"Blair..."
One word, that's all...just a word...
"...Blair..."
Made up of five letters, letters that should mean nothing to him.
"Wake up..."
But they mean everything, those letters make up the only word that can affect him in ways he doesn't understand...
"Come on Blair, please..." he begged, as he rested the cold wet towel over her forehead.
No response
He turned his head away from her small form on the bed, trying to keep his emotions in check
"Please wake up..."
Blair regained consciousness on Chuck Bass' bed. The first thing she saw was his face and realized something was not right. His cheeks usually flushed with color were pale and his eyes usually calm and collected were unusually bright. The look on his face however spoke volumes, fear was written all over him and at this realization she trembled, she had never seen Chuck Bass look so afraid.
Feeling the small hand underneath his tremble, he instantly turned around and froze. He couldn't bring himself to look at her, not yet, so he focused on her chest. The rising and the falling, the steady rhythm of her breathing.
"C-Chuck?..."
It was her voice, it was her voice calling his name that made him look up at her, into her eyes. They were duller than ever before, almost as if the light had been sucked out of them, and he worried.
She gasped and his hand tightened on hers. The way he looked at her, she couldn't help it, it stirred something within her. He looked like he cared...like he cared about her. She liked the feel of his hand on hers, and she almost let out another gasp when she felt it tighten, it almost like he was afraid she was hurt.
"A-Are you okay?" He couldn't keep his voice from wavering.
She sounded like she was in pain and he felt useless, maybe he should've taken her directly to the doctor.
Her eyes began to water and she felt at a loss for words.
"I...I..."
She looked up at him pleading with her eyes for him to have an answer.
He couldn't do this...he couldn't give her the answer she wanted. He had no clue, was she okay? He thought she was but that was before.
"C-Chuck?" He saw fresh tears make their way into her eyes.
Again she called out to him.
"...Chuck?" She was okay, he reasoned. She was fine up until fifteen minutes ago. They had been arguing, he couldn't remember what
about. He'd be surprised if he could remember anything that happened that day other than the look she had on her face when in the
middle of all their screaming and yelling he had said that he was done, done with being with her, done with loving her, done with all of
it. He had said she could keep the suite, and as he stormed toward the door he said he'd be back for all his stuff later. He was
determined, he was sick of all the fighting that had been going on recently between them. She was becoming impossible to live with,
starting fights over the smallest of things, overreacting at everything he said and making him wonder whether she was purposefully
pushing him away. Just as he reached for the doorknob he heard her voice, but it was almost like it wasn't hers, through the tears and
the sobs she managed to say"N-No...don't leave me..." It was the way she said it that made him turn around and what he saw made
his heart catch in his throat.