Chuck’s POV
I heard a crash outside. I put down my drink and ran outside. I couldn’t believe what I saw. A car was swerving away and she was lying there. She looked almost dead. And so lifeless.
“Blair?!” I called out her name. She didn’t move. I opened the door to the bar and told the bartender to call 911. After that, I ran to where she was lying and knelt down beside her. I cupped her face with my hands. “Blair?” I whispered. She still didn’t move. Oh god, I thought to myself. Is she dead?
“Ch-…Chuck,” she choked out.
“Blair,” I said hugging her. She winced in pain. “Sorry.”
She only smiled and shook her head. “It’s okay,” she whispered.
I smiled back at her and picked her up bridal style.
Five minutes later, I heard the siren of the ambulance. Paramedics came into the bar and put Blair on a stretcher. They took her into the ambulance and I came with her.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized to her.
“For what?” she asked in a hushed tone.
“For what I said.”
“It’s okay,” she reassured me, “I deserved it.”
“No, you didn’t, Blair. And you don’t deserve this” he motioned to her wounds “either.”
“It’s okay Chuck,” she told me wincing in pain as the ambulance hit a bump.
“No, it’s not…I’m sorry,” I apologized to her again, “I love you.”
She smiled as soon as I, Chuck Bass, said love to her. “I love you too.”
I kissed her on the cheek, the taste of blood on my lips. But I didn’t care. If it was her blood, I was okay with it. I truly did love her.
A/N: I know it’s kinda short, but I didn’t want anything bad happen to Blair. Well, not worst than being hit by a car. And, also, it’s getting late here. Please review though! They are my love!
I heard a crash outside. I put down my drink and ran outside. I couldn’t believe what I saw. A car was swerving away and she was lying there. She looked almost dead. And so lifeless.
“Blair?!” I called out her name. She didn’t move. I opened the door to the bar and told the bartender to call 911. After that, I ran to where she was lying and knelt down beside her. I cupped her face with my hands. “Blair?” I whispered. She still didn’t move. Oh god, I thought to myself. Is she dead?
“Ch-…Chuck,” she choked out.
“Blair,” I said hugging her. She winced in pain. “Sorry.”
She only smiled and shook her head. “It’s okay,” she whispered.
I smiled back at her and picked her up bridal style.
Five minutes later, I heard the siren of the ambulance. Paramedics came into the bar and put Blair on a stretcher. They took her into the ambulance and I came with her.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized to her.
“For what?” she asked in a hushed tone.
“For what I said.”
“It’s okay,” she reassured me, “I deserved it.”
“No, you didn’t, Blair. And you don’t deserve this” he motioned to her wounds “either.”
“It’s okay Chuck,” she told me wincing in pain as the ambulance hit a bump.
“No, it’s not…I’m sorry,” I apologized to her again, “I love you.”
She smiled as soon as I, Chuck Bass, said love to her. “I love you too.”
I kissed her on the cheek, the taste of blood on my lips. But I didn’t care. If it was her blood, I was okay with it. I truly did love her.
A/N: I know it’s kinda short, but I didn’t want anything bad happen to Blair. Well, not worst than being hit by a car. And, also, it’s getting late here. Please review though! They are my love!
