"[f/n]..." The Doctor gasps when he sees your blood stained form. You feel dizzy and tired, and stumble forwards, the Doctor catching you and holding you in his arm.

"I'm sorry, Doctor..." You tell him, both yours and his vision blurred with tears.

He shakes his head through tears. "No. Don't be silly. This isn't your fault. None of this is your fault ... I'm so sorry, [f/n], I'm so sorry... It's all my fault..." He presses a kiss to your pale, cold forehead.

"It's okay, Doctor," you croak quietly. You feel cold, yet hot, the searing pain from the source of your bleeding tearing through you. "I'll be okay. You and me, we'll travel the stars again, won't we? I ... I'm just tired ... Let me ... Let me close my eyes for a minute ..."

A small sob escapes his throat as he listens to you draw your last breath. He rocks your lifeless form back and forth slowly, singing a gentle lullaby to you as he cries.