The final incarnation of The Doctor stood with his head held high as he accepted his fate. This time there would be no escaping death like the countless times he had done before. What would be the point? He had nothing left to cling on to. The list of people who had left his long life was infinite. It saddened the Time Lord's hearts when he thought about his 'companions' that had drifted through his life. Some had become family, like the mad and impossible Ponds. And some had already been family, like the very first person he had ever travelled with, his wonderful and magnificent granddaughter Susan.
But this time no-one stood beside him. No-one but his one constant and dreadfully faithful companion; death. There would be no tears this time, no pleading with time, as the Time Lord understood more than anyone that his time was catching up with him and that he needed to let it pass by him. He'd had a truly fantastic life. A life that had been lit up and shone with the brightness and love that he'd received. Love that came from the times he'd spent as a lonely soul, when people such as the amazing Donna Noble, the awe-striking Melody Pond and the enigmatic Clara Oswin Oswald reached out without a word and clasped his hand into theirs in a silently mutual understanding.
The Doctor had had many regretful times in his many lives, but now would not be the time for those, and as he felt the pain sear through his heart and his eyes dull out into blackness, he knew he'd done good.
'BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP…' came the sound of the constant life support machine as the elderly nurse hustled her way into one of the private rooms to tend to her comatose patient. She didn't have a single clue about the man who lay in that bed. He'd been there for as long as she could remember; no-one knew who he was. She hated to think that this 'John Doe' was near his end. But she knew in her heart that he could go on no longer and what her job was. It wasn't fair to let him carry on when there was absolutely no hope that he would ever breathe on his own again or open his -well whatever colour his eyes were- eyes. He had been dreaming of a better life that he could never have for far too long.
With a deep and long breath, the elderly nurse closed her eyes and flicked the switch on the life support; ending the unfortunate man's life. Oh how it was such a tragic shame, she thought as she bent her head and muttered "Rest in peace, dear" as she bid her farewell to the man she had been catering for, for what seemed like forever.
With a final nod, the nurse picked up the clipboard from the end of the bed and silently walked out of the room, closing the door gently behind her. "It's done," she smiled tragically as she placed the clipboard on the desk of the ward.
"Thanks Barbara, I'll get right on that." The Ginger woman at the desk smiled and studied the clipboard as the Nurse waited; just double-checking that everything was in order. This was a stupid habit that she did, even though she knew it was all perfectly recorded.
"Yep! All looks fine to me. Now get on with your round, Nurse Wright." The redhead cheekily teased her with a flash of a wink.
"Catch you later, Donna" Barbara rolled her eyes jokingly before smiling fondly at the receptionist before she walked away and carried on with her day's work.
