A/N: Hi everyone. I'm so sorry for never updating this. I'll be trying my hardest to update, I think they deserve an ending. Whether it's a happy or a sad one, I don't know yet. It depends on what you all think so far! Please, keep with it! 3
The months of recovery had been difficult on The Doctor and Rose, as well as the children. Rose had tried to be as strong as possible, but all of that just seemed impossible when they were faced with more outcomes. What if her surgery didn't work? The cancer was still there, and every day Rose truly believed that one day she would be told her time was up. That she only had a matter of time left with the family she loved.
The strain on The Doctor had been the hardest, seeing him have to cope with the life of young children as well as a sick wife. They sat together in the same old familiar doctor's office, waiting for the results of her latest biopsy to see whether the cancer had spread. They knew that it wasn't the end of the world if it had, but it just meant more pain and more therapy for Rose to suffer through, and harsher treatments. The Doctor squeezed Rose's hand as they waited for her physician, just wanting her to stay positive through all of this.
"It will be okay." He told her, just as he had done throughout the various months of therapy and surgeries, but each time she seemed to just shrug everyone he said away. It was almost as though she had already given up before the fight had even begun. "It won't have spread."
"Don't say that." Rose whispered under her breath. "Don't make promises you can't keep. It might have spread, it might have. Or don't you remember what they said last time? That the surgery hadn't been a full success?" She asked, staring down at their hands for the time being, not knowing what to say or do. The Doctor simply sat there in silence, feeling as though nothing he said could make his wife happy any more, he wanted to be positive. He was never one to accept the truth and the reality of a situation. And this was the perfect example of that. No husband wanted to be faced with the prospect that his wife was getting sicker and sicker with every passing day.
Her physician soon came in to the room with Rose's results in her hand. In that moment, Rose felt as though she was going to be sick, waiting impatiently as they informed her of the situation. She didn't even hear anything after the words 'I'm afraid…', that was all she needed to know. The cancer had spread; everything that they had been doing for the past six months had failed. Her body just wasn't accepting the therapies that were being used on her, and the countless surgeries that she'd had to endure.
Rose couldn't take listening to this anymore, standing up and leaving wihout a word being said to anyone. She couldn't do this, she couldn't go through more pain, and harsher treatments. Her mind couldn't focus and rationalise itself to stop being selfish, because right now she was scared. She was scared of dying, all the things she had seen around the Universe, different planets and species. And this was how it was going to end? She stared out at nothing, her eyes welling up as people passed her by. Normal people, people who may or may not have cancer. People that could live their lives normally. What is she couldn't do that any more? If the cancer didn't react to any of her previous treatments, what was to say it would now?
She heard her husband approaching her and calling out for her, but she walked away. She didn't want to see the pain and tortured look in his eyes, the look he had seen so many times during the past six months. "Go away." She sobbed, choking as she spoke. But he didn't stop, he just continued to chase after her until he caught up, stopping her.
"Rose, you need to look at me." He whispered, holding her tight so that she wouldn't simply run away again. "Sweetheart, please. I know this is difficult, I know it is. But we can do this, me and you. I can help you beat this, I promise I can, Rose." He said, his voice begging her not to run away again. She was his world and his rock. She was the only thing he had left other than their children.
Rose didn't respond, her heart breaking even more than she thought possible, simply resting against his without a world. Allowing herself to be enveloped in his arms, the tears beginning to stream down her face. "I don't think I can do this. Chemotherapy, radiation, what if my body can't take all that strain? This cancer's not like others, it's not natural. I just…I don't think it can be beaten." She admitted in a broken voice, wrapping her arms around her husband, needing his comfort right now.
"You're strong, Rose. I believe in you." He whispered, but deep down he knew that it might not be enough.
A/N; Sorry this was so short, just needed to try and get back in to it. Enjoy, let me know what you all want to happen. 3