I DO NOT OWN GOSSIP GIRL OR CHARACTERS!

Chuck opened his eyes, and looked at the clock, 3:15am. It has been 7 hours since he was supposed to pick Blair up for dinner. It has been 7 hours since she has opened her eyes. It has been 7 hours since she squeezed his hand. Chuck couldn't believe what he was feeling. Anything that deals with Blair turns him into a softy, and a part of him hates it, but then whenever he looks at her, he is reminded of why he stopped sleeping around.

"I love you" Chuck said.

Even in the hospital gown, Blair looked gorgeous; her hair was perfect, her skin was perfect.

Chuck was sitting in a chair, holding her hand. He hadn't left her side since the paramedics came, just like he told her. It was just the two of them, the nurse had already been in the room to check up on her, Serena and Nate both didn't answer their phones, and Eleanor was in Paris. He was all she had.

Chuck laid his head back into the chair, and told himself he was going to just doze off, just for a minute.

"Chuck.." Blair whispered without opening her eyes. Her throat burned, and she could feel the IV pulling at the crook of her elbow. Someone was holding her hand.

The hand felt heavy, but familiar. She had never experienced weakness this severe before. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe.

I cant breathe. I CANT BREATHE. Blair thought as she lay in the unfamiliar bed, not wanting to open her eyes. What have I done? Where am I? Her heart rate began to quicken, as she started to panic. The sudden increase caused her heart rate monitor to beep, startling Chuck.

"Blair?" "Blair." Chuck said as he stood up from his chair. He squeezed her hand, and used the other hand to pet her hair, Blair's heart rate immediately went down.

"Blair, it's me, Chuck," he whispered as a nurse walked in. The nurse pushed a few buttons, and walked out of the room without saying a thing to Chuck. What the fuck? He looked at the clock, 5:17am. Shit. He didn't mean to fall asleep.

Chuck turned his attention back to Blair when he felt her very weakly squeeze his hand.

"Chuck…" Blair whispered again, and this time Chuck heard her.

"Blair…" Chuck said before leaning down to kiss her forehead. "You are going to be okay, Blair. I promise."

"I…I.." Blair said, her eyes still closed.

"Shhhh.. Shh… It's okay, you don't have to say anything."

He had never seen Blair like this before. She was so vulnerable, a stark contrast from her usual confident, bossy, self. Finally she opened her big brown eyes. Chuck sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Jesus, Blair." Chuck said as he tucked a hair behind her face. "You scared the shit out of me."

Tears began to fall from Blair's eyes, and Chuck cupped her face with his hands, wiping the tears as they came. He leaned in a placed a loving kiss on her lips.

"I am so sorry," Blair said quietly.

"No, I am. I should have paid more attention," Chuck said as he looked down at his hands. "You weren't feeling like yourself and I should have listened."

"Chuck.." Blair said, her voice cracking. Chuck could hear the pain in her words and stood up from the bed ready to get the nurse. "Will you hold me?"

Chuck's body relaxed and he sat back down on the edge of the bed to take his shoes off. He removed his tie, and unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt. Blair moved off to the side of the bed as much as she could. Chuck noticed her attempt and spoke up.

"Don't go falling off the bed, Waldorf."

Blair's face lightened up, and she smiled.

"Get over here, Bass" Blair said, her voice still barely a whisper.

Chuck gently sat down on the bed, and gently positioned her so that they were both comfortably on the small hospital bed. Blair laid her head on his chest, and she felt herself relax. Chuck planted a kiss on top of her head.

They laid like this in silence for quite a while, neither one wanting to disturb the peaceful moment.

"I'm sorry Chuck" Blair finally said, her voice starting to come back.

"Don't be," Chuck said as he squeezed her a little tighter. This is the way he liked to spend his time. Blair Waldorf in his arms, how did he get so lucky?

"Where is…" Blair started before Chuck cut her off.

"Serena and Nate are off somewhere, I couldn't reach them. Eleanor is in Paris, she told me she couldn't come home this time, Blair." Chuck's voice trailed off at the end.

Blair stiffened at the mention of her mother's name. Her mom couldn't even pay attention to her when she was in the hospital?

"I sent Dorota home for the night around 1:00am, she will be back around 9:30 this morning with a few of your things. For now, it's just you and me," Chuck said, explaining the lack of visitors.

"That is fine with me," Blair stated as she snuggled in closer to Chuck. She was feeling extremely cold, and his warmth was comforting. She never wanted him to leave her.

Chuck was running circles on Blair back with the tips of his fingers. She was falling back asleep, but he was feeling more awake than ever. Or at least that is what he thought.

He felt her let out a big sigh as she fell back asleep. He mindlessly rested his chin on her head, thinking of what he was going to do next.

The next thing he knew, there was a knock at the door. Chuck opened his eyes and looked at the clock, 8:30am. Blair's doctor was standing in the door. Chuck gently pulled himself out from under Blair; she didn't wake up, she was obviously exhausted.

The two of them stepped into the hallway so they could speak without waking up Blair.

"Hello, you must be Charles Bass. From what I have read on the chart, you are going to be her caretaker? You seem a little young, may I ask where her parents are?" the doctor said as he looked Chuck up and down.

Offended by the doctor's comment, Chuck takes a step back, and sternly says, "Gone. I am all she has right now."

Noticing his anger, the doctor quickly apologizes, and continues with his instructions for Blair.

"Blair has what we call Buli…"

Chuck cuts him off, "Bulimia. I know. Just tell me how to help her."

"Well Charles, we have a few options for you." The doctor looks down at his chart and begins to read off the options. Chuck is trying to listen, but he keeps getting distracted by Blair. She is moving around in her sleep. She usually doesn't move very much, only when she has a nightmare. Usually when this happens he just pulls her in close, and the nightmare goes away. Was he asleep? Is this his nightmare?

"Mr. Bass?" Chuck is suddenly brought back to reality.

"Mr. Bass, I would like to discharge Blair today as long as she agrees to attend therapy."

"Yes, I think she will agree to that," Chuck looks into the room again; Blair is still moving in her bed. He wants to go wake her up so badly, to take away whatever is scaring her.

"Who will be taking care of her when she gets home?" The doctor asks.

"She has a maid, but other than that she lives alone…" Chuck suddenly realized how alone Blair really was. She had a lot of friends. She had him…but when all of her friends went home, after he was gone and Dorota left for the night, she was all alone in that penthouse. "I can stay with her for as long as she will allow." He says this aloud, but it was almost as though he was saying it to himself.

"Then it is settled, I will tell the nurse to get the discharge papers for you to fill out," the doctor states before walking away.

Chuck quickly goes into the room, and gets back into the small bed with Blair, pulling her in close. "Blair, Blair.. It's okay. You are okay." He holds onto her a little tighter, and she opens her eyes.

"Blair, they are letting you go home this morning," Chuck says quietly as he gently runs the back of his hand down her cheek.

"There are a few conditions though"

Blair audibly groans. I knew this was going to happen, she thought.

"First off, you have to agree to therapy. You need professional help."

A tear rolls down her face.

"Hey.. Hey" Chuck says tenderly, wiping the tear away, "Its okay, I will be there every step of the way."

She turns and kisses him weakly, still tired.

"The second thing is that you need someone to be around you 24/7." She looks up at him confused.

"A security guard...?" Blair said, not catching Chuck's hints.

"No, it means that we are going to be moving in together. The doctor and I agreed that it would be best if you had someone around for a while, just to make sure you were doing okay. I know that Eleanor wont be much help, so I offered…"

Blair cut him off, "Chuck.. you don't ha…"

"No Waldorf, I want too" Chuck smiles at her. "You know I have never asked a girl to move in with me before?"

Blair giggled, "Don't you mean you will move in with me? I don't want to leave my room!" This made Chuck smile. There was his bossy Blair.

Chuck leaned in for a kiss just as a nurse walked in. She cleared her throat and Chuck stopped just shy of Blair's lips.

"Blair?" The nurse said. "Are you ready to go home?"

"Yes, please!" Blair said happily.

"Here is your paperwork, I will be back in an hour. Feel free to get dressed so as soon as I get back you can leave!" The nurse placed the paperwork on the table in the corner. "Have Mr. Bass help you get dressed, you are a lot weaker than you think." Chuck smirked at this statement.

Blair playfully slapped his thigh, "don't even think about it, Bass".

"What?" Chuck said smiling.

"I can get dressed myself," Blair stated sternly, wanting to be independent. "Will you grab my dress?"

Chuck turned away to grab the dress, and Blair swung her legs over the edge of the bed. As Chuck turned around, Blair tried to take a step, not realizing that the nurse was telling the truth. She was extremely weak. The room starts spinning, and Blair begins to fall.

TBC…

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