I don't own Dr. Who.
I stood there. Watching. This was the last time I would see The Drs. face. I felt alone. Scared. The Dr. I know would not be the one I would see in a few minutes. He would wake up, as someone else, with the same memories, the same love of life, but he would definitely different. He had explained this to me. He said it was a way to cheat death. But it wasn't.
"Dr." I said as kneeled over him.
"Yes?" he wheezed. I wouldn't have much more time to tell him.
"You said that this was a way to cheat death. But it isn't is it. Not really." Tears were filling my eyes. It wasn't fair, he shouldn't go. I didn't want him to go. I wanted my Dr. "It just means that you will see yet more of it. You don't get to cheat it. It gets to cheat you. You are forced to live to see more friends die, more family murdered, and more people lost. Isn't it?" As the words poured out, so too did my tears.
"Yes. Yes, perhaps that is indeed what happens. But it is still a new beginning. A new world, a new me." He coughed and choked out.
"Then let the last words you hear Dr., be Thank You. Thank you for not giving up. For holding on to new beginnings." As the words flowed, I hated myself for them. It felt like I was giving the Dr. permission to change. In a way I suppose I was. That didn't mean I wanted it. "Thank you Dr."
Then light poured out from the Dr. and a new Dr. awoke.