A/N : I originally wrote this with my own characters in mind so if it is slightly OOC, sorry! Please read this…I think it's an important issue that people are to quick to overlook.

"Please ," he whispered. "I want this , I need this."

In the silence of the hospital ward, his every breath was like the sea waves hitting the shore.

His every sigh was a serrated blade against stone.

His every word was like a gun shot.

It pained me to hear him speak this way. I was a doctor. My job is to save people. I can't do this. They didn't teach this at Imperial!

"I c-can't! You know that ," I stumbled over my words.

"And you don't need this. You're just being , well, you." My tone held a hint of resentment but mostly exasperation.

He gave me a look.

"Teddy ," he croaked.

I sighed and closed my eyes.

"No...NO dad." I glared at him while I perched on the side of his bed, my stethoscope hung loosely around my neck. Of late , every time I visited , we seemed to be having the same conversation and if I'm honest it was getting a bit tiring. I wish he'd just get this ridiculous idea out of his head.

He sighed and closed his own eyes. It's these moments that make me realise how much I'm like the man I call my father. I may not be his real son , and him not my real father but on a level where it mattered, he was.

And that was why I couldn't do this. Truth of the matter was he mattered just too damn much to me.

"Just go Teddy. I need to sleep."

I nodded but then stopped ; his eyes were still closed. He couldn't see me nodding.

"I'll be back tomorrow , dadda. You better still be alive old man!"

I saw his lips twitch.

Whether it was my term of endearment or my pathetic joke but after a minute a reluctant smile formed its way onto his face. I allowed myself a smile too. A small respite from the frown my face usually donned whenever I came to visit.

For mid December it was a pretty mild evening. The elderly care ward may have been epitome of quiet but Tooting high street was just as busy as ever.

I was deep in thought. The conversation was still playing around in my head. It shouldn't be , I know. I should dismiss his pleas straight away , but still...still if it mattered so much to him maybe I should just comply?

"excuse me sweetie." My head snapped up at the kindly looking woman standing next to me at the traffic lights.

She smiled gently. She was the type whose eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled.

"You're still wearing it ," she said , indicating my neck.

Confused , I directed my gaze to where she was pointing.

My steth was still around my neck. I cursed inwardly. Now everyone would be thinking that I'm an egoistical prat.

Brilliant.

"Oh ," I choked out.

I hastily yanked it out and stuffed it into the duffel.

"Thanks , I muttered and just then the green man appeared.

And all of a sudden I came to an understanding.

Every one had to go on. Move on to the next adventure. Perhaps Harry was right. Maybe it was his time to go.

And after all he was my guardian, my friend , my father. The man who raised me and taught me all that I know. If Euthanasia was what he wanted, how could I deny him this simple respite?

A/N : So , slightly controversial here. What are your views on Euthansia? Please review.

-Vitzy-