed her arms.
But this time he noticed. Of course.
He draped an arm around her shoulders, letting it slip down around her waist. His grip tightened. “Remember this morning?” he whispered hotly against her ear, and that caused her to halt.
“Please, no,” she cringed. She bit her lip and forced the tears to stay in her Cioccolato eyes.
“Remember,” he demanded, allowing his hands to drift further up the front of her body.
Her eyes widened and then tightened in an instant. Make it look real. Make it look real. His words rang through her head. And it was hardly her imagination that the room began to spin.
“I…I…”
“Woman!” he whispered harshly.
“I’m spinning!” she cried, but made sure to keep her voice low. He had pushed her against a bacheca hidden just beyond the elevators. She didn’t know where her confidence had gone, and she never entirely realized where it had come from to begin with….but she was frightened now. So entirely frightened. Scared for her life.
And in a hospital of all places.
She gulped, forcing the memory from earlier that morning when she closed her eyes.
…
“We’re going to the hospital,” he announced, and she thought he had gone mad.
“You can’t be serious,” she said.
He snickered. “I can be many things, Miss Waldorf, and yes, at the moment, serious is one of them.” He paced in front of her, pausing only for a moment to snatch the phone back out of her shoulder’s grasp and force it into his pocket again.
“You are ridiculous,” she huffed, refusing to look at him.
He leaned in close to her. “Oppose to your other kidnappers, Miss Waldorf?” He placed a hand high up on her left thigh and grasped tightly. She wanted to free herself, but she couldn’t sposta in the way he had strapped her to the chair.
He ripped the tape off of her mouth in a quick fashion and forced his tongue down her throat, then placed the tape back across her face, before she could say anything o even back away.
He walked away from her and paced on the opposite end of the room. “I was listening in on your conversation with Mr. Dan Humphrey. My partner, Mr. Wyler, was indeed the one who unintentionally instigated that traffic accident. We are going to go to the hospital to visit him, and if he has not done so already, we are going to help him escape. te will pose as my girlfriend, and if Kevin is there with Chuck, which it is very possible he will be, since he possesses the other cell phones and I am sensing their partnership as of recente circumstances, and if he comes to you, it is absolutely necessary that te claim to infidelity with me and leave him forever.”
He could not orso to look at her throughout his extensive speech. She was near tears and confusion so many times that it was too painful to hardly think about in his own mind, let alone how she personally was feeling through all this. He could not entirely remember how he discovered all this knowledge regarding Chuck and his own brother, but the schemes had come to him throughout the night. He had always had to memorize his victims—err—client’s files in the past and this one would be no different. He forced himself to see Blair Waldorf as an object now, o perhaps even a whore. It was how he escaped his emotions.
“If te obey these orders, Miss Waldorf, if te do as I say at all costs, I promise to save your life. I promise I will not harm him either, this…Chuck Bass.”
She blinked at him then, and nodded…ever so subtly.
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“Blair!” he whispered, harshly. “Blair,” he spoke, this time più gently.
Her eyes opened, and a tear dripped down the side of her face. He wiped aside and carefully applied just a bit più of his messy makeup. “Well?” he asked.
“I remember,” she nodded.
He opened his hand to her and unclenched his grasp along the length of her body and her waist. They passed a few nurse stations before reaching the correct one, and there he lingered amongst the nurses, flirting at will.
She stood silently some feet away in the distance. Not having the energy to even attempt escape this time. Too scared from the memory.
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“Slow down!” Chuck nearly cursed, trying his best to keep up with Kevin’s speedy feet. The younger boy did nothing to apologize though. It even appeared to the older boy that he had possibly sped up in his endeavor at speed.
“We…have to find it, have to find him o them o her…no, him…we have to find him, before they find him, we have to….before….yes….” and other mutterings escaped the younger boy’s lips.
Chuck did not even attempt to understand what the boy was trying to say. What was coming across his mind, o what he was really thinking.
It was another world…where Kevin was truly from, and Chuck felt for him…badly, but there was no time to figure it all out let alone make up for it.
They had stopped at nearly five nurse stations, asking them all the same domanda and always coming up empty handed. They were looking for a “Mr. Wyler”. They didn’t know what level he was on o who he was involved with. They weren’t even entirely aware of where they had gotten the information from, but the nurses Kevin spoke to seemed to have a vague clue of who he was referring to, and so continued to suggest a nurse station further along on that level o even on the level o levels above them.
Chuck had remained silent for so long, too long, but arguing didn’t seem to make much sense. He just wanted to find Blair, wanted to know she was okay, that she wasn’t hurt and that somehow they could escape from this madness and just be together. Just exist in a place where there was no jealousy o blackmail o vengeance. Just them.
Suddenly, he realized Kevin had stopped. They were not at a nurse’s station, not anywhere near one, but simply standing in the middle of the third floor of the hospital. Patients, nurses and doctors seemed to be coming and going almost constantly, like they had nothing else to live for at that moment but to run from one end to the other of that pitiful hospital building.
That’s when he saw it.
Or rather…her.
Kevin wasn’t staring at nurses o doctors o patients o even Mr. Wyler. He wasn’t looking into a patient’s room, and he hadn’t somehow stumbled across his own abusive older brother.
No, Kevin was dumbfounded, but it wasn’t over any of those things….or people.
Chuck refocused his vision and nearly tripped over himself in the process.
Blair.
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A/N: So….it only took me two days and I’m psyched over GG right now. For real. I think maybe I won’t be panicking for the rest of the season….lol. XD PLEASE REVIEW! =D
