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Frenchies, I'm very glad you like the story! Why did I kill Serena? Because I hate her, haha. Not really. Because I wanted to put Chuck in a particular situation and Serena's death is something very important here. Why? Keep reading! (and reviewing :)
LeftWriter224, thank you so much for your feedback! I'm very happy you think it's realistic and, well, I was trying to make Serena's death surprising. If you like Chuck&Cyrus, I have some good news for you: even though Cyrus is not in this chapter C&C relationship will be one if the key points of this fic. Enjoy the upcoming chapter!
Chuck was staring at his scotch, trying to get his thoughts together. It was 3.57 am and he, even though he knew sleeping would definitely do some good to him, couldn't even imagine going to bed. Chuck and Nate had gotten home at about 11 pm and since then Chuck had been sitting in the same position, right hand holding a glass of scotch, left hand running constantly through his hair. When they had gotten home Nate immediately locked in his room and Chuck had no idea what to do or how to help his best friend. He glanced at the clock. 4.05 am. Time to check on Blair. He quickly took his cellphone and dialed the hospital.
"Hello, New York Medical Center, my name is Alison, how can I help you?" a familiar greeted him.
"Alison, I'd like to check.." Chuck started to speak but was interrupted by laughing on the other end.
"on Blair Cornelia Waldord. Yes, just a second, Mr. Bass" the girl apparently recognized him, which wasn't a big deal since he had been calling every 10 or 15 minutes since Blair's surgery had started. He wanted to be there, as close to her as possible, more then anything, but he was too scared to leave Nate.
"She's alright, Mr. Bass, but I don't have any further information since the surgery isn't over yet" relief was all he could feel for several seconds.
"Thank you" he breathed out.
"Mr. Bass, if you would like to, I could write down your phone number and call yup as soon as I have any news on her" she suggested in a sympathetic voice.
"No, thank you" he refused immediately. "I will keep calling" he stated. The mere idea of sitting there, waiting for the nurse to call was terrifying. He managed to make through past 5 hours only because he had something to do. He called the hospital, relaxed for several minutes, then started to get nervous, braced himself to wait for several more minutes and then called the hospital again.
"Okay, bye then" the girl said with a smile and he hung up.
"Hello, New York.." Alison answered the hospital's phone for the 100th time that night. It was 5.15 am.
"Alison, how's Miss Waldorf?" Chuck asked anxiously, interrupting her usual greeting.
"Mr. Bass!" she exclaimed. "I have some good news for you. The surgery is successfully over and Miss Waldorf is already in her ward. You can come and visit her" she breathed out, sincerely happy for the mysterious Mr. Bass.
"Thank you just so much!" he smiled widely, happy butterflies in his stomach. He was so relieved he wasn't even conscience-stricken when he quickly got to his feet and flew out of the penthouse, leaving Nate behind.
Chuck was standing in front of Ward 001's door, holding a bouquet of peonies, trying to prepare himself for what he was going to see. Mr. Swan had asked not to stay with her for more then an hour so he was also planning what he was going to say. He took a deep breath and pushed the door. Chuck though that seeing Blair in hospital for the second time would be easier then for the first one, but he was wrong. She looked even thinner and paler and the amount of IV needles had increased. It took Chuck several seconds to compose himself to be able to walk to her bed and take a sit.
"Blair" he whispered, still catching his breaths. "Good morning, beautiful" he tried to sound casual, imagining she was just half-asleep, listening to him. "In case you don't recognize, it's me, Chuck. I brought you some peonies" he said as he grabbed her hand, feeling her cold fingers. "Blair, do you remember I told you you were the most powerful woman I had ever known? I want to repeat it. You are the most strong and powerful woman I've ever known. You did a great job, handling the whole accident. I'm not sure you know what happened, so I'll probably tell you. You were in a car crash. You had just come from Monaco and Serena met you at the airport, you two were en route home when the thing happened. You were on a highway and.." his voice broke. Imagining Blair's accident was horrifying, but he thought that if she could really hear him she itched to know what had happened. He swallowed hard and continued. "So, it was a truck, entering the highway and it.. It just hit your taxi and that's it" he paused for a second. "Blair, you're amazing. Strong and beautiful. You did it so well, waiting for the ambulance, leaving the paramedics a chance to help you" he smiled lightly. "Serena, she wasn't so strong. I'm not sure whether I should tell you or not, but I think you would appreciate knowing the truth. S didn't make it till the doctors" he exhaled, his mouth suddenly dry and reached for a nearby glass of water. After a few huge sips he was able to continue talking. "The doctors, they checked on you and they promise you are gonna be fine. I believe them. I know you can make it, baby, please, make it. I.. I need you to make it, okay? Take your time to heal, baby. So, if you can hear me, I promise you you are going to be alright, you have to be alright" Chuck suddenly realized that talking to Blair didn't feel strange any more. It felt very right and he was somehow sure she could hear him, so he went on. "Blair, I haven't said the most important thing yet. I love you. I promised to always love you and I will always love you, but I thought stating it again would be a good idea. So, Blair, baby, I love you. You are the most precious thing in my world, you are my world, actually" he said seriously. "And, Blair, I know about our baby. I'm very sorry you didn't get a chance to tell me yourself, but I want you to know that if you did I.. I would be there for you, I would be just so happy, I would propose to you and we would raise our kid together. We would be happy and married, and I wouldn't screw up this time" he felt tears forming in the corners of his eyes again. "Our son.." he breathed out, remembering how Dr. Swan told him the sex of their unborn child. "Our son wasn't strong enough to make it either" he finished, tears now falling silently down his cheeks. "But I love you, and once you wake up I will propose to you, we will get married and we will have children, many children. Baby Basses, the girls will wear high heels and beautiful dresses and the boys will have bow ties and black shoes.." he was daydreaming, murmuring something about bow ties and necklaces and how he loved her, when a nurse came in.
"Mr. Bass, I'm very sorry, but you've been here for 80 minutes already and ..." she called him softly.
"Yeah, I remember, sorry" he muttered, raising to his feet, gently placing Blair's hand back on the bed. "Have a good day, beautiful. I'm so sorry I have to leave. Just take care and I'll see you tomorrow" he whispered before kissing her forehead and quitting the ward.
Once he was out he plopped into the nearest chair, completely exhausted, depressed and miserable. His head was spinning. The thought of their son hit him, he couldn't help but think that Blair and himself, they could have had if all. A normal family, kids, a happy life together. The though tortured him, yet he still had some hope to get it all later. Because, after all, she hadn't aborted and stayed with Louis. No, she had come back to New York to see him. She might still love him, after all. And that gave Chuck hope.
so, that's it for today, hope you liked it, please, don't be shy and review! Your feedbacks are really important to me!
love you, xoxo :*
Special hugs to:
Frenchies, I'm very glad you like the story! Why did I kill Serena? Because I hate her, haha. Not really. Because I wanted to put Chuck in a particular situation and Serena's death is something very important here. Why? Keep reading! (and reviewing :)
LeftWriter224, thank you so much for your feedback! I'm very happy you think it's realistic and, well, I was trying to make Serena's death surprising. If you like Chuck&Cyrus, I have some good news for you: even though Cyrus is not in this chapter C&C relationship will be one if the key points of this fic. Enjoy the upcoming chapter!
Chuck was staring at his scotch, trying to get his thoughts together. It was 3.57 am and he, even though he knew sleeping would definitely do some good to him, couldn't even imagine going to bed. Chuck and Nate had gotten home at about 11 pm and since then Chuck had been sitting in the same position, right hand holding a glass of scotch, left hand running constantly through his hair. When they had gotten home Nate immediately locked in his room and Chuck had no idea what to do or how to help his best friend. He glanced at the clock. 4.05 am. Time to check on Blair. He quickly took his cellphone and dialed the hospital.
"Hello, New York Medical Center, my name is Alison, how can I help you?" a familiar greeted him.
"Alison, I'd like to check.." Chuck started to speak but was interrupted by laughing on the other end.
"on Blair Cornelia Waldord. Yes, just a second, Mr. Bass" the girl apparently recognized him, which wasn't a big deal since he had been calling every 10 or 15 minutes since Blair's surgery had started. He wanted to be there, as close to her as possible, more then anything, but he was too scared to leave Nate.
"She's alright, Mr. Bass, but I don't have any further information since the surgery isn't over yet" relief was all he could feel for several seconds.
"Thank you" he breathed out.
"Mr. Bass, if you would like to, I could write down your phone number and call yup as soon as I have any news on her" she suggested in a sympathetic voice.
"No, thank you" he refused immediately. "I will keep calling" he stated. The mere idea of sitting there, waiting for the nurse to call was terrifying. He managed to make through past 5 hours only because he had something to do. He called the hospital, relaxed for several minutes, then started to get nervous, braced himself to wait for several more minutes and then called the hospital again.
"Okay, bye then" the girl said with a smile and he hung up.
"Hello, New York.." Alison answered the hospital's phone for the 100th time that night. It was 5.15 am.
"Alison, how's Miss Waldorf?" Chuck asked anxiously, interrupting her usual greeting.
"Mr. Bass!" she exclaimed. "I have some good news for you. The surgery is successfully over and Miss Waldorf is already in her ward. You can come and visit her" she breathed out, sincerely happy for the mysterious Mr. Bass.
"Thank you just so much!" he smiled widely, happy butterflies in his stomach. He was so relieved he wasn't even conscience-stricken when he quickly got to his feet and flew out of the penthouse, leaving Nate behind.
Chuck was standing in front of Ward 001's door, holding a bouquet of peonies, trying to prepare himself for what he was going to see. Mr. Swan had asked not to stay with her for more then an hour so he was also planning what he was going to say. He took a deep breath and pushed the door. Chuck though that seeing Blair in hospital for the second time would be easier then for the first one, but he was wrong. She looked even thinner and paler and the amount of IV needles had increased. It took Chuck several seconds to compose himself to be able to walk to her bed and take a sit.
"Blair" he whispered, still catching his breaths. "Good morning, beautiful" he tried to sound casual, imagining she was just half-asleep, listening to him. "In case you don't recognize, it's me, Chuck. I brought you some peonies" he said as he grabbed her hand, feeling her cold fingers. "Blair, do you remember I told you you were the most powerful woman I had ever known? I want to repeat it. You are the most strong and powerful woman I've ever known. You did a great job, handling the whole accident. I'm not sure you know what happened, so I'll probably tell you. You were in a car crash. You had just come from Monaco and Serena met you at the airport, you two were en route home when the thing happened. You were on a highway and.." his voice broke. Imagining Blair's accident was horrifying, but he thought that if she could really hear him she itched to know what had happened. He swallowed hard and continued. "So, it was a truck, entering the highway and it.. It just hit your taxi and that's it" he paused for a second. "Blair, you're amazing. Strong and beautiful. You did it so well, waiting for the ambulance, leaving the paramedics a chance to help you" he smiled lightly. "Serena, she wasn't so strong. I'm not sure whether I should tell you or not, but I think you would appreciate knowing the truth. S didn't make it till the doctors" he exhaled, his mouth suddenly dry and reached for a nearby glass of water. After a few huge sips he was able to continue talking. "The doctors, they checked on you and they promise you are gonna be fine. I believe them. I know you can make it, baby, please, make it. I.. I need you to make it, okay? Take your time to heal, baby. So, if you can hear me, I promise you you are going to be alright, you have to be alright" Chuck suddenly realized that talking to Blair didn't feel strange any more. It felt very right and he was somehow sure she could hear him, so he went on. "Blair, I haven't said the most important thing yet. I love you. I promised to always love you and I will always love you, but I thought stating it again would be a good idea. So, Blair, baby, I love you. You are the most precious thing in my world, you are my world, actually" he said seriously. "And, Blair, I know about our baby. I'm very sorry you didn't get a chance to tell me yourself, but I want you to know that if you did I.. I would be there for you, I would be just so happy, I would propose to you and we would raise our kid together. We would be happy and married, and I wouldn't screw up this time" he felt tears forming in the corners of his eyes again. "Our son.." he breathed out, remembering how Dr. Swan told him the sex of their unborn child. "Our son wasn't strong enough to make it either" he finished, tears now falling silently down his cheeks. "But I love you, and once you wake up I will propose to you, we will get married and we will have children, many children. Baby Basses, the girls will wear high heels and beautiful dresses and the boys will have bow ties and black shoes.." he was daydreaming, murmuring something about bow ties and necklaces and how he loved her, when a nurse came in.
"Mr. Bass, I'm very sorry, but you've been here for 80 minutes already and ..." she called him softly.
"Yeah, I remember, sorry" he muttered, raising to his feet, gently placing Blair's hand back on the bed. "Have a good day, beautiful. I'm so sorry I have to leave. Just take care and I'll see you tomorrow" he whispered before kissing her forehead and quitting the ward.
Once he was out he plopped into the nearest chair, completely exhausted, depressed and miserable. His head was spinning. The thought of their son hit him, he couldn't help but think that Blair and himself, they could have had if all. A normal family, kids, a happy life together. The though tortured him, yet he still had some hope to get it all later. Because, after all, she hadn't aborted and stayed with Louis. No, she had come back to New York to see him. She might still love him, after all. And that gave Chuck hope.
so, that's it for today, hope you liked it, please, don't be shy and review! Your feedbacks are really important to me!
love you, xoxo :*