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As the doctors began to wheel Rose off, she suddenly began shouting, screaming for a doctor. More and more doctors rushed towards her, but none were one she needed.

The Doctor hung back, he knew that Rose was shouting for him, but he couldn't bear to come.

Rose's face became more tear stained, and she knew she wouldn't be able to keep shouting for much longer. Just as she was about to give up all hope, he stepped forward, rushing to take her outstretched hand. Pulling him closer, Rose whispered to him "wait for me, please, wait for me," The Doctor looked away from Rose's white, desperate face, and said nothing,

"Please Doctor, don't leave me," She begged, "Please promise me that you'll wait,"

The Doctor looked into her face, and couldn't help but think how wonderful she was, how much he loved her, "I promise," he replied. At that moment, the nurses came and began to take Rose away again. This time, Rose didn't resist, but her eyes were still pleading with The Doctor not to go. The Doctor's hand remained holing Rose's until the last second, nether eyes daring to leave each others.

As Rose was wheeled down the corridor and round the corner, The Doctor slowly turned back to the TARDIS, back to Jamee,

"It's better this way," Jamee said to the Doctor, sympathetically "You can't keep waiting forever,"

"I know," the Doctor replied, "she can't come back, not this time. I have to leave her, it just seems so unfair,"

"You don't have to leave now, though, you could wait for her to come out at least, you owe her that much,"

"No. I couldn't bear to leave her like that. Seeing her face, expecting me to take her with us. I just can't do it,"

"Okay. Are you ready?"

"Just one moment," and with that, the Doctor walked up to reception, and spoke in hushed tones to the woman behind the desk. Then, handing over a small, tightly folded note, he walked back to the TARDIS, not pausing even to look at Jamee, who understood his reluctance to leave, yet knew that there was no other way.

Jamee took one last look at the empty hospital ward and let out a heavy sigh, before following the Doctor back to the TARDIS.

He was standing in the doorway, looking out at the ward. Regret filled his face, and sorrow was in his every bone. He knew that if he left now, the Doctor could never return for Rose. He could never see her face again, never hold her hand in his. And yet he turned, and went back inside the TARDIS, with Jamee at his side. Then slowly, ever so slowly, the Doctor began the process of starting his glorious machine and leaving Rose behind. Forever.

A Few Weeks Later

In a quiet ward in a London hospital, a young girl awoke from a sleep that had lasted her 3 weeks. The doctors had been afraid that they had lost her, as she had been in for a minor operation and should've been awake weeks ago.

"Doctor" a weak voice called from the hospital bed,

"Good, your awake" a stranger was leaning over her bed,

"Doctor?" the girl shook her head,

"Yes?" the strange man was answering to The Doctor's name.

"Where am I?" things were starting to come back to the young girl now,

"You're in hospital," the man replied,

"Where's the Doctor?" she asked, "I need the Doctor"

"I'm here, it's okay. You're okay."

Who was this man? Where was the Doctor?

More memories began to return to the girl.

"Get me the Doctor. I know he's here," weakness returned to the girls previously strong(ish) voice as she ended with, "He promised he wouldn't leave me,"

"Which doctor? Who do you want?" the man was very gentle with the girl,

"I need The Doctor. Just The Doctor,"

The man looked at the obviously confused and tired young girl. He was mesmerised by her eyes. Eyes that held a thousand pains, years of hurt, and, most surprisingly, a glimpse of true happiness, happiness that he, himself only ever felt with his wife after a long day. The happiness that only the knowledge that the one you love will be with you forever, and never leave you. So much sorrow rested in such a young girls eyes, the man had to shake himself. He wondered what could've happened to this child, to cause so much trauma.

This girl had looked death in the face and laughed. She had escaped so many times from so many dangers. But nothing could mend a heart this broken.

He looked away, unable to hold this young girl's piercing stair.

"My name is Rose. Who are you?" the young girl asked, softly

"I'm dr Lateham," the man replied

"Dr Lateham, please could you go to reception and ask everyone you know to ask everyone they know, if they have ever seen or heard of a man called The Doctor," Rose's big, brown eyes seemed to melt all of dr Lateham's better judgement,

"okay, I won't be long,"

And with that, the man turned and walked away to fulfil the girl's strange request.

Rose sighed and fell back on her pillows, she was so tired.

"Rose, Rose,"

Someone was calling her. She cursed them for waking her from her dreams. She had dreamt of her Doctor, they were on a beach and he had been just about to tell her something when this blundering idiot woke her up.

"Rose?"

Rose slowly opened one eye and raised herself into a sitting position,

"What?" She asked. She didn't mean to be rude, she was just frustrated that she missed what the Doctor was going to say.

"I heard that you were asking about a man called the Doctor,"

"Yes?" Rose was suddenly paying more attention to the woman standing over her bed,

"Well, a man calling himself the Doctor gave me something a few weeks back, he told me to give it to a young girl called Rose when she started asking for him," the woman passed Rose a tightly folded note, "He said he was sorry, but he couldn't stay,"

Rose nodded slowly. The Doctor. Her Doctor. He wasn't here. He promised.

"What does it say?" the woman asked, curious to know more about the strange, somehow broken man and the woman he had left a note for,

Rose looked at the woman's clean, blue eyes. She seemed nice enough, it was just that Rose wasn't ready to share the note with anyone. It was the last thing that the Doctor had left her, and she knew that she probably wouldn't see him again.

Rose's heart lunged as she thought this. She needed the Doctor, without him, there was no point left in her.

At that moment, Rose remembered the woman was still there. Looking up at her, Rose placed the note under her pillow, so that the woman would understand that Rose wasn't ready to show anyone.

The woman smiled at Rose and nodded, before walking away to wherever it was that she should be and had blown off to come and give Rose her note.

That night, once everyone else was asleep, Rose unfolded the note. It contained just two words;

I'm Sorry.

Scribbled in the Doctors unforgettable, rough handwriting. It was then that she knew. She would never be able to see the Doctor again, and that she would die that night.

She shook the note, not able to believe that the Doctor wouldn't be there for her. She thought he loved her. He might have never said it, but Rose thought she knew that the Doctor felt for her. She loved him with everything she was, and would never stop. Even after she died.

Rose looked down at the note. It had changed. Now there was an image on the paper.

Rose looked closely at the image. It was a beautiful drawing in black and white of a girl. Rose inhaled sharply. The image was her. And the Doctor had drawn it. On his physic paper. As Rose watched the paper, she saw the Doctor's features appear, perfect in every detail. Rose watched as the man she loved slowly materialised on the paper in front of her. She didn't react, she just watched, and waited to see what he did.

Rose's heart jumped about a foot when the Doctor was complete on the page. Her one love looked at her, sorrow in his eyes. He still looked perfect, no matter how sad, Rose thought to herself.

The Doctor opened his moth, and started talking to Rose in hushed tones so as not to wake everyone in the hospital, and send them running from the girl with the paper that spoke to her.

"Rose, can you hear me?" The Doctor asked worriedly,

Rose nodded, she knew that he could see her in the same way as she could see him,

"I can't be long, I've had this thing set to you since you went into hospital, so that I could come through as soon as you got it,"

Rose couldn't help but let a tear escape from the corner of her eye at the thought of her beloved caring for her that much,

"Doctor…" Rose whispered,

The Doctor smiled, sadly,

"I'm going to die, aren't I,"

The Doctor nodded "I'm so sorry"

"Come back for me. Please. Be there for me while I die," Rose begged the Doctor

"I can't. I just... can't," Rose knew that he would say something like that, but that didn't stop it from hurting,

The Doctor and Rose looked into each others eyes for a while, just thinking about the time they spent together.

"Are you lonely?" Rose asked,

"I'm always lonely, Rose," The Doctor replied, "but I've got Jamee,"

"I'm lonely," Rose said "Without you."

The Doctor looked at her. He saw the her pain, and it nearly killed him to see what he had done to his amazing companion. The companion who had turned out to be so much more than a shop assistant. The companion who stole his heart.

"You won't be alone for long,"

"Will you miss me?" Rose asked,

"Every second," the Doctor replied,

Rose smiled sadly, wondering if her Doctor would ever say the words she longed to hear.

"I'll never leave you, you know that, don't you?" Rose said, just to make sure,

The Doctor looked at Rose, his eyes lingering on hers,

"Not ever," Rose ended.

They talked long into the night, just remembering the time they spent together. They laughed at the good times, and cried at the bad, just happy to be with each other.

Midnight came, and Rose and the Doctor both knew that it was time to let go.

"Rose…" The Doctor started, savouring the taste of her name on his lips. He knew that this was his last chance to tell her. And he would tell her this time, he wouldn't let her slip away. Not until she knew,

"Rose Tyler…" The Doctor blinked back tears as he said those simple words, the words he had longed to say ever since he first met her. The last words Rose Tyler would ever hear,

"Rose Tyler I…" the words may have been whispered through paper lips, but Rose heard the Doctor as clearly as if he was standing right next to her, she could feel his hand, stroking her soft cheek as he murmured the words she had long yearned to hear,

"Rose Tyler… I… I love you," Rose smiled as her eyes closed forever, her last breath brought a promise that would last throughout eternity,

"I love you too."