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