Four: Deirdre

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(A lot of people have been wondering where Deirdre was, so here's the chapter)

Virgil was nervous. He hadn't seen Deirdre since before the car hit her. Virgil held the white rose in his hands. Today was Deirdre's birthday, she was eight years old now.

Roman looked at his boyfriend. He put his hand on Virgil's arm.

"It'll be okay, mi amore. The doctor's said she was fine." Roman smiled a bit.

"But... she might not remember me. What if she doesn't?" Virgil asked.

"We have a scrapbook. We can show her the pictures of you and her." Roman said. Virgil nodded and hoped that Deirdre was okay.

"Darkson?" The doctor said. Virgil and Roman stood up. "Right this way."

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The doctor nodded to them and he walked away. Virgil looked at the door and opened it.

The heart monitor could be heard when he opened the door. They walked inside and Virgil saw Deirdre sitting up in the hospital bed. Deirdre looked over and her eyes widened.

"W-Who are you...?" Deirdre quietly asked. Virgil looked down. Roman walked forward and handed a scrapbook to her. "W-What's this?"

"A scrapbook. My name is Roman. This is my boyfriend, Virgil. We're your friends." Roman said. Deirdre opened the scrapbook and looked through the pages.

"F-Friends...?" Deirdre muttered. She flipped through the pages. "I... sort of remember some things."

Virgil walked over and Deirdre looked up at him.

"You're Virgil Darkson, right? We're friends, right?" Deirdre's voice wavered a bit. Virgil nodded and looked down. "I remember. We're friends."

Virgil looked at her. Deirdre had a small smile on her face. Virgil smiled and slowly hugged her. She soon hugged back.

Roman smiled and then frowned. "Where's my hug?"

Virgil pulled away from Deirdre. He laughed a bit and hugged his boyfriend. Virgil realized that he still had the white rose. He pulled away from Roman and handed Deirdre the rose.

"Here. For you." Virgil said. Deirdre took the rose and smiled.

"White rose... innocence, purity, secrecy, reverence, worthiness," Deirdre said.

"Yep." Virgil smiled a bit.

"I love it," Deirdre said.

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