Blair's POV
We stayed curdled up for a while before the doctor came in. He checked a bunch of stuff and after what felt like eternity, we're finally standing outside the hospital and arguing about where I'm gonna be staying.
"You're staying with me. There no way in hell I'll let you go back to that house!"
"I'm not, okay?! The last time I did was one time too much already."
"I'm sorry about that. I was just being an ass. I had a lot going on and I took it out on you." He says and looks at the ground.
"I just...I feel like a burden."
"You don't have you. Because, you're not a burden." He cups my left cheek in his palm and kisses my forehead.
"Okay. But only for a while. I'll move out as soon as I can."
"Okay." He pulls away, helps me into car and drives off to his house. The ride to his house was silent. No words were said, but it felt nice, possibly the best I've felt years.
Now, I'm currently sitting in his living room and talking to his parents.
