Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
The outpouring of concern for the welfare of Chuck and Blair has inspired me to post this chapter quickly. On behalf of Blair and Chuck, I appreciate the support. Thank you.
Blair was tossing and turning, in a fitful sleep caused by her argument with Chuck. She regretted asking him to leave the moment that he stepped into the elevator, but her pride wouldn't allow her to reach out to him and assure him that she loved him and that everything was going to be all right.
Her phone began ringing at midnight. She thought it would be Chuck, so she eagerly checked the caller ID. She was extremely disappointed to find that it was Serena, so she ignored it. Every five minutes, like clockwork, the phone came to life. She didn't want to deal with her flighty best friend's latest crisis, so she turned her phone off. Then the suite's phone began to ring, so she disconnected the cord.
"Blair, wake up," Serena shook her awake. It was a few hours later, closer to three in the morning. Blair was still tossing and turning.
"Go away, Serena," Blair buried her head under the pillow to block the rays of light that were filtering in from the hallway.
"Blair, you have to wake up," Serena insisted, "You have to come with me to the hospital. There's been an accident."
"What!" Blair exclaimed as her eyes shot open as she bolted upright. "Who?"
"Its Chuck," Serena choked out, "His driver was taking him through Central Park. We don't know how or why, but he lost control."
"Is Chuck alright?" Blair inquired, her voice thick with nervousness that quickly settled into the pit of her stomach. Serena wouldn't be here if he only had a few minor bumps and bruises.
"We don't really know," Serena replied, "There were injuries, but we haven't been able to get any straight answers from the doctors. It wasn't Arthur driving, and his replacement matches Chuck's description. All we know is that one of them has several bumps and bruises and a pretty twisted up ankle, a possible concussion and is talking nonsensical things. The other is unconscious with internal bleeding."
"What are we waiting for?" Blair inquired as she got out of bed with a flash, as she slipped into her slippers. She nearly tripped over the length of the silk pajamas she was wearing as she darted towards the elevator, Chuck's silk pajamas. Serena had to run to keep up with her as she flew towards through the hallway, gathering her purse as she dashed into the elevator.
Stepping out of the elevator, Blair hollered across the lobby for the bellman to get her a taxi. When the taxi wasn't waiting outside as she had demanded, she reprimanded the entire bell stand in a rant fit for a queen.
"B, take a deep breath," Serena tried to calm her down just as the cab pulled up to a stop in front of the hotel. The cab had clearly been meant for another hotel patron, but Blair wasn't going to wait for another car as she charged forward and slid in.
"Oh, god, this can't be happening," Blair began to rock back and forth in the back of the cab as Serena gave the driver the destination, "We're getting married in less than a week. Things were finally being set right. We just closed on our home. We've only managed to christen a few of the rooms. We've barely begun talking about decorating. We're still working on the nursery designs. Oh god, he has to be all right. S, please, tell me he's going to be all right."
"It's going to be okay, B," Serena hugged her close as she tried to comfort her hysterical friend, "He's going to be just fine. He has to be. You don't deserve this kind of pain."
"Where is he?" Blair demanded as she burst into the waiting room on the edge of hysterics.
"Blair, we're still waiting for news," Lily stated as she went to embrace her son's fiancée.
"That's not good enough," Blair snapped, "I'm getting married in six days, whether he's unconscious or not. Someone needs to tell me right now what is going on before I lose my temper."
"Blair, calm down," Lily whispered in her ear, "You are not helping anyone if you get yourself too worked up. This isn't healthy for you or the baby."
At those words, Blair crumbled in Lily's arms. "This has to be a bad dream. Someone please tell me this is a bad dream. Someone please wake me up and tell me this is just a horrible dream. Please, Chuck, wake me up and tell me that everything will be okay."
"Everything is going to be okay," Lily tried to calm Blair down.
"This is all my fault," Blair sobbed as she began swaying in Lily's arms, "We had a stupid fight. I got mad and sent him away. He wouldn't have been in the limo if it wasn't for me. I didn't even tell him that I loved him when he left. He has to know that I love him."
"He knows," Lily whispered in her ear as she continued rocking her soon to be daughter-in-law, "I promise you that he knows."
"Make him be okay, Lily, please," Blair pleaded with her.
The hearts of all their family and friends broke at the sight of Blair pleaded for Chuck's safety. They each wanted to console her, but they all knew the only thing that could was Chuck. They watched the pair for several minutes as Blair continued to plead with Lily. There wasn't a dry eye in the waiting room.
"All this fuss for a driver that she's never even met," Chuck limped into the waiting area dressed in a hospital gown.
"Chuck," Blair gasped as she ran into his arms. She didn't care that she heard him wincing in pain as she hugged him with all her might, "Oh, thank god, you're alright."
"I'm fine," he assured her, "I'm going to be just fine. A few bruised ribs, some bumps and bruises, a high ankle sprain and a mild concussion, but I'm going to be just fine."
"Chuck, should you be out of bed?" Serena inquired.
"I heard Blair's voice," he replied as Blair buried her head in his chest as she sobbed, this time in relief, "Waldorf, it carries through that long corridor that I came down. I'm very impressed."
"Shut up," Blair muttered into his chest, "Just shut up and keep holding me."
"I'm sorry I worried you," he whispered as his arms tightened around her as much as he could tolerate. "I kept asking for my phone so that I could call you, but that only made them think I was crazy because I was so obsessed with my phone after being involved in a car accident, especially when I demanded that someone go back to the scene of the accident and find it after they rifled through my clothes without turning it up."
"Yes, that is the definition of crazy," Serena chimed in.
"Charles, I'm going to insist that you go back to bed," Lily chimed in as she caressed his shoulder.
"Join me," Chuck whispered in Blair's ear.
"Of course," she nodded slightly as she coaxed his lips to hers as her fingers ran through the hair at the nape of his neck. His forehead came to rest against hers. "Thank god, you're okay."
"The doctors might disagree, but I will be just fine," he assured her.
"Charles, are we going to need to postpone the wedding to give you time to recuperate?" Lily inquired as Blair's face buried in his chest again.
"No," Chuck replied as he felt Blair shaking her head against his chest, "I'm sure I'll be fine after a few days of convalescing that is if I get the proper care from an attentive nurse."
Blair's fist pounded into his chest in scolded which caused him to groan in pain. "Did I mention the bruised ribs?"
"Sorry," she mumbled.
"To bed, now," Lily insisted as she motioned Chuck back towards his room.
"Yes, Mother," Chuck smiled as he bent in to kiss Lily's cheek before he offered Blair his hand.
"Don't worry, Lily, I will take excellent care of him," Blair assured her soon to be mother-in-law as she took Chuck's hand.
"I wasn't worried for a moment," Lily replied.
"Lead the way," Blair smiled adorningly at Chuck.
"That wasn't a sight I was ever wanting to see," Serena gasped as she averted her eyes upon seeing the back of Chuck's gown open and realizing she had a view of his bare posterior.
Nate couldn't resist the urge to let out a cat call whistle which earned him a disapproving glare from Blair.
"Lay down," Blair demanded as she pushed on Chuck's shoulder as he climbed in to bed once back in his private room. She quickly fluffed his pillow as he laid back and then found any other way she could think of to fuss over him.
"Come here," he requested as he grasped her hand and pulled her towards the bed.
"No," she shook her head, "You need to rest. No nocturnal activities for you."
"You need your rest, too," he pointed out as he pulled her arm again in hopes of convincing her to climb in next to him.
"For a few minutes," she conceded as she kicked off her slippers and climbed into bed next to him as he slid over to make room, "At least until you fall asleep."
"I'm sorry about the fight we had earlier," he apologized as she settled against his chest, her ear hovering over his heart so she could heart its steady beat. She needed the sound to sooth her still frazzled nerves.
"Me too," she sighed, "I think my emotions – hormones got the best of me. I shouldn't have asked you to leave, not like that."
"I'm not going to lie, that hurt, a lot."
"I know," she replied, "But it hurt me when I thought you didn't want to spend the last few nights leading up to our wedding together. Even though you think you were trying to be noble, that's not how I heard it. Are you sure that you're ready to get married in six days?"
"I know that I want to be your husband in six days," he told her.
"But," she prompted him.
"But I don't know if I can be the husband that you deserve," he admitted.
"We're going around in circles," she sighed in frustration. "Whatever you think I deserve doesn't matter. Get it through that incredibly thick skull – I want you. I love you. I want to have a family with you."
"I still ask why."
"So do I, especially when you're being such a big pain in the ass, like you're being right now," she replied, "But that doesn't change the fact that I love you. So find a way to deal with it, because we are getting married in six days, whether you like it or not."
"I like it," he assured her, "I like it a lot. Nothing is going to stop me from marrying you. If I have to be wheeled down the aisle in this bed, I will still find a way to say I do."
"Don't ever do something like this to me again," she scolded him.
"I will do my best," he replied as she burrowed a little closer to him, molding herself against his body. "I almost took a drink tonight."
"What stopped you?" she inquired as she felt the exhaustion start to pull at her. She couldn't even work up the energy to be angry about his most recent revelation.
"The accident," he replied, "I was pouring myself a drink when I heard the tires squeal and then everything went black."
"We're going to be okay, aren't we, Chuck? We're going to be able to put this little bump in the road aside and move forward, aren't we?"
"Yes," he whispered, "Get some sleep. We can talk more in the morning."
"I love you," she mumbled.
"I love you too," he sighed happily as he heard her breathing even out as she fell into a deep sleep.
TBC. . .