United We Stand, Divided We Bawl

Story Summary: They came together against a common enemy. The ongoing threat of Nate and Blair was becoming too much. And, really, what were they, anyway? Dating? No. Friends? Maybe. Fuck buddies? Hell yeah! CS - platonic and now - NB, DS, bitter CB and NS


Author's Starting Notes: This is definitely not my best work. I found this chapter while looking through some old sticky notes on my Mac. I really wanted to post something, so, I made a few minor changes and called it a day. The next chapter shouldn't take as long as I think I might just be able to find my way back on track now. My writing will probably look ridiculously different in this chapter and the next - sentence structure wise. Keep in mind this was written like early this year, late last one.

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Chapter Summary/Intro: This chapter picks up a week past where the last one left off.


Chapter Two:

Hospitals stunk. It was pretty much a proven fact. Every room was white; every person was pitying; and all the food tasted like it came out of a pig's backside. Chuck Bass had been in the hospital for a week after "clumsily falling down the damn stairs again", and the most he had managed to do was memorize the 2,569 dots that littered his vision. Gosh, he hated hospitals.

The door opened and in she walked yet again. She was the reason he was lying there day after day getting shots and medicine in his jello. He felt like a poor person with the way he was treated in that dump. Her visits every day weren't helping either.

"Must you come again?" Chuck asked even though having some company wasn't exactly that bad.

"How are you today, Bass?" Serena asked sitting on the edge of the bed. She was sure he was about to get all sassy again because that was just what he did. If it weren't for the fact that she was responsible for him being there, she wouldn't even come to talk to him. Not having anyone other than him worth talking to helped speed up her visits too.

"Well, let's see, they gave me the damn jello again. I swear, if that strawberry crap comes in with that grape goop, I will have my father sue this place," Chuck said

"Chuck, you can't sue because they're trying to keep you healthy," Serena said

"If they wanted to keep me healthy, they might as well just take me away from that bastard they call my father," Chuck said bitterly

"If you hate him so much, why don't you just turn him in? You have enough evidence to get him put away," she said

"But then I'd be moved to California to be with my mom,"

"You love your mom,"

"That doesn't mean I want to live in a porn studio,"

"Porn studio?"

"Yeah, all she does is meet guys, talk to guys, and sleep with guys with cameras in the background for when she doesn't know any guys. It'd be like I didn't exist. I'd be able to do whatever I wanted to do with absolutely no repercussions, could hang out with people, spend money, do anything I wanted to… maybe ratting out my dad wouldn't be so bad,"

She giggled.

"You are unbelievable," she said, he raised an eyebrow, "You are always joking around. Have you ever been serious about anything?"

"Not that I can recall," he said honestly and she laughed again, that time he cracked a smile, "If I didn't know any better, van der Woodsen, I'd say you're actually enjoying talking to me. And this time you're not drunk,"

"Please don't remind me. I had such a hangover the next morning,"

"Imagine mine," he said trying to joke again. She took it as a bad sign and went silent.

"I'm really sorry," she said

"Don't be, I'm sure Bart would have found some reason to come after me even without the giant orange dot in his carpet," he said

"But I made him come sooner… I shouldn't have thrown up in there,"

"You couldn't find the bathroom,"

"I should have found a better place,"

"You were drunk,"

"I shouldn't have been drinking,"

"I gave you the alcohol. Gosh, Serena, can't you see this was my fault? Stop killing yourself over it and move on!"

"Fine, I'll completely ignore the fact that I sent you to the hospital indirectly,"

"That is all I ask,"

"Hey, when do you get out of here?"

"Tomorrow, I was supposed to leave today, but Daddy Dearest was gone. Turns out, doctors don't trust some random crackpot driver to get people home safely,"

"Yet they trust your dad?" she asked confusedly

"My point exactly," he said shaking his head lightly, "Hey, has Blair come to see me?"

Serena looked at his hopeful face trying so hard not to note it. Whenever he was talking about her, he looked happy, blissful even, did she really want to tell him that other than her and the medical staff no one had seen him in over a week? Better question would she tell him?

"Um, yeah, her and Nate stopped by…. They had to leave quickly though, you know them always out seizing the day, or night."

She gave him a weak smile and he returned it a little unenthusiastically. He obviously didn't believe her.

"I don't know why I expected her to," he said, his voice weak with an emotion that Serena didn't even know he could feel, "I kind of just hoped she'd at least be able to separate herself from him long enough to care that I was gone. I had always been there for her…. Forget it, it's not important."

He looked away dejectedly. For some reason, Serena felt obligated to comfort him. She scooted up further on the bed and placed her hand on his arm.

"Chuck, you know Blair loves you, right?"

"Loves me enough to forget I'm in a hospital on my death bed?"

"You're not dying, Chuck."

"I could be! Waldorf women suck."

"Actually, they don't, too reminiscent of another age."

"Did you really just say that?" Chuck asked indigently. Serena shrugged.

"Eleanor said it before in one of her heated Waldorf meltdowns. It was priceless," Serena explained

"I think I'd be scarred for life if I heard Eleanor Waldorf talking about her sex life," Chuck said

"Trust me, it does do some damage. I can't look at pudding without shivering now," Serena told him

"You're joking," Chuck said without any hint of question

"Only about the pudding thing. I do get queasy when I think about it though," Serena said

"What did she say about the pudding?" Chuck asked

"Just all the weird things she had done right after Blair was born to feel sexy," Serena said. Chuck grimaced.

"I think I would have rather not known that," Chuck said

"Rather not known what?" Bart asked walking into the room. Both teens grew stiff.

"About lunch, Father. What they had in school today seemed to be a weird casserole of sorts. She desacribed the taste to me," Chuck responded quickly. Bart looked at Serena for a moment.

"I'll make a call," he said

"So, uh, Mr. Bass, this whole Chuck in the hospital thing is awkward, isn't it?" Serena asked.

Bart nodded.

"Of course it is. He's a strapping young lad, should not be falling down stairs so often," Bart replied

"Was there something you wanted, Father?" Chuck asked

"Yes, I was going to tell you about a new idea I've come up with. Because our home seems to have so many stairs, I'll move you into a suite in the Palace, that way you can just take an elevator all the time," Bart said. Serena smiled at the idea.

"That's a great idea, Mr. Bass," she gushed. He nodded as if her approval was all the recognition he needed. He turned from the two teens to leave the room. He paused right before the door to send a small farewell to his son then left. Serena continued smiling.

"That's nice of him," Serena said obliviously. Chuck scoffed.

"He's trying to get rid of me. I'm not surprised. He's been trying to do it ever since I was born," Chuck said

"He has not," Serena defended

"You weren't the one sleeping in a hospital nursery a week beyond what was allowed because your father was on a business trip," Chuck said

"What about your mom? Why didn't she take you out?" Serena asked, Chuck looked down.

"I don't want to talk about it," he told her. She watched him curiously. There was something he obviously never told her. Maybe even something he never told anyone. She knew that if he would ever tell anyone, it definitely wouldn't be her. It would be Blair, or Nate, or a therapist. Just not her. For some reason that thought was unsettling.

"Um, sure, why don't we talk about something else then?" she proposed

"Got any ideas?"

"Not a one, but I'm sure we can think of something. We're together in this, right?"

"In what?" he asked, she shrugged

"The shadows of the golden love, life, you name it."

"Whoa, Blondie goes pessimistic. Never thought I'd see the day," he joked

"And I never thought I'd see the day where you and I would get along," she said

"We kind of have to. We really are stuck together. Can you imagine the couple love we'll be forced to deal with from here on?" he asked

"Yes, I can. I'm the third wheel these days, Chuck. Get well soon," she said

"I'll try," he said. She nodded, accepting his answer.

A nurse knocked on the door outside and pointed to her watch. Serena sighed. It was time for her to go. She looked to Chuck who seemed to have drawn back a bit more at the sight of the nurse. She gave him a weak smile. He returned it. Before she knew what was happening, she was leaning over and placing a kiss on his cheek. The feel of his skin jolted her to reality and she withdrew quickly. He smirked smugly at her confused expression.

"I have that effect on all the ladies," he told her. She rolled her eyes.

"Just get out of that bed and get back to school," Serena ordered.

"I'll think about it," he said. She shook her head, and left. Once the doors closed fully, Chuck nestled himself back into the covers. He wondered if he could get his dad to make him a room here instead. Serena couldn't be the only girl to like the sick boy thing after all.


©Dezi. While I wrote everything above, the basis for it does not belong to me. I don't own Gossip Girl, The Upper East Side, or its characters. I only own the strange universe that I have placed them in.