“Waldorf, 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.
He looked up, only to meet the eyes of the beautiful, but broken brunette, he loved. “Blair?”
She smiled. “I take it that you’re happy to see me, Bass.”