Doing something different in this chapter, ive done the points of view for both Chuck and Blair instead of writing it as third person.
Hope you enjoy it!
Blair's POV
Being pulled into a tight embrace I rested my head against the side of his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin and comfort of his arms I just melted into him.
All I could feel was his breath against the nape of my neck, sending my whole body shivering and my stomach fluttering.
As that and the mixture of his alluring scent and the electricity between us deepen, I had honestly never felt it quite so intense between us.
It blacked out everyone around us as if we were the last two people on earth, it was mesmerising.
In that moment I had honestly never been happier.
I suddenly got snapped out of the trance I was in by an almighty screech of car tires. I instantly turned my head to see a massive beam of light meeting my gaze momentarily. Before I could react I was being pushed by Chuck away from the direct contact of the car.
Stumbling to the left of him, the corner of the car struck me sideways anyway sending me into a 360 spin.
Hitting the pavement head first I was knocked out instantly.
Chucks POV
My whole body shook as I took in a deep breath and I regained consciousness.
Laying there with my face against the cold, wet pavement I suddenly remembered what had just transpired.
Blair was my instant thought. Where was she? She would be right here next to me, unless something's happened. Is she okay? I had to try and find her.
My whole body ached and was overcome with searing pain, I couldn't even make out where. It wasn't like when I got shot, this was different. I felt different...and it wasn't in a good way.
Managing to move my head up, I could just see her lying there...motionless. Shit, Blair! I thought, as I gazed at her hoping she would make some sort of movement.
She didn't.
I didn't push her that hard did I? What if I did, I couldn't live with myself if I had done this to her or the... Oh my god, the baby. The fact she was pregnant had slipped my mind completely. Please say she hadn't lost the baby, please!
Just the thought of it was making me feel physically sick. If I had caused her to miscarry I could never forgive myself.
"Blair" I uttered as the pain in my chest became unbearable.
"Hey, you okay?" A panic-stricken man said as he crouched down beside me with his phone in his hand, his head bleeding profusely. He must be the driver I thought to myself.
"I'm fine can you go and check on Blair please?" I said looking over to her.
"Of course" He replied moving over to her.
As I just laid there all I could do was watch on as this man above her on the phone, tried to wake her up. It was killing me that all I could do was lay there and pray she would wake up.
"Come on Blair, wake up...please!" I begged, feeling myself slowly losing it and on the verge of breaking down.
Moments ago I was holding her in my arms ready to spend the rest of my life with her and now she was lying there fighting for her life...and it was my fault.
"Is she okay?" I said with stuttered breath as it began to rain.
"I don't know... she's still unconscious and her head looks in a bad way..." The man replied, clearly shaken up as he looked back down at her.
As the rain continued I could see the blood trickle down my face, dripping from my nose and covering my hand.
Hearing the sound of the sirens I became somewhat relieved at the fact we were finally about to get some help.
"Hi, what's your name?" The paramedic asked rushing over to me.
"I'm Chuck Bass" I managed to reply as breathing became even more unbearable.
Turning me over, I screamed in agony as the pain shot though my whole body. As they injected me with some morphine and placed an oxygen mask on me I could feel myself able to breathe easier.
"Blair...she's...pregnant" I uttered though my mask, still unable to breathe properly.
"That girl over there" The paramedic said looking over to her briefly as I nodded. As she strapped a neck brace around me and continued to check me over.
The next couple of minutes were a blur. I wasn't sure if it was the morphine they had given me, or the realisation that I might lose Blair that had made me go into a paralyzed type state of mind.
Staring at the roof of the ambulance, everything was so faint, I could barely hear anything. The paramedic was speaking to me about my injuries but I couldn't make out what she was saying, all I wanted to know was if Blair was okay.
My eyes began fluttering as I became drowsy from another dose of morphine "Blair...Is..Blair" I managed to utter in almost a whisper before I fell asleep.
Thankfully it wasn't long before I seen her again. As I woke up, I was lying beside her in the emergency room as she lay there still unconscious.
Glancing over at her, I couldn't take my eyes away for a second. Her right hand was resting on top of her bump and the other just dangled down lifeless.
Reaching out I tried to grab her hand, needing some sort of touch, anything to show her I was there. This couldn't be the end, we can't be over... not like this! I thought to myself as I began caressing her fingers in mine.
"Please, please don't leave me Blair" I uttered though my oxygen mask. Tears began to fill my eyes, as she became more blurred by the second.
Feeling the grip of her hand loosen and break away I was devastated, as I began to feel the stretcher beneath me move all i could do was look on as we grew further apart.
Just as heartbreaking as the show right now, especially after Mondays episode :(, but as i said in the previous chapter it will get alot lighter.
Let me know what you think, positive or negative! R/R
