“Waldorf, I need tu to wake up. I know what I dicho and did earlier was wrong, but I…I…I amor you, Blair. And I don’t know whether I’ll have the guts to tell tu this later, but I do, Blair. I amor you.” Tears fell down his cheek, as he held her hand in his, not letting go for a second.
“I amor tu too,” a weak voice replied from the bed.
He looked up, only to meet the eyes of the beautiful, but broken brunette, he loved. “Blair?”
She smiled. “I take it that you’re happy to see me, Bass.”