This is my first Blair and Chuck story. Disclaimer: Don't own Gossip Girl. Tell me if you enjoyed it!!


Blair's POV

My head…It hurts. I try to lift my head but I can't move something is holding me down. I try and to move my leg and cut it on something sharp. I let out a yelp. I open up my eyes and see darkness. As things came into focus I began to hear screaming and yelling and I can see bright lights. I can hear sirens coming closer and closer. Next thing I know I can feel the pressure that was on my body being removed as I was getting pulled out from under the heavy object. "…Chuck…" I mutter. Paramedics are shouting at me "Ma'm? Are you okay? Can you response?" I nod whispering "Chuck". No one answers. Then all I remember is the paramedics running around me and me slowly dripping off into sleep…

I woke up to a slight snoring. My favorite night time lullaby. My remedy for my insomnia. My Chuck.

I smiled and opened up my droopy eyes and slightly turned my head and saw my Chuck slouching in an awful, tacky chair looking uncomfortable as he was trying to sleep. I took a quick glance around the room see many different flowers and balloons and those cliché get well bears from the gift shop. After a couple of minutes of silence, his phone went off. Without opening his eyes he fumbled it out of his pocket and answered it. I couldn't tell who it was. From the sound of It, it was probably someone from Bass Industries.

All he said was that "Clear my schedule for about a week" then he quickly answered yes and hung up. He groaned as he was trying to get comfortable again. I guess after a couple of seconds of failing he just sighed and stood up. Finally opening his eyes he looked straight at me. I smile and say "Hey…" A smile slowly but surely crept up on his face as he walked towards me. I loved that smile. He sit next to be on the bed and gave me a hug. I groaned a little as he brushed up against one of my bruises. He pulled back quickly "You okay?" I looked at him and his eyes were full with worry. "I'm fine just sore. Promise." I said reassuringly.

He gently grabs both sides of my face and softly kisses my lips. Needing more I pressed myself closer to him for a deeper kiss even though my body was screaming in pain. I needed him. He pulls back, very much to my dismay, "The doc said you have to keep it easy for awhile. You're banged up kind of bad." He said the last part with a hint of grimace. Trying to get my smile back from him I asked "So no sex" with my sad puppy face. He grins; I win, "No unfortunately." I frown. "Wait; are you serious because I was being completely sarcastic?" He gives me his famous Chuck Bass laugh and simply says "Seriously. Have you seen yourself?" Not quite fully understanding I look down. All I see are bruises and scratches literally covering my body. Not being able to look at myself I lay my head back staring at the ceiling. He took my hand and asked "Blair, what happened?" I look at him, and that's when it hits me. My eyes widen a little bit, "I honestly don't know…" Reality just hit me in the face.

Now looking concerned, he leans in a little closer "What where you doing in the limo in the middle of the day?" he asked. A very confused look came crashing on to my face. "I was on my way to surprise you at work cause classes let out early." I answered. "Blair you mean the world to me, you know that?" I smile and nod. "I've never been more scared in my life. I've never felt so broken. The only thing that comes close is my father dying but, like always, Blair Waldorf was there for me… but this time… this time there was no Blair Waldorf to be here for me because you were the one that needed someone to be there for you. I'm going to be here for you. I promise. I just wanted to say that you are a very strong woman and I'm not sure how you do it because I nearly broke down when I saw the one person I love the most so fragile and broken. I love you Blair Waldorf" he simply said without any hesitation.

I was in full blown tears. "Chuck, you made me the strong person I am today. You're the one person I can fully trust, in every way possible. I love you Charles Bass" I respond. We stare into each other's eyes. Smiling. At that moment the doctor walks in flipping through a chart.

"Ahh Ms. Waldorf you are wake. I'm Dr. Hawthorne how are you feeling?" he says. Tearing my eyes unwillingly away from Chucks, I answer "Okay I think. Not really feeling much." He looks at a monitor which I'm guessing is hooked up to my IV, which I just recently discovered. "Well with this dosage I would hope not. So quite frankly you are badly banged up. You had some bad internal bleeding, which was fixed with the best surgeon money can buy, thanks to Mr. Bass here." I look at Chuck with a smile and he squeezes my hand. The doctor continued "You broke some ribs, you had a slight concussion and now you are pretty banged up everywhere else. You have multiple lacerations on your legs and arms. Many contusions all over your body. You won't be moving much anytime soon. Now since you've been in recovery for 2 days you have the choice of being discharged. Only with the condition on having a home nurse for about a week. Mr. Bass here has told us you would much rather be in your home. Which can be arranged if you'd like?" I shake my head yes "That would be wonderful." He nods "I will get a nurse in here to get you ready for discharge and bring you the number to an amazing home nurse. I will be back before you leave Ms. Waldorf." "Thank you." I add before he leaves the room.

I look at Chuck "How long have I been asleep?" I asked. "Well, as soon as you came in they got you ready for surgery and you went straight there. I didn't even get to see you until after. He said the anesthesia wouldn't wear off for a good 12 hours or so. You did wake up for a little bit but you were crying and saying how much pain you were in so they gave you a higher dosage of your medication which made you sleep awhile." He looks at me with an apologetic look. I shrug "I just want to go home and lay in OUR bed." I emphasize on the 'our'. He smiles "We will be in OUR bed soon" He chuckles as he emphasizes on the 'our' making fun of me.


Okay this is the end of Chapter one! I'm pretty much done with Chapter two just making some changes here and there addin some stuff taking away some. Same ole Same ole. Tell me if you liked it!