Blair called Chuck and I this morning because you and a terrible, terrible hangover. I hadn't talked to you in a while and regretted it.

we take you upstairs, and Blair starts a bath for you. Chuck tries to watch her getting you unchanged, but I shut the door. I was still mad at him, but if I needed to spend a couple of minutes in a room with him so Blair could get you cleaned up, then I'll do it.

after a while, Blair calls out. "Hey, could one of you guys come help me, please?"

Chuck stands up, but I beat him to the door. "I got this,"

I walk into the bathroom. I sigh looking down at you. "hey,"