In Your Arms, Here I Lay - Chapter One
“She’s going to be okay, right?” He was practically screaming at the doctor.
“Mr. Bass, please calm down,” the doctor tried to reassure him.
“Calm down? toi want me to calm down? How the fuck am I supposed to calm down when the l’amour of my life is laying in a comatose?” he asked angrily.
“Please, Mr. Bass. I assure you, we’ll try to do everything we can. Just please, calm down.”
Chuck took a deep breath. “If anything happens to her, I assure you, I will hunt toi down; kill toi with my bare hands. So don’t just fucking stand there, do something! Take tests, x-rays, just help her, god damn it!”
The doctor nodded, and left.
Chuck was pissed, angry, mad…but most importantly, he was scared and afraid that he would lose Blair. Please don’t take her away from me. Please, God. Don’t take her away from me. I need her. She consumes me. She knows me better than I know myself. I l’amour her. Please, God. Don’t take the l’amour of my life away from me. I’m begging you. Chuck didn’t care if he was crying, ou even sobbing. All that mattered to him now was whether Blair was going to be okay ou not.
“Mr. Bass?” Chuck looked up to see a nurse standing a few feet in front of him.
“Ms. Waldorf’s stable, but she’s still unconscious. She should be awake in about 10 hours ou so.”
Chuck, without hesitation, said, “What room is she staying in?”
“904.”
As soon as the nurse had told him the room number, he left to find Blair, quicker then toi could say ‘hello’.
Two minutes later, he was standing in front of the door of 904, not knowing what he should say when he entered. Tell her those three words, idiot, a voice in his head told him. No. Don’t say anything. Don’t even go in that room. toi don’t care about her. And toi most definitely don’t l’amour her, another voice said. Chuck knew the first voice in his head was right; he had to tell her those three words. The seconde voice, on the other hand, was dead wrong. He cared about Blair; he loved her. She was the l’amour of his life. She was Blair Waldorf, and he was Chuck Bass. They were Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck. They were meant for each other. It was fate, destiny…the truth. She didn’t belong with Nate. She never has, and she never will.
He opened the door slowly, preparing himself to see her in the state and condition he knew she was in. There she was, lying on the hospital bed. Her head was wrapped in a bandage, her leg in a cast. But still, she looked perfect to him.
“Waldorf,” he started out, choking. “I need toi to wake up. I know what I a dit and did earlier was wrong, but I…I…I l’amour you, Blair. And I don’t know whether I’ll have the guts to tell toi this later, but I do, Blair. I l’amour you.” Tears fell down his cheek, as he held her hand in his, not letting go for a second.
“I l’amour toi too,” a weak voice replied from the bed.
A/N: I'm not exactly sure when to make this take place. 2x04 after she's dethroned, ou 1x13 after Chuck's heartbreaking speech. Anyways, hope toi liked it! Reviews are my love!
The suivant chapter will be a flashback of what happened to Blair.
“She’s going to be okay, right?” He was practically screaming at the doctor.
“Mr. Bass, please calm down,” the doctor tried to reassure him.
“Calm down? toi want me to calm down? How the fuck am I supposed to calm down when the l’amour of my life is laying in a comatose?” he asked angrily.
“Please, Mr. Bass. I assure you, we’ll try to do everything we can. Just please, calm down.”
Chuck took a deep breath. “If anything happens to her, I assure you, I will hunt toi down; kill toi with my bare hands. So don’t just fucking stand there, do something! Take tests, x-rays, just help her, god damn it!”
The doctor nodded, and left.
Chuck was pissed, angry, mad…but most importantly, he was scared and afraid that he would lose Blair. Please don’t take her away from me. Please, God. Don’t take her away from me. I need her. She consumes me. She knows me better than I know myself. I l’amour her. Please, God. Don’t take the l’amour of my life away from me. I’m begging you. Chuck didn’t care if he was crying, ou even sobbing. All that mattered to him now was whether Blair was going to be okay ou not.
“Mr. Bass?” Chuck looked up to see a nurse standing a few feet in front of him.
“Ms. Waldorf’s stable, but she’s still unconscious. She should be awake in about 10 hours ou so.”
Chuck, without hesitation, said, “What room is she staying in?”
“904.”
As soon as the nurse had told him the room number, he left to find Blair, quicker then toi could say ‘hello’.
Two minutes later, he was standing in front of the door of 904, not knowing what he should say when he entered. Tell her those three words, idiot, a voice in his head told him. No. Don’t say anything. Don’t even go in that room. toi don’t care about her. And toi most definitely don’t l’amour her, another voice said. Chuck knew the first voice in his head was right; he had to tell her those three words. The seconde voice, on the other hand, was dead wrong. He cared about Blair; he loved her. She was the l’amour of his life. She was Blair Waldorf, and he was Chuck Bass. They were Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck. They were meant for each other. It was fate, destiny…the truth. She didn’t belong with Nate. She never has, and she never will.
He opened the door slowly, preparing himself to see her in the state and condition he knew she was in. There she was, lying on the hospital bed. Her head was wrapped in a bandage, her leg in a cast. But still, she looked perfect to him.
“Waldorf,” he started out, choking. “I need toi to wake up. I know what I a dit and did earlier was wrong, but I…I…I l’amour you, Blair. And I don’t know whether I’ll have the guts to tell toi this later, but I do, Blair. I l’amour you.” Tears fell down his cheek, as he held her hand in his, not letting go for a second.
“I l’amour toi too,” a weak voice replied from the bed.
A/N: I'm not exactly sure when to make this take place. 2x04 after she's dethroned, ou 1x13 after Chuck's heartbreaking speech. Anyways, hope toi liked it! Reviews are my love!
The suivant chapter will be a flashback of what happened to Blair.
Tragedy of revelation.
Pour Your Heart Out Blair!
