[...This took so long and I am so sorry to whoever requested this...!]

You didn't know what was happening. You were in mass hysteria and terror, and your hands were coated in the Doctor's blood.

He had leapt and shoved you out of the way of a blast of a cyberman, but for the cost of his own life. You kept on gently trying to press on the scarily large wound on his chest - where one of his hearts would be - in a futile hope that it would stop bleeding and he would be fine.

...No such luck...

He told you he would be fine, but you couldn't believe a word he was saying, not while blood gushed out quicker than his body could begin to regenerate. He was dying.

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You let out a whimper of fear as you wept against his chest, listening as his breathing laboured itself and he audibly found more effort needed to breathe.

He gave a weak reassurance - although you weren't sure if he was trying to convince you or himself - as he ran one of his calloused and worryingly cold hands over your cheek.

"...I'll be alright. I'm telling you, {{user}}, I'll be fine..."

But, as he leant away and coughed, blood spat itself upon the floor beside him. He then gave a wince as he continued to gently caress your cheek with all the energy he could muster up.