Sick.
More drabbling. Yayyy. :]
Blair was sick.
Even with Dorota fussing over her all night she still had a runny nose, a fever, and was aching all over.
However, at the moment, all of that was forgotten. Nate was coming over and she had to look nice.
As she was rushing to put the finishing touches on her hair there was a knock at the door.
She opened her bedroom door, but Nate was no where to be seen. Instead it was Chuck, holding something behind his back.
"I heard you were ill, and I have-"
"Chuck, now is not the time for-"
"Soup?"
Blair was sick.
Even with Dorota fussing over her all night she still had a runny nose, a fever, and was aching all over.
However, at the moment, all of that was forgotten. Nate was coming over and she had to look nice.
As she was rushing to put the finishing touches on her hair there was a knock at the door.
She opened her bedroom door, but Nate was no where to be seen. Instead it was Chuck, holding something behind his back.
"I heard you were ill, and I have-"
"Chuck, now is not the time for-"
"Soup?"