Darien awoke to Claire rubbing his shoulder. He looked up. He had been
resting his head on Lillianne's bedside.
"Hey," Claire said, looking concerned for him. "How are you doing?"
"I'm…" Darien sighed, "alright…What's the prognosis, Claire?"
"Well," she said, biting her lip, "she is technically in a coma….it's not indefinite….but we don't know when she'll wake up."
Darien inhaled painfully. He gazed down at Lillianne. She seemed so peaceful. He could only hope that she was having peaceful dreams. He looked up at Claire.
"What about…her daughter?"
Claire looked down at the floor. "Well, we don't know exactly what is wrong with her…"
"What?" Darien stood up in surprise.
"Lillianne concealed everything so thoroughly that we can't diagnose Violette without a wide series of tests…Darien, do you know how long Violette has?"
"No more than a year."
"That's what I was afraid of…Well, we'll just have to look through Lillianne's research."
Darien gazed down at her still body. He felt his eyes began to water. He breathed deeply. Claire walked up to him and gave him a hug.
"Don't worry, I'm sure everything will work out," she said as her eyes began to tear as well.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Those famous mop-tops, The Beatles, once sang, "All you need is love. Love is all you need." Now as repetitive as that sounds, I always bought into it. I mean, how could anything be wrong, if it's done out of love? I never thought where that love would come from. In Lillianne's case, love from Arnaud was the last thing she needed.
"Hey," Claire said, looking concerned for him. "How are you doing?"
"I'm…" Darien sighed, "alright…What's the prognosis, Claire?"
"Well," she said, biting her lip, "she is technically in a coma….it's not indefinite….but we don't know when she'll wake up."
Darien inhaled painfully. He gazed down at Lillianne. She seemed so peaceful. He could only hope that she was having peaceful dreams. He looked up at Claire.
"What about…her daughter?"
Claire looked down at the floor. "Well, we don't know exactly what is wrong with her…"
"What?" Darien stood up in surprise.
"Lillianne concealed everything so thoroughly that we can't diagnose Violette without a wide series of tests…Darien, do you know how long Violette has?"
"No more than a year."
"That's what I was afraid of…Well, we'll just have to look through Lillianne's research."
Darien gazed down at her still body. He felt his eyes began to water. He breathed deeply. Claire walked up to him and gave him a hug.
"Don't worry, I'm sure everything will work out," she said as her eyes began to tear as well.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Those famous mop-tops, The Beatles, once sang, "All you need is love. Love is all you need." Now as repetitive as that sounds, I always bought into it. I mean, how could anything be wrong, if it's done out of love? I never thought where that love would come from. In Lillianne's case, love from Arnaud was the last thing she needed.