AN- Sorry for the wait! Forgive me? *does puppy dog eyes*my internet went out. :'( If I owned GG I would make Chuck do every episode naked. So I own nothing. Please review! I love reviews! They make me so happy! Really, I got one review at lunch and I started jumping up and down like a mad person and everybody was like O.o at me.
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Last Time:
I began to stroke about his face. I didn't notice, but at my touch, his heartbeat picked up noticeably.
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Blair's POV
"How is he?" Serena asked. It had been a week and I had barely left his side.
I glared at the tall blonde. "He's sleeping. I've tried everything but he won't wake up! I've read to him, sang to him, I've even told him I love him. Why won't he wake up?" I was practically in tears and Serena came over to give me a hug.
"Thanks S. It's just that I'm so frustrated." I sniffled into her shoulder.
"My mom is still investigating the hit-and-run; the police say it wasn't an accident. They say at the angle you guys were hit, it just had to be on purpose."
This was news to me. "What? Who they hell would what to kill us?"
"You mean besides Georgina, Jenny, Juliet, Vanessa, Damien, and your ex-minions?"
"My list of acquired enemies seems to be growing longer, doesn't it?"
"Try being more polite, it helps. Well, I'm going to get something to eat, do you want anything?"
"Macaroons."
"Alright, I'll be right back."
I looked back down at Chuck's face and tried not to break back out into sobs. "Please wake up." I thought.
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Two days later
I was ready to tear out my hair. He wouldn't wake up. The doctors said that he had no brain damage and that he should wake up any minute now. It was like he was mocking me in his slumber. I could almost see the smirk on this unconscious face. Mother-Chucking Basshole.
"Why can't you just wake up?" I murmured softly, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "I love you. I need you."
"Hello, Ms. Waldorf. How are you today?" said the Resident in charge of Chuck, Dr. Dudemeister.
"Annoyed."
"Well, how is Chuck doing?"
"You're the doctor." I tossed my curly hair over my shoulder haughtily, crossed my legs and narrowed my eyes at the doctor. "Shouldn't you know?"
He shrank under my glare. "Um, well, are you alright?"
"Just leave, you stupid Ken doll." I snorted.
"Y-yes, ma'am." He left quickly and with his head down.
Ring. All of a sudden, my cell phone began to chime out "Keeps Gettin' Better," by Christina Aguilera. I took it out of my pocket and looked at the caller ID. It said 'Unknown', so I hit 'Ignore'. If you can't even show your number, I don't want to talk to you. It rang again, and I again hit 'Ignore'. Damn telemarketers. If you want to talk to me that bad, leave a message. God. It rang once again, and I was beginning to get more annoyed, so I pressed 'Answer'.
"What?" I snapped, in no mood for telemarketers trying to sell me some god-awful cheap skin cream that would probably give me hives.
"Hello, Blair." Said a sultry voice that I couldn't identify.
"Who is this? I don't want to buy anything."
"Oh, Blair, you don't remember me? I'm hurt. We used to be such good... friends."
"Seriously, who is this?"
"Well, Blair, let's see if I can jog your memory. I'll give you some clues, and see how well your smart little brain can put the puzzle pieces together."
I was beginning to get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, just below my belly button. I didn't like this. I didn't like being taunted and treated like a fool. And there was something about that voice that pulled at the edges of my memory, pushing me to think and remember. "Okay." I said cautiously.
"So glad you want to play along. First hint," I could hear the smirk in the voice I still couldn't tell the gender of. "I... am a natural blonde."
"What?"
"Is your hearing hard, Blair?" the voice asked sweetly. "Do you need me to fetch a hearing aid?"
I felt my legs get weak and sank into a chair. "What do you want?" I whispered.
"To attend your funeral. Closed casket, of course. I don't think they can show a head smashed in like an overripe pumpkin. Might make all the kiddies cry. Or dance and sing, I'm fine with either. But before you die a horrible and tragic death, I want to see you suffer. I will make you suffer. Just like you made me suffer."
"Who are you?"
"I think I'll start with your immediate family. Maybe mommy will go the same way as little Chuckie? Or Daddy?"
I gripped the phone hard. "Don't you touch my family."
"I could start with your friends as well. Poor Serena... she seems to have the worst taste in bff's, doesn't she?"
"Please just leave my friends and family alone. I'll do what ever you want."
"You stupid bitch, you'll do that anyway." I heard laughter, and then a click as the line went dead.
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I had a feeling that if I told the police, the slaughter would begin. Who the hell was messing with me? If they hadn't already put Chuck and I in the hospital, I wouldn't have taken this seriously. I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out if the voice belonged to a male or a female. They were most likely using voice-changing software on their phone, because it wasn't a voice I recognized. I really needed a trip to the spa, this whole situation had me stressed out and tensed up. Better yet, I need Chuck's magic hands. Damn this coma.
FlashBack
"And he makes Serena truly happy. Oh! What is this, it's incredible?" I moaned.
"I'm willing to talk; I learned it from a master in Ching Nai." Chuck responded.
"Hey! Where are you going? I have tension!" I whined when he got up and left me on the bed.
End FlashBack
"Damn it Chuck, wake the hell up! It's been almost two weeks! I know you can hear me! I'M IN A RAGE! THIS IS THE MADDEST I'VE EVER BEEN!" I shouted. A nervous-looking pair of nurses peeked around the corner at me.
I leaned down and ferociously kissed him. I expected no response, so when his arms snaked around my neck and pulled me closer, I screamed, jumping backwards.