Our Brigadier
It had been one hour and all was quiet. The room was small. The walls a grimy blue and a small window allowed the light of day to blast into the room. The light pitter patter of raindrops on the small window was the only sound to be heard. Dark shadows lay over the three occupants who remained.
One lay still on the bed. Life extinct. His soul had drifted away peacefully to his eternal rest. The world would mourn him in time and grieve his loss and yet it kept turning. Another sat beside the bed, clasping the hand of her sleeping soldier. The man she had loved devotedly for many years now. Her face marked by tears could not show the true loss that she felt. The third and final figure stood hidden in the shadows. He had been a different man when he'd last laid eyes upon the man now in a deep slumber from which he would never awake. He had seen unspeakable things. He'd lost everyone along the way. Everything he had held dear had deserted him. And yet he was not going to be the weak link in the chain. He was not going to let down the only man who had stayed by his side. Through thick and through thin, through all these years. The Time Lord had not deserted the soldier in his final hours. Just as the soldier had done for the Time Lord so many times. A single tear ran down the Doctor's face as he left the cold room behind. He could not have stayed there a moment longer. Out of respect, if nothing else. He had to let Doris grieve for her husband. Her Brigadier.
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Thank you for reading.
In honour of Nicholas Courtney who passed away on the 22nd February 2011 aged 81.
My deepest condolences go to his family at this time. God speed xxx