I feel evil for this next part…IT'S NOT CHUCK!

Nate's POV

"Chuck…" Erik sighed.

"No. Erik, it's Nate." I tried to lift him into a sitting position but his small body just slumped against mine. "Erik!" I started lightly slapping his cheek again, trying to bring him back to consciousness.

"Oh my god!"

Jenny was rushing down the hall towards us. "Nate! What happened? Is he okay?"

"I don't know. Some guy had Erik on the ground, I pulled him off and Erik's been in and out ever sin-" I frowned. The hand I was using to hold Erik's head was…wet? I pulled it out from under his head very carefully.

Blood.

"Shit! Jenny, call an ambulance." I ordered.

I heard Jenny's panicked chatter as she spoke on the phone but I wasn't paying attention. Serena's little brother was unconscious and bleeding in the middle of the hallway.

Serena. She had to know what's going-

"What the hell?" Chuck ran up beside me, pushing me out of the way to check Erik. He cradled Erik's small form which I thought was kind of strange. I knew they had gotten closer since they parents engagement but did he care about Erik? I was his best friend for years and if I had collapsed he would have told me to walk it off.

"What the fuck happened?" he asked.

I quickly repeated what I told Jenny earlier. "I think it was Asher, that guy Jenny was dating." I said.

Her quiet voice reminded me she was still here. "The ambulance should be here any minute."

"Thanks. Could you call Serena for me, too?" I asked apologetically. "Someone should ride with Erik to the hospital"

Chuck cleared his throat. "No. I'll go with him."

"Chuck, are you –"

"Yes. I'm going." He grumbled.

Chuck's POV

When the ambulance arrived I watched as the paramedics pick up Erik's frail body and place him on the gurney.

"Are any of you coming with us?" one of the paramedics asked.

I stepped forward. "Yes. I am."

The same paramedic nodded and ushered me out and into the ambulance after loading Erik's gurney. The doors closed behind me and the vehicle lurched forward, sirens wailing.

I sat numbly as Erik was being worked on; checking pupil, blood pressure, etc. "May I?" I asked, gesturing to his hand.

The paramedic looked at me with a sympathetic smile. "Sure." I didn't need to be told twice. Grabbing his hand, I gently rubbed my thumb in soothing circles.

"Um…I need to ask you a few questions so the doctors can know what's going on when we get there. Okay?"

I nodded.

"What is your relationship with…?"

"His name is Erik van der Woodsen. I'm his step brother, Chuck Bass."

She nodded, writing down the information. "How did this happen?"

I relayed the story Nate had told me as best I could.

"And you don't know who exactly it was?"

"I have an idea but, no, I'm not 100% sure"

"Was Erik conscious when you arrived?"

"No."

"Does he have any allergies, medical conditions or taking any medication?"

"No…wait! Yes. He's taking antidepressants."

"Do you know what kind?"

"No." Shit! Why couldn't I remember the name?

She nodded again. "That's okay. Now listen. When we arrive the doctors will take your brother into another room to examine him farther. You'll need to stay in the waiting room. When there through they'll come and tell you what wrong and they'll tell you if you can go in and see him. Do you understand?"

I hate how she's talking to me like I'm a child.

"Yes."

"And is there anyone you can call? Parents? Grandparents?"

"I'll call his mother as soon as possible."

Soon enough we came to the hospital. Erik was wheeled away and I was left there, in the quiet waiting room, hoping Erik was all right. He has to be okay. He has to be okay.

FINALLY! Okay this has been the first time I could write days. I am sooooo sorry yet again. I really will try to update faster.