Feel Me, by Mecca Kalani, as requested by Guest Danielle.
"See? I told you that wouldn't be so bad," the Doctor panted, slamming the doors of the TARDIS shut in just enough time to stop a stray arrow. "See? See, Rose," he continued, turning when he didn't hear a response from his companion. He turned in just enough time to see her knees give out, her body collapsing to the ground.
There was so much blood.
"Rose!" the Doctor yelled, hurling himself towards her. He didn't get there in enough time to catch her, but that hardly mattered now. What mattered was the growing red stain in her blouse, just above her navel.
Her chest heaved in short, rapid breaths, her eyes wide and searching, looking for his face. "D-doc—" Her voice was wrong, all wrong; it was bubbly and wet and wrong.
"Shh, I've got you, I've got you," the Doctor murmured, trying to keep the panic from his voice as he cradled her head in one arm while he attempted to stop the bleeding with the other hand. "You'll be alright, you'll be—"
Her searching eyes found his and stayed locked on. Her breathing was slowing to single, erratic gasps, and still she stared at him. "Not…this…time…" she managed, somehow forming an apologetic smile despite the fact that she was bleeding out in the console room.
"No, no, you're fine. I'm here and you're here and we're both going to be fine," the Doctor said firmly, pressing harder on her wound to try and stop the blood flowing between his fingers. "Don't leave me…" he added in a whisper, closing his eyes.
It was only a moment. But when he opened his eyes again, Rose was already gone.
In case you were wondering, yes, angst will be the theme for the night. Bare with me.
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