Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl.
Beep
Beep
Beep
Went the monitor. Blair Waldorf sat in her hospital bed, a freshly cut apple on the plate on her lap. She starred at the carefully divided fruit in front of her.
It reminded her of her heart. The segments belonging to only a handful of trusted family and friends; it was shattered. Split right up the middle.
It wasn't fair, she thought in defiance. We finally had it right!
Chuck's certain words of their future together swam through her mind. Echoes of his smile, the only time she had ever seen him smile properly, still burned behind her eye lids.
It had been taken away.
Blair knew that Chuck may never wake up and that if he did; he wouldn't ever be the same again.
The damage had been to grate for him to be ok, was the words Nate had mumbled to her through tear-filled eyes.
And Nate never cried. So it must really be bad.
Serena's empty word of reassurance flew over her head. Chuck would never be ok, so Blair would be forever broken as well.
She hadn't even checked the tabloids.
She knew that the whole world knew that she and Chuck had been together in that damned town car. The pictures the paparazzi took at the seen was evidence enough of that.
Blair hated the way that in her final moments of consciousness before the unbearable pain sent her to sleep, the cameras kept flashing.
Flash
Click
Flash
Never stopping, an endless world of bright lights and the reporters frantic voices crying: 'Make sure you get a good headshot!'
No concern for the bleeding girl wrapped around the slowly dying man. No pause for thought about the child carried in Blair's womb.
Oh God the child.
And Blair had felt ashamed that her thoughts first turned to Chuck when she awoke, rather than the health of her unborn child.
But then she didn't care anymore.
Because without Chuck Bass, Blair Waldorf would cease to exist.
Like a flame without oxygen: simply sputter out.
That's the way it had always been between them. For all the schemes, blackmail and heartbreak between them, the love they held for each other would never fade.
Because he was Chuck Bass and she was Blair Waldorf.
And no flashy Monaconian prince was about to change that.
A car crash certainly wouldn't either.
So all Blair could do was wait. The monotonous beeping of the heart monitor keeping her company as her soul mate lay dying in some surgery room down the hall.
A/N- This episode was so sad! I couldn't help but write this. Chair is my favourite pairing (though I'm an avid Duck fan as well!) and I feel so bad for them, they deserve happiness.