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Oh lordie, where shall I begin LOL. THANK wewe GUYS SO MUCH!! I just want to say sorry for lacking in the update apartment (again!) because I have so many tests that are all jammed in together, and I know I keep saying that, but it’s true. And there’s zaidi tests to COME!=( AND my final exams are in less then a month… Eeew. But, I’ll try my very best to update a.s.a.p.
And, yes I did see the finale….but I won’t say zaidi about it just in case anyone hasn’t seen it yet. But I’ll tell you, that I literally couldn’t breathe.
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Blair slowly fluttered her eyes open greeting her with sunlight that was blinding her doe like eyes. Her cold red nose tried to sniff the fresh spring air, but was backed up and congested with unwanted mucus. Her throat felt stiff and soar as she opened it in the frosty morning air. Her body felt slightly warmer then usual, and a bit zaidi stickier as her tights were stuck to her slender legs.
Nate awoke up from his itching tunnelled throat. His nose was as well stuffed and runny, and at the tip of his nose it burned from the air. He moaned slightly before getting up and slightly nudging the petite brunette who was frowning in her sleep.
“Hey, Blair?…” He whispered shaking her steadily on her kneecap.
She whimpered a bit and fidgeted in her tight seat.
“Blair….” He repeated.
“Blair…..”
“Hmmm?” She mumbled half asleep.
“Can I borrow some Tylenol, the one wewe keep in your purse?” Nate asked in the silence.
“Blair?”
“Hmmm????” She mumbled again, clearly still asleep.
“Blair, can I borrow some Tylenol?” He asked again.
This time her eyes slowly opened and was greeted kwa a full front Nate. She leaned back taking a better look at his exhausted sweaty face. Suddenly her mind clicked.
“Tylenol! Right!” She shot up as she scrambled to her mfuko wa fedha, mfuko searching for the life-saving bottle.
“Here it is!” She exclaimed as she quickly unscrewed the cap.
“Ah, thank you!” Nate sighed in relief.
She closed one eye and peeked in the inside of the bottle as her face slightly dropped, when she realized there was only two pills left.
“Great. There’s only two.” She grumbled annoyance filling her high pitch voice.
“Oh, that’s okay. One goes along way.” Nate smiled holding his hand out.
“I guess so.” She alisema as she squeezed the two pills through her soft delicate lips, gulping it down.
“Hey?!” Nate exclaimed frustrated, rubbing his hands through his hair, before stopping and realizing that he was messing it up, and quickly smoothed it down.
“What’s wrong now Nate?” Blair huffed clearly clueless.
“Never mind Blair.” He sighed as he lay back in his seat, trying to get some decent sleep.

--------------------------------------4 hours later-----------------------------------------------------

“Chuuuuuuuuuuuuckkk…” Blair moaned.
Chuck sat there in his kiti, kiti cha admiring the worked up sick Blair.
“Chuuuuuuuuuuuck!” Blair moaned again with zaidi annoyance to her voice.
He continued to watch her as she desperately called for his assistance. wewe never always would encounter a sick Blair Waldorf.
“CHUCK! GOD DAMN I KNOW wewe CAN HEAR ME!” Blair roared through her cracking throat.
“UGGGH, I can’t even sound bitchy anymore with my voice!’ She croaked shaking her head letting her swiss mocha curls fall gently on her glistened face.
“You know, wewe actually are bitchier, and ditzier when you’re sick Blair.” Chuck laughed at the exhausted Blair who was wrapped in wool blankets around her petite framed body. And beautiful…..he added to himself mentally.
“Shut up Chuck! You’re suppose to be the boyfriend, and take care of me!” She demanded.
“How so?” Chuck asked amused hoping to not expose his worriedness of what he would have to do.
“You know….like….make me chicken soup!” Blair snarled her voice cracking further more.
“Do wewe see a jikoni in here Waldorf?” Chuck mocked smirking.
Blair coughed some zaidi in her tight small first before answering.
“Well then….at least take my temperature.” Blair alisema shoving a thermometer to his face.
“How do wewe have a ther--”
“Don’t ask.” She cut him off.
He twirled it around his fingers examining all the numbers that bewildered him, squinting his eyes at it.
“You do know how to use it, don‘t you?” Blair asked tapping her heel against the floor.
“Of course….This goes to your---” He cut himself off before smirking at Blair devilishly with a mindful of images.
“THROAT!” She cut him off before snatching the thermometer away from him and mumbling to herself as Chuck was beaming.
Blair popped it in her mouth before glaring at Chuck, her eyes bulging out at him, giving him a deadly stare.
“Oh right.” Chuck realized before scrambling to his feet.
“Ummm…” Chuck started reaching towards her face, hesitantly moving her loose pieces of hair back and placing his back hand against her forehead.
He felt warmth rise in his hand, but was uncertained if the heat was coming from his au her hand, so he pressed his hand further in her flesh.
“OW!” Blair managed to choke out after spitting the thermometer out.
“Hey, I’m not a doctor.” Chuck alisema raising his hands out innocently.
She glared at him before whining.
“Ughh, why does God have to do this to me!” She exclaimed lifting her hands up to the heavens.
“A drama Queen are we?” Chuck smirked.
“Queen B, not drama queen.” Blair seethed through her clenched teeth correcting him.
“Would wewe please be quiet Blair? You’re not the only one who is sick. And there’s no need to dramatize everything, it’s only a cold.” Nate croaked out.
“It’s her specialty.” Chuck smirked.
Serena just rolled her eyes at the two. “B, how did wewe and Nate get sick anyways? We’ve been in here for the entire time.”
“I have no idea. God just hates me that’s why.” Blair sighed.
“Nah, I think wewe just caught the Chuck bass, besi disease and then passed it on to Nate.” Dan said, as Serena bit her lip from smiling.
“Probably.” Nate said.
“Nathaniel!” Chuck gasped out.
Serena giggled aimlessly before she spoke. “They probably just weren’t wearing enough clothes in the evening wewe know since it’s like an arctic in here at night. And DON‘T wewe DARE Chuck tell us why Blair wouldn‘t be wearing enough clothes on.”
“I wasn’t going to say that sis. I was going to say, I know why Blair wouldn’t be wearing ANY clothes on AT ALL. Big difference.” Chuck smirked raising his dark eyebrows before quickly shooting his foot away from an upcoming heel diving in the car floor.
“I know wewe too well Waldorf” was all Chuck could say from a gaping Blair.
Blair just crossed her arms tightly against her chest and sunk lower in her warm wool blanket.
“Hey Dan, you’ve done….like nursing before right?” Serena asked.
“Serena I wasn’t nursing. I was just taking care of Jenny one night when she was sick, and ran out to get some medicine.” Dan sighed at his blonde girlfriend.
“Right. Close enough. Maybe wewe can go to the nearest drugstore in the mall and get some medicine for Blair? After all wewe have the most knowledge in the ummm…medicine category” Serena suggested.
“Hello?! Blair is not the one only sick here!” Nate complained at being ignored, again.
“Right.” Serena mumbled.
“Or, we can always just kindly ask someone to get it for us?” Dan suggested as well.
“I guess so. But it HAS to be someone trustworthy.” Serena stated.

-------------------------------------------2 dakika later---------------------------------------------

“THAT GUY!” Blair and Serena both squealed at the attractive shaggy blonde man who was standing near the corner 2 feet away.
“NO!!!” Dan and Chuck both yelled.
“Guys, there’s been at least fifteen people we suggested, and everyone is not in your approval.” Serena huffed.
“That guy looks evil. Come on Waldorf, are wewe that gullible?” Chuck asked.
“In your dreams Chuck. kwa any chance do I see green in your eyes Bass?” Blair smiled.
“No.” Chuck alisema quickly.
“Good, because wewe have nothing to worry about. There is only one man that I will always be in upendo with.” Blair smiled as Chuck leaned in towards her.
“Nuh-uh uh.” Blair quickly jerked away.
“I’m sick wewe dummy.” She laughed.
“I don’t care.” Chuck husked out sincerely attempting to lean in for the sekunde time as Blair pulled away again.
“I do.”

--------------------------------------40 dakika later-------------------------------------------------

“Surely, it doesn’t take 40 dakika to get some Tylenol that’s just a few stores down.” Nate sighed rubbing his soar neck.
“Chuck and I told wewe so.” Dan huffed lying back in his seat.
“Dan! This was yours and Chuck’s fault!” Serena defended.
“No way.” Chuck said.
“YES it is! Blair and I wanted to go with the tall brunette, but wewe didn’t want to, so wewe and Dan decided to go with that short freckled red head kid, who was like twelve!” Serena shot back.
“He looked innocent.” Dan shrugged his shoulders holding in the guilt.
“Looks can be deceiving brainiac.” Blair sighed.
“Hey, wewe guys shouldn’t be complaining, it was my money. I just wasted 100 bucks on that useless kid.” Chuck defended.
“Chuck! Tylenol only costs around 5 bucks!” Serena yelled.
“I only carry Benjamin Franklins with me.”
“Of course.” Dan sighed envying his wealth.
“Now what?” Nate moaned.
“I guess, I’ll get it….” Chuck said.
“Really?” Blair asked holding in her pleased grin.
He nodded. “The things I do for my girl….” Chuck smiled slightly at the term his girl before rising up kissing her on the forehead, and using his first “bathroom pass” today.

--------------------------------------12 dakika later-------------------------------------------------

“Finally.” Nate huffed as Chuck re entered the car passing two bottles towards Blair and Nate.
“Drink up.” He said.
“Whooaah, wait. I thought wewe were getting Tylenol PILLS, not this toxicating liquid stuff.” Blair stiffened as she shook the purple liquid in the small bottle.
“Tough luck Waldorf. They only carry this type.” Chuck said.
“Good enough for me.” Nate sighed as he took a very small sip from the bottle.
“Wait, don’t wewe need to measure it au something?” Blair asked.
“Eh, there’s no measurer here.” Nate shrugged his shoulders.
“Eeeew. No way. Dorota always gives me it in pills. Liquid medicine is disgusting!!” Blair alisema shaking her head.
“Waldorf it’s not that hard. I even picked out the zabibu flavour for you.” Chuck smirked batting his eyelashes.
“Very funny Chuck.” Blair laughed bitterly as she sniffed the liquid in the container.
“I’m sorry then, I guess we can’t finish what we started then since you‘re sick.” Chuck sighed dramatically.
“Ugh, wewe basshole. Look who‘s being the drama KING now?” Blair said.
“Do wewe always like to put horrible words at the end of my name Waldorf.” Chuck asked amused.
“They suit you.” Blair alisema simply.
“So wewe wouldn’t mind me calling wewe Waldork? au WaldAss? au Wally?” Chuck asked smirking.
“Shut up Basstard.”
“You too Wally.” Chuck grinned at the completely annoyed Blair that he loved.
“You guys could be WaldAss.” Dan laughed stating the obvious.
“SHUT UP HUMPY!” Chuck and Blair both yelled.
Blair took a deep breath before slowly putting her rosy lips on the bottle letting it sit there for a few seconds.
“You know you’re suppose to drink it right.” Chuck ametoa maoni sarcastically.
Blair snarled before shutting her eyes throwing her head back and gulping a bit of the medicine then quickly slamming it down on the kiti, kiti cha and gasping out for air.
“EWWW! EWW EWWW! WATER! I NEED WATER!!.” She croaked from her raspy throat shaking her hands in the air, her nose and eyes scrunched up in disgust from the taste.
“I alisema I NEED WA--”
Chuck grasped her hands as he dragged her closer to him sinking in his soothing mouth on hers as she let out the slightest moan. He could feel her tense body slowly loosen up, as she got her free hand and twirled her ring finger through his messy loose hair.
Chuck was her true medicine. All that she wanted, and all that she really needed.

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“Chuuuuuuuuck!” Nate moaned to his best friend who was scrambling in the car holding a tray filled with five cups of coffee and the other hand holding sugar and cream packets.
“Where’s my coffee?!” Nate demanded through his raspy throat.
“Oh I’m sorry Nathaniel, I didn’t know I was under a time to get five cups of coffee while juggling it on my hand ” Chuck alisema sarcastically shoving the hot coffee in front of his face.
“Thanks man..” Nate mumbled taking a sip.
“Sis, Humphrey, Wally.” Chuck called handing over their coffee.
“Stop calling me Wally!” Blair demanded snatching the cup of coffee away from him taking a slow sip.
“Mhmmmm. I haven’t had something warm in so long.” Dan muffled through the cup.
“Chuuuuuuuuuuck!” Nate rang out again.
“What now!?” Chuck yelled irritated. How did he end up becoming their new bus boy?”
“Mine doesn’t have enough sugar.” Nate complained.
“Do wewe mind pouring in a sugar packet in mine?” Nate asked.
“No problem Nate, what else do I have to do for wewe anyways.’ Chuck bit out pouring in the sugar.
“Chuuuuck.” Blair called from the snuggled blankets.
“Can I have some sugar and cream in mine too?” Blair asked.
“Of course.” Chuck alisema bitterly as he whipped around pouring in the sugar and cream into her cup.
“NOO wait!” Blair screamed. But was too late.
“Whhaat?” Chuck yelled looking down at the cup.
“That’s not the non fat cream.” Blair complained.
“UGH!” Chuck yelled frustrated.
“Chuck, I’ve got to say wewe really helped them out a lot.” Serena smiled complementing him.
“Gee, thanks sis.” Chuck replied sarcastically.
“Now, if wewe don’t mind running back and getting me a chokoleti cream doughnut, that would be amazing.” Serena alisema flashing a pearly white smile.
“Don’t start with me Serena.” Chuck warned.
“Please?” She whined.
“No, even though wewe are sic---wait, you’re not even sick!” Chuck yelled at her.
“Oh I know, it’s just fun seeing wewe like this.” She giggled.
“Very funny S.” Chuck snapped
“Chuuuuuuuuuuck! Can wewe get me some more?” Nate asked.
Nate took that as a no as Chuck shot him his new signature death look.
“Never mind, I’ll just get it myself.” Nate mumbled..
“Hey Blair, if wewe want we could switch coffee. I like zaidi of a sweeter taste anyways.” Dan suggested.
“NOOO!” Chuck shot.
“She is not getting a Brooklyn disease, and I don‘t want to get it either when I‘m making out with her.” Chuck alisema firmly as his arms tightly wrapped around her neck her face smashing into his chest.
Blair scoffed a bit as she tried to untangle herself from his grasp.
“Please, there’s no worries Chuck.”
“Chuck I’ve bet you’ve already got her cold kwa now.” Dan said.
“No. I’m much stronger then Waldorf here.” Chuck laughed.
“NOOO!” Blair screamed through her croaky throat. She hated to seem weak and broken.
“OW, ears Waldorf.” Chuck alisema as he rubbed his newly deaf ears.
“I was just kidding. You’re the strongest, most beautiful women I’ve known.” Chuck whispered through her wispy hair.
“Good.” She mumbled back falling back into his chest.
“And plus, I took some vitamins and extra cold fighting medicine every time I kissed you.” He added.
“Jerk!” She laughed as she playfully hit his chest.
“Oh please do get rough on me Waldorf.” He smirked.
“You‘re really going to regret that Bass.”

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Blair was peacefully sleeping on juu of Chuck’s chest as her breath rose and fell gently to the beat of her heart. To Chuck’s surprise she was still fully clothed. Nothing was missing. Except for his own black koti, jacket that was warming her who was leaning against him. No, they didn’t have sex, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that. Sex used to be a game to him for his own pleasure and enjoyment. But sex was completely different with Blair. They didn’t need to be ripping their clothes off their back every time they kissed. It was beautiful, and was sacred that forever needed to be treasured for.
“I upendo wewe Blair.” Chuck muffled in her sweet delicate hair as he slowly let the world disappear from them in his sleep.

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I got a few maoni before saying that I use “Bass” and “Waldorf” au like “Basshole” a lot LMAO, I know I do! It’s a disease. I’m obsessed with them calling each other kwa their last names. So I tried to lower that a bit;)
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