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After sprinting, yes Blair Waldorf sprinted in her pink with yellow polka-dot pyjamas and fluffy pick slippers (because she can totally work it and has been wearing some monstrosities to bed since she and Chuck broke up, considering there was no-one to impress), down Fifth Avenue and to Lenox hill hospital. She arrived and asked a member of staff which room Chuck was in.

10 minutes later, she strode out of the elevator, looking as graceful as one could in her current attire. Dr. Richards walked out with Chuck's medical file, suppressing a laugh as he found that the voice that had disciplined him that same hour belonged to this person.

"Miss Waldorf" He greeted trying to remember that this was a serious matter and she ran here in her distress for a man she may still love but didn't realise it until it was too-

"So… where's the pain in the ass that dragged me out of my bed at 3am in the bloody morning?" She inquired in a painfully and eerily calm voice.

"Right this way miss Waldorf, he is still unconscious, however as you can see here his heart is still beating and he was still breathing when we found him and does not need any help with that. You can call all family members and friends in the morning as visiting hours have not started until 5. However, someone should stay with him at all times. It will be nurses for other nights until he wakes up but you are free to stay for the rest of the morning." He explained, leaving the room so she could be alone with the patient.

"Hey Chuck, I know it sounds ridiculous talking to someone in a coma but I saw it in a Audrey Hepburn movie and when Audrey's right, she's right." She let out a humourless laugh before continuing. "I know you probably wish this was Eva here, her being the love of your life and all but I'll call her in the morning, I promise. After I call Nate and Lilly of course. And Serena. And Eric. Maybe Dan. But then I'll call her, I promise."

Her hand reached out to grab his, just to feel something of his, feel like he was still there.

"Oh look, Chuck and Blair holding hands, to bad there's not a DVD player somewhere, we could do Chuck and Blair going to the movies." She continued in a monotone, her gaze shifting around the room, "Well there is a TV, want to watch some?" She looked at him expectantly before shaking her head. "I'm going crazy. But as long as I know you won't remember this when you wake up I feel comfortable in knowing that you won't remember this when you wake up, there is something I've been wanting to tell you since I saw you in Paris. I love you Chuck Bass and you can't die on me."

She held her breath and suddenly looked as white as a ghost as if anticipating the reaction that would never come. She knew he wouldn't remember this and she felt comfort in the fact that nothing would be final from this, but she also felt a pull at her heart knowing that he thinks she has fallen out of love with him (as if that were possible) and that in some cruel twist of fate he had fallen out of love with her instead. He had still acted like that broken-hearted little boy in Paris likewise in April when they broke up for the first time that year. But as soon as he brought Eva back to New York it was as clear as day that he didn't have the slightest feelings for her. Maybe it's just a game, an elaborate scheme to win her back, or maybe he was choosing to call there time together insignificant to hurts her.

Whatever it was it still hurt.

A tiny droplet fell from her left eye, though she quickly caught it before a passing nurse or doctor could notice its unwelcomed presence. The last thing she needed is someone's pity.

An hour later Blair woke up, her head on his chest and their fingers entwined. She had a faint trace of a smile on her face remembering days she use to wake up like this with their limbs twisted together and faces pressed close together. Sometimes she would wake up with Chuck staring down at her adoringly or visa versa if she had woken up first.

She continued talking to him for a while longer until she realised that it was 4:38, visiting hours would start soon and this short bliss will be over, Eva will know and will come and nurse him back to health. Again. Cue the annoyed and pissed off eye-roll.

She slowly went to remove her hand from his, not before whispering the three word sentiment she knew she might never be able to again.

As she retracted her hand from his as gently as possible, she found that his grip had tightened. No, that was impossible; she was just too reluctant to let go.

She tried again and felt a very small squeeze of her hand.

"I'm going crazy, I really am." She mused. "Well then, sleeping beauty what's it going to take to wake you up? Hey don't give me that look buddy, I am not kissing you if it's the last thing I do. Ah what the hell, you won't remember this and your unconscious so it's not like you can kiss back."

With that she gave him a quick peck on the lips before detangling herself to call Eva, Lilly and Nate. She realised the time was 4:52 and no-one would get here in time for 5am but they would be as soon as they could.

"What a way to wake up." A familiar drawl from behind her said. "Don't look so surprised Waldorf, its just me, and while I love your bold attire you look so much better when your wearing nothing."

A/N: Still not as long as I would like but this is where it broke off, otherwise it would be going on for a veryyyyyyyyyyy long time. The next chapter will be longer I promise. Thank you for all the people who reviewed it was really appreciated!