Author's note: An extremely short drabble I wrote while waiting for my boyfriend to call. I was thinking of the song "How I Go" by Yellowcard, and somehow this plot came to mind.
Disclaimer: Note the "fan" in fanfiction.
As You Go
His breath ragged, he could hear the liquid in his lungs as he struggled to inhale. His hearts were slowing, oh, so painfully. And he was alone. How apropos, he thought, that the last of the Timelords should die alone. He'd never experienced this kind of pain before. For the first time in years he was terrified to be alone. Looking up at the cold metal ceiling, he closed his eyes. Who would take care of things now? How long would things hold together in the universe without him? Sighing what little oxygen he had left in his lungs, he looked up. What he saw caused him to gasp—a very painful thing to do when you're lungs are filling. There on the metal ceiling he had been staring at just moments before, were etched two words. Bad Wolf.
He recalled a time when those words would have startled him. He was surprised how much peace they brought him now, as he slipped away. She knew, he thought with a smile. She didn't want him to go alone, not like this. There was so much that she had never said to him, so much he could never say. Somehow he knew that things would be all right, however they turned out. Because he wasn't going to go alone. Somewhere, some place in time she had thought of him and smiled. She was saying good-bye. One last time.
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