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Virgil gasped when Patton stumbled into his dollhouse. It was the dead of night, meaning they were free--well, almost free--to roam around the house and see each other, but that wasn’t what shocked him.
It was Patton’s broken limb.
“They broke it,” Patton cried as he threw himself onto the plush doll bed. “They broke it, and they took it away, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get it back!”
Unlike Virgil, who was made of soft fabric carefully sewn together and embroidered, Patton was made of delicate ceramic. There hadn’t been a time in the ten years they’d been together that Patton had broken, and when Virgil had lost an appendage or two (which was to say at least once per year), he was always taken away to be stitched back up by ungraceful hands immediately. But they had just taken away the broken ceramic of the leg and left Patton to the dust!
“Patton, I am so sorry,” Virgil said. He didn’t know what would happen to Patton next, but he would do everything that he could to make sure the other doll was safe.
The ceramic doll shook his head and cried harder into his hands. “What if they never fix it? I’ll become one of those discarded dolls that wanders around in the attic, and... oh, Virgil, I’ll never see you again!”
“No. I won’t let that happen.” Virgil held Patton as tight as he dared as he reaffirmed, “I will never let that happen.”