[AN: Short chapter, but I thought it was cute. I hope you enjoy!]

I didn't mean it when I said I didn't love you so, I should've held you tight, I never should've let you go

The ward was quiet. The only noise was the beeping of Chuck's heart monitor, the shuffling of nurses attending the patients. I watched Chuck peacefully sleep for about three hours. Just watched. I never spoke, I never breathed heavily. I sat back in the leather chair, and I watched him rest, dream and recover. I'd asked the nurse not to let any visitors see him yet, I wanted to be alone with him. I wiped the remaining tears away from my eyes and phoned Serena. "S?" I tried to sound steady.

"OhmiGod! B! Are you okay? Is Chuck okay? What happened?"

"I'll e-explain when you get to the hospital, o-okay?"

"I'm so sorry, he'll be okay, B. He's always okay." I hung up.

I didn't know nothing, I was stupid, I was foolish, I was lying to myself

The doctor's said he had a few fractured ribs, and one had punctured his lung. He also had bruises in various places, cuts and scrapes along his carved face. He had surgery as soon as he was escorted to hospital, now he just needed to wake up. I was tired, so shattered. I'd been awake for God only knows how long, yet it seems only minutes had gone by. Please wake up. I kept thinking to myself. I couldn't bare thinking that this was my fault.

I wanted to touch him, to feel his skin against mine, to tell him he's going to be alright. My eyes were dropping, but I refused to keep them closed. Searching for even a slight movement, a flutter of an eyelid. I relaxed more, and lay back into the chair, maybe if I just rested my eyes for a few minutes...

The feeling that I'm feeling now that I don't hear your voice, or have your touch and kiss your lips 'cause I don't have a choice

-Serena-

"Excuse me," I interrupted the nurse as politely as possible. "Could you tell me where Charles Bass is located, please?" I gave her a worried smile, to try and tell her I was in a hurry.

"Ward A, bed six." She pointed to the left.

"Thank you." I started to walk quickly now, dodging the employees, trying desperately to get to Blair without disturbing anyone or causing a fuss. Bed four, bed five, bed six. Trust Chuck to have a private room. I knocked, to make sure. With no answer, I opened it and rushed in. "Oh Bla-" I went to say, when I realised, her and Chuck were both fast asleep. Blair's hand clenched around his, still tensed, even though I could tell she was asleep. I wanted to take a picuture of this moment, minus the bruises, the scratches, the hospital. I wanted to take a picuture of them both, peaceful, protective, loving. As they lay there, hand in hand in silence, I realised. They are meant to be together.

People don't believe in fate, they question destiny, but these two people, who have hurt, loved, lied, denied, cried, everything. They are meant for each other. I kissed Blair's forehead, and walked out of the door smiling.

Oh, what I wouldn't give to have you lying by my side, right here, 'cause baby, we belong together