In Your Arms, Here I Lay - Chapter One
“She’s going to be okay, right?” He was practically screaming at the doctor.
“Mr. Bass, please calm down,” the doctor tried to reassure him.
“Calm down? anda want me to calm down? How the fuck am I supposed to calm down when the Cinta of my life is laying in a comatose?” he asked angrily.
“Please, Mr. Bass. I assure you, we’ll try to do everything we can. Just please, calm down.”
Chuck took a deep breath. “If anything happens to her, I assure you, I will hunt anda down; kill anda with my bare hands. So don’t just fucking stand there, do something! Take tests, x-rays, just help her, god damn it!”
The doctor nodded, and left.
Chuck was pissed, angry, mad…but most importantly, he was scared and afraid that he would lose Blair. Please don’t take her away from me. Please, God. Don’t take her away from me. I need her. She consumes me. She knows me better than I know myself. I Cinta her. Please, God. Don’t take the Cinta of my life away from me. I’m begging you. Chuck didn’t care if he was crying, atau even sobbing. All that mattered to him now was whether Blair was going to be okay atau not.
“Mr. Bass?” Chuck looked up to see a nurse standing a few feet in front of him.
“Ms. Waldorf’s stable, but she’s still unconscious. She should be awake in about 10 hours atau so.”
Chuck, without hesitation, said, “What room is she staying in?”
“904.”
As soon as the nurse had told him the room number, he left to find Blair, quicker then anda could say ‘hello’.
Two minit later, he was standing in front of the door of 904, not knowing what he should say when he entered. Tell her those three words, idiot, a voice in his head told him. No. Don’t say anything. Don’t even go in that room. anda don’t care about her. And anda most definitely don’t Cinta her, another voice said. Chuck knew the first voice in his head was right; he had to tell her those three words. The saat voice, on the other hand, was dead wrong. He cared about Blair; he loved her. She was the Cinta of his life. She was Blair Waldorf, and he was Chuck Bass. They were Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck. They were meant for each other. It was fate, destiny…the truth. She didn’t belong with Nate. She never has, and she never will.
He opened the door slowly, preparing himself to see her in the state and condition he knew she was in. There she was, lying on the hospital bed. Her head was wrapped in a bandage, her leg in a cast. But still, she looked perfect to him.
“Waldorf,” he started out, choking. “I need anda to wake up. I know what I berkata and did earlier was wrong, but I…I…I Cinta you, Blair. And I don’t know whether I’ll have the guts to tell anda this later, but I do, Blair. I Cinta you.” Tears fell down his cheek, as he held her hand in his, not letting go for a second.
“I Cinta anda too,” a weak voice replied from the bed.
A/N: I'm not exactly sure when to make this take place. 2x04 after she's dethroned, atau 1x13 after Chuck's heartbreaking speech. Anyways, hope anda liked it! Reviews are my love!
The seterusnya chapter will be a flashback of what happened to Blair.
“She’s going to be okay, right?” He was practically screaming at the doctor.
“Mr. Bass, please calm down,” the doctor tried to reassure him.
“Calm down? anda want me to calm down? How the fuck am I supposed to calm down when the Cinta of my life is laying in a comatose?” he asked angrily.
“Please, Mr. Bass. I assure you, we’ll try to do everything we can. Just please, calm down.”
Chuck took a deep breath. “If anything happens to her, I assure you, I will hunt anda down; kill anda with my bare hands. So don’t just fucking stand there, do something! Take tests, x-rays, just help her, god damn it!”
The doctor nodded, and left.
Chuck was pissed, angry, mad…but most importantly, he was scared and afraid that he would lose Blair. Please don’t take her away from me. Please, God. Don’t take her away from me. I need her. She consumes me. She knows me better than I know myself. I Cinta her. Please, God. Don’t take the Cinta of my life away from me. I’m begging you. Chuck didn’t care if he was crying, atau even sobbing. All that mattered to him now was whether Blair was going to be okay atau not.
“Mr. Bass?” Chuck looked up to see a nurse standing a few feet in front of him.
“Ms. Waldorf’s stable, but she’s still unconscious. She should be awake in about 10 hours atau so.”
Chuck, without hesitation, said, “What room is she staying in?”
“904.”
As soon as the nurse had told him the room number, he left to find Blair, quicker then anda could say ‘hello’.
Two minit later, he was standing in front of the door of 904, not knowing what he should say when he entered. Tell her those three words, idiot, a voice in his head told him. No. Don’t say anything. Don’t even go in that room. anda don’t care about her. And anda most definitely don’t Cinta her, another voice said. Chuck knew the first voice in his head was right; he had to tell her those three words. The saat voice, on the other hand, was dead wrong. He cared about Blair; he loved her. She was the Cinta of his life. She was Blair Waldorf, and he was Chuck Bass. They were Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck. They were meant for each other. It was fate, destiny…the truth. She didn’t belong with Nate. She never has, and she never will.
He opened the door slowly, preparing himself to see her in the state and condition he knew she was in. There she was, lying on the hospital bed. Her head was wrapped in a bandage, her leg in a cast. But still, she looked perfect to him.
“Waldorf,” he started out, choking. “I need anda to wake up. I know what I berkata and did earlier was wrong, but I…I…I Cinta you, Blair. And I don’t know whether I’ll have the guts to tell anda this later, but I do, Blair. I Cinta you.” Tears fell down his cheek, as he held her hand in his, not letting go for a second.
“I Cinta anda too,” a weak voice replied from the bed.
A/N: I'm not exactly sure when to make this take place. 2x04 after she's dethroned, atau 1x13 after Chuck's heartbreaking speech. Anyways, hope anda liked it! Reviews are my love!
The seterusnya chapter will be a flashback of what happened to Blair.
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