“Waldorf, I need te to wake up. I know what I detto and did earlier was wrong, but I…I…I Amore you, Blair. And I don’t know whether I’ll have the guts to tell te this later, but I do, Blair. I Amore you.” Tears fell down his cheek, as he held her hand in his, not letting go for a second.
“I Amore te 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.”