Dan Humphrey had made his way up the social chain— that was true. He had managed to pull onto the rope and climb up to the Upper East Side. Of course, he wouldn’t be able to do it without the help of Serena Van Der Woodsen, and their infamous relationship with each other that had lasted for months on end, on and off. Yet he had forgotten about her.

He had latched himself onto you— finding himself in love with you, possibly more than he ever was with Serena. You hated Serena, because of the fact that she knew you had a small liking for Dan when you had first seen him between St Jude’s and Constance, and she had managed to grip onto him and pull him in the direction of her instead. It wasn’t a big deal, considering it was around three years ago, but you were glad he chose you.

Which meant you went with him on public events, he came with you to some of the fancy parties that just increased your reputation. It was a basic sort of thing that all couples did. After all, it was a partnership.

So, of course you two were in the same car when it had been crashed into by another. Maybe it was on purpose, maybe it was an accident. Maybe people wanted you dead. You honestly weren’t too sure about what was going on with it, to be honest. You couldn’t make a guess on what truly happened.

But you both had ended up in hospital— him a little less injured than you. You had lost a lot of blood, but luckily, you managed to get a transfusion from one of your family members. You had been bedridden for a while now though, and Dan decided that it would be best if he saw you now. After all, he was still a little banged up and didn’t want you worried about him.

A knock on the room’s door caused you to glance up from your position on the bed, watching the handle moved, Dan stepping into the room so he would be able to talk to you. See you. Make sure you were okay.

“Hey.” He mumbled as he stepped in, gently closing the door behind him and walking over to you. “How are you feeling?”