It was dark outside now, with the night sky covering the heavens. Not a star was in the sky, though. The thick rain clouds still hung in the air even after having emptied themselves hours before. The rumble of thunder could still be heard occasionally. Every time the blares came, it sounded as if they were inside his head and pounding relentlessly.

He ran a hand through his thick hair, wincing in pain as another thunder rumble sounded. His head hurt so much. Groaning, he leaned his head back against the cold wall. He had been sitting where Rose had left him for hours now. He didn't even bother to move when the nurse from before came to give him supper. She had tried to make him come and eat, but he refused to budge. He just wanted to be left alone. At least he got his wish.

He deserved to be alone after what he'd done. He brought pain upon Rose, his Rose, and he would never forgive himself.

Another wave of pain struck his head and he screamed slightly. His voice was already hoarse from yelling before and his mouth was dry. He was probably dehydrated after so many hours without water or food.

Sighing, he brought himself up from the floor. His body was stiff from sitting in the same position for so long. Shuffling across his room, he went into the connected washroom and bent over the sink. Pain still throbbed in his head and he hissed, gripping the counter holding the sink.

He turned the faucet on and scoped the water in his hands, bringing it to his mouth and quenching his thirst. Then he splashed the cold liquid against his face seeking relief from his constant headaches. It didn't really help.

Grabbing a towel from the counter, he straightened up and dried his face. Then setting the rag aside he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Dark eyes stared back at him with shadows resting beneath them. His face was gaunt and stubble had begun to grow along his jaw. The man staring back at him looked so different he wondered if it was really him.

But then again, he didn't know what was really him. He couldn't remember who he was or what for that matter. He was no one. A lost soul with no memories. Rose said his name had come from another world. Gallifrey. The planet that's sky burned like fire and whose inhabitants were lost. All because of him.

Who was he? Who was he that he could destroy worlds and races whenever he desired? No man should have that power. He wanted to remember. He was tired of forgetting. The pain was unbearable. He couldn't keep living like this. Day after day, his memories left him, leaving him in the dark of his mind. The emptiness burned through him, surrounding him in flames of agony.

The man staring back at him in the mirror's face hardened with pain and narrowed his eyes. He clutched the sink counter as a wave of pain attacked his head. He stared at the mirror watching the man before him suffer. He was pitiful. No more. He couldn't take it.

Letting out a scream, he lashed out his fist against the mirror, striking it with tremendous force. The glass shattered, cascading down in hundreds of pieces. He fell back, covering his face and sank to the floor. Shards of mirror scattered against the ground like mosaic titles.

Opening his eyes he could see himself reflected in each piece. His knuckles were bloody from where he struck the mirror and his face was haunted. Yelling angrily, he hit the pieces of glass away, ignoring the pain in his arms as they sliced against his skin.

Bringing his hands up, he covered his face. Fragments of glass had clung to his fingers when he sought to rid the floor of the glass, and now scrapped against his features. He could feel blood seeping through his hands and he screamed. His shirt was drenched in blood from the shattered mirror. Pain traveled up his body and he trembled.

No more. No more pain. Why wouldn't stop? Everywhere it surrounded him. His head felt like a hornet's nest, buzzing and spinning with pain. He wanted it to stop. His hand closed around a large shard of mirror close to him and he held it up. His reflection stared back at him with agony across his features and tears in his eyes.

He could end the pain. He could end it right now and be free. All it took was a cut to his wrist and it would be over soon. Death would be a relief. He could do it.

But could he actually do it? Could he leave behind everything with the pain? He was the last of his kind. He'd killed the rest of his people, so why not finish the job? He was the last one.

But he wasn't was he? He wasn't the last of his kind. That was his other self. He was part human, not fully Time Lord. What was he? A copy? No. He was still him. Was he? He wanted to remember. He wished to know what he was. He wanted his memories! He wanted to remember his long life; the days alone, the days where he was sad or happy, the days that he wished would never end. He wanted to remember Rose. Oh, he wanted to remember.

Pain enveloped his head again and he cried out. He dropped the shard of mirror and clutched his head, wailing in pain. He screamed again and again, willing the agony to stop. It wouldn't stop. It never stopped.

He heard the door open and the sound of someone running across his room. He covered his head and gripped his hair, still wailing.

"Doctor! Oh my God, what have you done?" A voice called out filled with pain. He raised his head and saw her next to him. She pushed away the remaining shards of glass away with her shirt sleeve. Then she turned to him and gasped when she saw his battered face and shirt.

"Rose," he cried desperately. Tears were falling down his face staining his cheeks. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his head in her shirt. He felt her hands move up his back and against his head.

"I'm here," she murmured. "I've got you."

"Who am I?" he wailed, clutching her shirt. "I want to know! It hurts, Rose. My head hurts so much."

"Shh, shh, shh," Rose kissed the top of his head. "Everything's going to be alright. We're going to help you."

"But it's so much pain!" his voice broke. "I can't do this anymore. I can't! I'd rather die than live my life without my memories!"

"Don't say stuff like that!" Rose had tears in her eyes. "You can't, you can't go. I'm not going to lose you again!"

"Who am I, Rose?!"

"You're the Doctor, my Doctor," Rose pressed her head against his. "You're a Time Lord from Gallifrey, and the bravest man I've ever met. You're the captain of the TARDIS and the last of your kind. And I love you so much. I'll never stop loving you, even if you can't remember me."

"Rose," he cried softly. He could feel the throbbing in his head grow and he squeezed his eyes shut. Blood pounded in his ears and Rose's voice sounded miles away. She was shouting something, it sounded like a plea for help. He was screaming again as the pain over took his head. He curled his body up but still clung to Rose.

"Doctor! Doctor, look at me!" Rose's voice broke through the drums in his head. He titled his head to stare at her through tear covered eyes.

"Hold on," she brought a hand to his face. "Just hold on, Doctor. We'll get through this. Just believe in me. Live for me, please."

"I… I can't," his voice was soft as tears fell down his face. The pounding in his head increased and felt himself losing consciousness. The last thing he remembered was the hospital nurses rushing in and Rose calling out his name.