AN: So I've had this idea in my head for a while and I finally decided to write it. I love this quote from Grey's and loved the finale of that and I just had to use the quote. This story will probably take a different turn than others. Don't know when I will update it next, I'm still thinking through some different ideas on where to go with this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl or Grey's.

"Live or die. Hero or coward. Fight or give in. I'll say it again to make sure you hear me. The human life is made up of choices. Live or die. That's the important choice. And it's not always in our hands."

Derek Shepherd, Grey's Anatomy

Episode: Death and all his friends

Blood. There was so much blood. And for once in his life Chuck Bass didn't know what to do.

Give him money or a woman any day and he would know what to do, but a gunshot wound. He had no idea.

So he lied there paralyzed on the cobblestones of Prague unable to move. Not that he was really paralyzed, he just couldn't move. He stared down the street in search for someone-anyone, but came up empty.

The streets were empty.

He was all alone.

He lowered his head to the ground and watched as his blood left his body and wound itself through the cracks in the street. He closed his eyes to rid the image from his mind for one second.

Two seconds…

Three seconds…

His eyes snapped opened and he gasped for air. 'What the hell are you doing Bass?' he thought to himself. He maneuvered his body so that he was facing the opening of the alley, the way he had come.

Fight or give in.

He knew there were people there; people who could help.

The wound didn't hurt as much as he expected but he was losing blood. He was in shock and his movements felt numb.

But he couldn't stand. He was so exhausted.

Physically.

Mentally.

Emotionally.

And so he gripped the cold stones and dragged himself out of the alley. He slithered like a snake up to a crowd of people.

Some of them screamed.

Some of them ran away.

One of them stayed.

Hero or Coward.

She was a petite woman with auburn hair. It was almost as curly as Blair's, Chuck thought. She rushed to his side and put pressure on the wound staining her hands with his blood. She was wearing a white coat which had been in pristine condition until she knelt by Chuck. The blood seeped into the fabric and climbed up the fibers making sure it made its mark. It was successful in its endeavor.

She said something, but it was lost to Chuck. Her white skin was entrancing and for a moment Chuck didn't know if she was real. She looked like an angel. And she was saving him and he was thankful.

He looked down at her hand, which was still putting pressure on his wound, and covered her hand with his as they both tried to stop the blood.

Live or die.

He looked back up to see her talking on her cell phone face away from him, maybe trying to hide her fear. She hung up and turned back to him and Chuck nearly died right then.

"Blair?" he choked out and the woman gave him a sad smile. She brushed some hair away from his forehead and nodded.

"Yes." She said softly as her voice wavered. Chuck couldn't believe his eyes. He reached up to touch her face; he had to know if she was real. His thumb ran across her cheek streaking it with red and he pulled back as if stung.

Her porcelain skin was now stained with his blood. He had ruined such a perfect thing and he hated himself.

"I'm sorry." He breathed. She shook her head as tears fell from her eyes.

"Don't be sorry. Just try to stay still. And stay awake for me." She pleaded as she saw his eyes flutter close. She breathed a sigh of relief when he opened his eyes but it pained her that she could clearly see the agony in them.

He looked at her blood stained coat and suddenly felt ashamed. He reached out to touch her arm and stained it with blood also.

"I've ruined you." He said and looked back to Blair's face.

"No sweetie you haven't." He wanted to believe her but couldn't. He had ruined everything that was Blair. From the way she looked at herself, from the way she lived.

Sweetie. Blair didn't say things like that. But he didn't care. He was dying and even now he had managed to ruin her.

He closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them her white coat was totally red. That can't be possible, he thought to himself. He blinked again but it was still red.

"What color is your coat?" he asked. She didn't answer him but only cradled his head in her hands. He didn't need to hear her answer. Either way he had ruined everything and he was paying for it.

"I'm so sorry. I love you Blair." He said weakly, hoping she would hear him.

"I love you too."

Chuck, he waited to hear but it never came.

Maybe because the next time he blinked all he saw was darkness. All he felt was emptiness. He thought he heard sirens but he couldn't be sure. He was dying, he was delusional, and in the arms of someone he loved.

Or so he thought.

I'll say it again to make sure you hear me. The human life is made up of choices. Live or die. That's the important choice.

And it's not always in our hands.

Reviews would be great! I hoped you liked this! I might continue this…