Lily's Will
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl in anyway, and right now, I'm okay with that. Chuck and Blair are finally together!! Everyone rejoice!!
Chapter 11
"I'm a nurse at St. Joseph's Medical center. You were listed as his emergency contact, Charles Bass has been in an accident."
"Wha-what?", said Blair into her phone, not quite believing her.
"I said Charles Bass has been in an accident, could you please come down to—"
"I'll be there as soon as I can", she said as her heart raced and her mind filled with gory scenes of Chuck all bloodied, unconscious.
She snapped her phone shut and threw it in her bag.
"Bad news?", asked Debbie concerned.
"Of course it is Deborah, look at her face", said Leticia reaching out to her. "Are you okay?"
"Uh yes, I'm fine. I just—I have to go, that was St. Joseph's Medical Center my—", she stopped, what was Chuck to her?
"Oh, it's her husband, it has to be, look how pale she is. Wait right here", said Leticia standing up.
She watched her walk away but she couldn't sit still. She had to get there, she just had to.
She got up then quickly rushed to the sandbox and lifted William out.
He instantly protested, kicking his legs and starting to cry.
"Shh, William, we'll come back another day, we have to go now", she said as she placed him in the stroller.
She started pushing the stroller, hastily making her way out of the park.
"Blair!", she looked to the side and saw Leticia in front of a car. She walked up to her and said, "I really have to go. It was nice meeting both of you. Maybe we can have lunch together some—"
"Stop with the pleasantries. I know the two crazy women you've just met are the last thing you want to deal with right now."
Blair gave a half smile then Leticia continued, "This is my car. Tell the driver where you want to go and he'll take you."
Blair's eyes widened, "No, I couldn't possibly impose—"
"It's no imposition. I wouldn't feel right letting you leave in the state you're in. You'd probably walk into traffic, and I can't have that on my conscious, no, I'll leave with Debbie."
Blair smiled and said, "How could I possibly repay you?"
Letty smiled while taking out a card from her bag, then said, "You can repay me by giving me a call and letting me know how everything went."
Blair took the card and said, "Thank you, I will."
Blair watched as Leticia walked back into the park, then she bent down undoing the clasp of the stroller and lifting William out.
She hoped Dorota was still at the apartment, she didn't want to waste anymore time than she had to. She had to get to Chuck.
Oh god, don't let it be bad, was her only thought as the car door shut after her.
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Blair rushed into the hospital. It had been almost an hour since the call to her cell-phone. She had dropped William off with Dorota then came as quickly as she could.
Had she wasted crucial time? She shook her head as she banished the thoughts.
She briskly made her way to the front desk. "Hello, I'm Blair Waldorf, a nurse called my cell-phone about an hour ago telling me that Charles Bass had been in an accident. Can you tell me how he is?"
She watched the woman type something in her computer, then turned to her.
"Are you a spouse or a relative?"
Blair frowned, "No but—"
"Then I'm sorry, that kind of information can only be given to family members or spouses."
"But you don't understand", she said as her temper and desperation rose.
"I understand perfectly. You're a friend, but its hospital policy, we can't release that information. Now, if you come back with a relative or his wife. I can tell you his status."
His status? Her heart stopped, "Just tell me, please tell me is he—", her eyes welled up and her voice broke as she asked, "Is he dead?"
The nurse looked apologetically at her and said, "I'm sorry, I can't disclose that infor—"
"Then what good are you?", said Blair angrily as a tear escaped her eyes.
She stepped away from her and turned around. She would have to go get Eric. She would come back with him, find out how Chuck was, and then get 'Miss Front Desk' fired.
His status, she thought while walking down a corridor. He can't be dead, he can't be, she kept chanting silently. He's Chuck Bass, he was—is too stubborn to die, she reassured herself.
He couldn't leave again. He couldn't, he was supposed to be there for he—for his brother. He was supposed to help her face the social worker, they were supposed to raise Will together.
"He's not dead", she choked out as she was blindly turning a corner. She suddenly looked up and saw a doctor talking with a nurse.
"Nurse McGuire, please prep room 206, patient's name is Charles Bass, we need to—"
Blair heart accelerated and she rushed up to him. "Did you say Charles Bass?"
"Yes, I did", said the doctor frowning at her. "Are you a relative?"
Blair looked away. She couldn't risk him not letting her see Chuck. She looked up and said, "Yes, I'm his wife."
"Well", said the doctor smiling. "I'm Dr. Harrison, why don't you accompany me to your husband's room?"
"So he's not dead?", asked Blair needing to hear the answer, while walking with him.
"No, of course not", said Dr. Harrison, "Did they tell you tha—"
"No, they didn't tell me anything", said Blair exhaling deeply. She hadn't realized how anxious she really was until that moment, and right now, she was too wound up to contemplate the reasons why.
"Can you tell me what happened?", she asked while wiping her tears away.
"He was brought in an ambulance about two hours ago unconscious. He—"
"But is he alright now?"
"Yes, he's awake and alert, no need to panic", he said in a comforting tone. "As I was saying, he was brought in after he suffered a head injury in a car accident."
"A car accident?", said Blair disbelievingly. "His limo driver crashed the car?", she asked almost to herself.
"No, I was informed that Mr. Bass was the one operating the vehicle, intoxicated."
"Intoxicated?", exclaimed Blair. She would kill him. She didn't care. She would add to the injuries he already had. "He was driving? He hardly ever drives. Why would he take the limo?"
"Those are questions you'll have to ask your husband yourself. This is his room, he should be awake, though I have to warn you he's been—irritable", said Dr. Harrison stopping in front of a door.
Oh, he's really going to feel irritable when she was through with him, thought Blair as she followed the doctor into the room.
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"I've brought something that will make you feel better, Mr. Bass", said Dr. Harrison walking into the room.
"What do you want now?", said Chuck sourly. "I think I've been poked and prodded enough. What I want is to be discharged or a better room. I donate enough money to this hovel and I expect to be accommodated accordingly."
"I've brought your wife, Mr. Bass", said the doctor ignoring his outburst as he picked up his chart from the foot of the bed and began scanning over it.
"My wife?", said Chuck picking his aching head off the pillow.
"You don't remember your wife?", said the doctor concerned. "Maybe the hit to your head was more severe than we thought."
Chuck looked over as Blair walked into the room and his eyes narrowed, gleaming towards her. "No, I do remember my wife."
"Then why the hesitation?", asked the doctor approaching his bed and touching the gash on his head, after donning latex gloves.
He winced then looked at Blair as she shifted gazes from the doctor to him tentatively.
"We're newlyweds and it just surprises me everyday how fortunate I am to have her. Chuck smirked as he continued. "So, honey, I must have given you quite a scare, don't you want to come greet me properly?"
Blair glared at Chuck, "I wouldn't want to embarrass the doctor, honey", she said tightly.
"Oh, I'm sure the doctor doesn't mind, do you doc?"
He watched the doctor look skeptically between them then said, "No, I don't mind at all. It's only natural that you would want to—"
"See, dear, the doctor doesn't mind, why don't you come over here and kiss me? It seems like forever since I've…. tasted you."
The doctor cleared his throat, "Maybe I'll just give you both a moment of privacy then come back to reassess your injuries", he said as he walked away from his bedside and threw the gloves in a trash bin labeled bio-hazard.
"Yes", said Blair speaking up quickly. "I would be grateful for a moment of pri—"
"No, doc, it's okay. This will only take a second", said Chuck looking at the doctor. He shifted his gaze and his eyes locked with Blair's, "Mrs. Bass? Are you going to make the doctor wait indefinitely?"
He watched Blair walk stiffly towards him and his grin widened despite the pain he was in.
Blair looked at him warily then bent her head to kiss his cheek but he was having none of it. He turned his head at the last moment and captured her lips in a swift kiss.
Blair gasped as her lips made contact with Chuck's. She hastily tried to pull her head back but before she could stop him, Chuck wrapped his hand around her neck keeping her in place.
His lips brushed over hers coaxing a response she refused to give. She couldn't give in. Her heart pounded and her hands shook in a tight fist with the effort to stay immobile.
The feel of his mouth against hers had nothing to do with her trembling hands she told herself. His tongue brushed against her lips and she unconsciously sighed as her resistance faltered.
Before she knew it, she was granting him access and responding. Her lips brushed over his hungrily, once, twice, as if two years hadn't passed. As if all the hurt, all the lies, all the words, had never been said.
She heard him moan as his other hand ran up her arm caressingly and reality came crashing down on her.
She tried to pull away to no avail. In a desperate attempt to break free she bit down on his lip, hard.
She heard him curse and pull away.
She straightened and put an unstable hand against her mouth trying to wipe the taste of him off her lips, without success.
She gave him a hard look and he grinned at her. "I've told you before, if you want to play rough, all you have to do is ask."
The doctor cleared his throat again and Blair turned a flushed cheek towards him. Before she could utter an apology for their behavior, Chuck spoke up.
"I'm sorry doc. We got carried away. We usually don't let anyone play the spectator, although", said Chuck smirking while rubbing his lip, "There was that one time when—"
"Chuck!", said Blair not wanting him to continue. She was already mortified over what had transpired. "We've made Dr. Harrison uncomfortable as it is."
"Whatever you say, Mrs. Bass", said Chuck derisively.
Blair rolled her eyes and faced the doctor once more. "You were about to go over his injuries?"
"Yes", said Dr. Harrison, "He suffered a concussion, a laceration to the crown of his head—that will be stitched up momentarily", he interjected, "A bruised rib, and finally, as you can see, few minor cuts and bruises. All in all I would say he is very lucky to be alive."
Blair's face frowned in fury. "Was there anyone else hurt? Did he crash into anyone?"
"No, I didn't", said Chuck in a clipped tone.
"No, luckily his lapse in judgment didn't turn into a tragedy. I was informed that he crashed into a telephone pole."
"You idiot", said Blair not able to control her anger any longer. "Do you know what could have happened? Do you? Of course you don't", said Blair not letting him answer. "You never think about anyone else but yourself. What about William? Did you forget you had him waiting for you at home?", she asked throwing his words back in his face.
"No, I didn't forget about William", he said in a dark tone. "He is the reason I was trying to get back home."
"You have a son?", asked Dr. Harrison trying to relieve the tension and stop the arguing.
Blair opened her mouth to answer, but yet again, Chuck beat her to it.
"Yes we do, so modern of us, isn't it? I knocked her up before getting married. Our son is nearly one and half. I figured it was about time I made an honest woman out of her", he said mockingly.
Blair pursed her lips and said, "Dr. Harrison, could you give us a moment?"
The doctor gave them a wary look then said, "I'll be back in ten minutes with the nurse to stitch up that gash."
"I'll be waiting in anticipation", said Chuck dryly.
Blair watched the doctor walk out then she turned to him.
"I don't want to hear it", he said curtly.
"I don't care. You're going to sit there and listen to everything I've got to say."
"Oh, so you're not going to run out this time?"
"Don't you dare talk about running out to me. That's you. That's all you've ever done."
"Why don't you leave? Why are you even here?", he asked tersely.
"You tell me, why am I here?", asked Blair crossing her arms in front of her.
"I haven't a clue. I thought, since I'm so soulless and damaged, you would be thrilled to be rid of me once and for all."
"You may be heartless but I'm not. I may be angry with you, I may even hate you but I would never wish your death."
"How comforting", he said sardonically.
Blair's eyes narrowed, she had had enough. "You want to know why I'm here? It's because they called me. So, Chuck, I should be asking you, why would you put a lying bitch as your emergency contact?"
He didn't reply and she glared at him. "What? Have I finally rendered Chuck Bass speechless?"
"No", he said in a low tone. "I didn't know they would call you."
"If you write my name in the little box labeled 'In case of an emergency', what do you think they were going to do if you were in an accident?"
"I forgot they put you down as my emergency contact."
"They, whose they?"
"My lawyers. If something were to happen to me, you're my beneficiary."
"What?", said Blair disbelievingly. "I'm your, your….you mean I get everything if you die?"
"Kind of makes you wish I was dead now, doesn't it?"
"No", said Blair trying to let that piece of information sink in. "Why, why would you leave everything to me?"
He looked away from her and said, "Because you would have William. I wanted to make sure he was taken care of."
"But you could have just left it all to him", she reasoned.
"No, that kind of money corrupts, I should know. I knew if I left it to you, you would make sure he….wouldn't make all the same mistakes I made."
Tears filled her eyes and she looked away. She hadn't seen Chuck this sincere since she had brought him down from the rooftop, in what seemed like a lifetime ago.
She took a breath, blinked her tears away, then said, "We can't keep on like this."
"What are you talking about?"
"All the arguing and the fighting. If we continue the way we have been it will only end up hurting William, and you and I both know, we don't want that."
"No, we don't", he said. "I want him to have a better childhood than I did."
"And he will, but only if we learn to bury the past and move on."
"Fine."
"What?"
"I said fine."
"That's it?"
"You said you didn't want to argue anymore and I don't either. It's suddenly become old. I've lost the taste for it."
Blair looked at him, clearly shocked. "Well, that's, that's—"
"What?", he teased. "Have I finally rendered Blair Waldorf speechless?"
She gave a half smile and said, "I'm glad. William will be better off because of it."
"I'm sure he will be."
"God", she groaned. "What could have possessed you?"
"Well that lasted a whole thirty seconds. I thought we weren't going to argue anymore."
"I'm not arguing but what possessed you to take the limo? You never drive."
"My driver was nowhere in sight and I wanted to get back home."
"But you were intoxicated. You could have killed yourself or worse, killed someone else."
"I know Blair, don't you think I know that? It's not something I'm proud of."
"But why couldn't you wait until your driver appeared?"
"I didn't want to wait. I thought I was sober enough to take the wheel, obviously I wasn't."
Blair put her head in her hands. "What are we going to do now?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you forgetting about the social worker Chuck? She's monitoring us. As soon as she finds out about this, she may want to take William away from us."
"That won't happen."
"How do you know?"
"I've paid to fix the telephone pole myself and I also have a few friends at the forty-first precinct. This won't go on any records."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Of course I am, now could you please call the doctor? I want to go home. If I have to stare at these four white sterile walls for much longer, I might just go insane."
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"Dorota! We're home!", Blair shouted while she walked into the living room with Chuck limping in behind her.
Dorota walked into the room with William in her arms. She looked disapprovingly at Chuck and said, "So you not dead?"
Chuck smirked and said, "It's good to see you too."
"Hi William", said Blair reaching for the boy. He instantly smiled and outstretched his arms towards her.
"Hi sweetheart", she said as she kissed him on the head. "Did you miss me?", she asked smiling into his little face.
William reached up and put both hands on her cheek, then promptly leaned in and kissed her mouth.
Blair smiled tenderly at him while her eyes watered. It was the first time William had done anything like that.
"Good job Will."
Blair looked at Chuck in a scowl, "You did not teach him that, did you?"
Chuck gave a half smile and said, "No, I was reserving that lesson for a few years from now, but I should have known better. He's a Bass, having women bend to his every whim is in his blood."
Blair didn't get a chance to reply, the doorbell rang interrupting them.
Blair sighed. "Let's just hope it isn't the social worker. I don't think I'll be able to deal with her today, and what excuse would we give her for your appearance?"
"Mr. Nate and Mr. Eric", said Dorota coming back into the room with a small suitcase.
"Well, my day is just getting better and better", muttered Chuck.
She looked over at him. Maybe it was about time she told Chuck the truth. If they were really going to leave the past in the past, then there shouldn't be anymore lies.
"What's all this?", said Chuck looking at Eic and Nate with boxes in their hands.
"I'm moving in. Blair said you were okay with it", said Eric trailing off and shifting his gaze between Blair and him.
Blair looked pleadingly at Chuck then he turned his gaze back to Eric.
"She did tell me. I just, I forgot. I was in an accident and some things are still a little hazy."
"What?", said both Eric and Nate in unison.
"I was in a car accident", said Chuck ignoring their incredulous gazes.
"Why didn't anyone call me? I'm your brother. I could have been there."
"It wasn't serious", said Chuck nonchalantly.
"Wasn't serious?", said Eric coming closer to him and taking in his appearance.
"Look at you, you're all bruised and are those stitches?"
"Since when do you drive?", asked Nate glancing at Chuck.
Chuck ignored him and answered Eric. "Yes, they are stitches, but don't panic. I'm fine. Why don't you follow Dorota. She'll show you to your room."
Eric put his things down and sat on the couch. "I'll see my room later. I just can't believe you were in an accident, why didn't you call me Blair?"
"I'm sorry Eric. It all happened so fast and he's fine. You should just forget about it and say hello to your other brother. He's missed you", she said smiling apologetically.
Eric smiled and opened his arms. "Hi William", he said grinning at the toddler.
Blair put him down and watched as William smirked and walked over to Eric.
Eric smiled and gave him a quick hug then turned him to face Nate. "Hey look it's your buddy Nate."
Nate smiled and gave Will a tight hug, but Chuck interrupted them.
"Will, come here. You haven't given me a hug yet."
Blair looked at the animosity radiating from Chuck's eyes towards Nate and the urge to tell the truth rose within her.
She watched William walk towards Chuck but then he stopped, hesitating.
Blair looked at Chuck, noticing right away why William had hesitated.
"He's afraid, you still have a little blood on your cheek. He associates pain with blood. He thinks if he goes to you, he will feel pain too."
"Oh", said Chuck reaching inside his pocket for his handkerchief but coming out with a pair of silky pink panties.
Blair looked away as the anger she felt this morning welled up in her.
Maybe it was too soon to tell Chuck the truth, she thought bitterly.
"Well, I have to go. I only came to help Eric. I'll see you all soon", said Nate as he was walking out.
"Hopefully not that soon", said Chuck as he looked away from Nate.
"Nate, wait!", said Blair turning around.
Nate stopped and said, "Yea?"
Blair reached up and kissed him quickly on the lips. "I'll see you later."
She faced Chuck again and met his dark gaze.
She ignored him and shifted her gaze to Eric. He looked at her strangely and said, "Since when are you and Nate together?"
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A/N: Hello everyone!! I'm so excited that Chuck and Blair are together, are you?? He finally said ILY, I'm still grinning about it. My disclaimer has finally changed lol. Anyway, on to the story. They finally kissed lol. They also finally came to a sort of truce but of course it's never that simple lol, the past always seems to get in their way. Don't worry, as I said, they will work everything out eventually. What did you think of this chapter? Did you like it, love it, hate it? Let me know. Please REVIEW!! I would be infinitely grateful :o)
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