Chapter Three

The lovely women with blond hair had raced out of the room, and the others, except for the dark man, poured after her. Just as well. Breathing took such an awful effort, and that many people must use a lot of oxygen

Why would a hospital let such a crowd mill around a patient's room? She stopped in mid thought. She must be the patient. She was in bed.

How she'd come there escaped her, although she felt as if someone had welded a hot metal plate to her right leg. Nausea hovered, as if she were on a boat that refused to stop rocking.

She willed her queasiness away and concentrated on the man. Watching her from wide, dark eyes, he was clearly waiting for her to speak. As if he knew her.

She didn't know him.

She must have been in an accident. Had she interrupted a family reunion? That many people in the same place had to be a family.

She took a deep breath that seemed to fill her head. The truth rocked her. Strangers didn't hang around a hospital bed, even if they'd banded together to rescue an accident victim.

She didn't remember what had happened to her. She remembered - nothing.

At her shoulder, a monitor's steady beep grew more rapid. The sound drew her gaze as she tried to pry her own name out of her blank memory. She didn't seem to have a name.

She knew her name. Everyone knew her own name. It was - she could feel it on the tip of her tongue. She ought to know. The monitor began to ping like sonar.

She didn't know.

Suddenly aware of the man's harsh grip on her hand, she turned toward him. 'I don't know you.'

'I'm your husband. 'I'm Chuck Bass.'

He terrified her. She tried to sit up in bed, but a powerful, formless weight held her down.

'I'll help you,' he said.

He wrapped his large hands around her upper arms, but his strength made her feel weak, and she pushed him away.

'I don't need your help.'

Stung, he straightened, looking impossibly tall. 'What's the matter?' He reached for her again, but something in her eyes must have shown him how seriously she wanted him to keep his hands off her. He fisted them at his sides.

'You act as if you have some right to touch me,' she whispered. 'Who am I?' She wasn't sure she wanted to know.

'My wife,' he said. 'Blair….Bass.'

'Why don't I know you?' She darted a glance at the window. Low clouds hung above skyscrapers. It all looked completely unfamiliar. The glass offered a faint reflection, but she couldn't see details of her face. 'Let me see what I look like maybe I will rememb-'

Before she could finish, he whipped open the top of the table at her elbow. A mirror was mounted inside. With the man's help, she twisted the table toward her, so she could see.

Wild dark eyes stared back at her from beneath a mass of dark brown hair. She gasped. The mouth in the mirror opened, and a scream tore the air.

'Blair.' His fear-drenched voice scared her, but he tucked her against his body, and she seemed to fit into the hard contours of his chest.

She closed her eyes. Darkness and the man's faint, spicy sent blotted out the mirror, the room, the world as far as she knew it. She didn't want to see herself. She'd lost everything, her past, her sense of identity.

Her life.

END CHAPTER TWO.

A really short update I know, but it has been a busy week. I had a few questions and don't worry all of them will be answered eventually.

One I will answer now is - 'Why are Blair and Jenny friends?'

That are not really friends per say, more acquaintances. As I mentioned earlier in my mind and subsequently my story, nothing ever happened between Jenny and Chuck so other the Jenny's teen angst and general brattyness Blair has no reason to hate her.

Should not be too long till the next update.

Xoxo