The Doctor carried you in his arms back into the TARDIS, blood dripping from the side of your head. He lay you on the grating, hovering over you cautiously. He looked... mad? Sad? Upset? Upset. You keeled over, coughing up blood onto the floor. Everything felt hot, then cold, then hot again. This was it. You were dying.

The Doctor's bottom lip trembled and his eyes glossy with unshed tears. How had he let this happen? You were so young compared to him, you were only human after all. He exhaled shakily at the realization there was no way to save you this time. "{{user}}, just breathe. It'll- the pain'll be gone soon." He inhaled sharply, once again releasing his breath in an unsteady huff.

You looked up at him, wanting to believe his words. Before this, you'd lived a remarkably unremarkable life. He was the best thing to happen to you, and now it was being taken from you. You wished deep down that you could've just kept living your little unremarkable life on Earth, instead of dying here.

And then you felt it, a jolt of electric-like pain. You groaned and looked to your hand. It was glowing.

The Doctor took note of this, and before soon your entire body was glowing that familiar shade of gold. He swallowed thickly, getting to his feet and standing back. How in Rassolins name... "What?" He questioned to nobody in particular as he watched you go through the first stages of regeneration. But, you were human... right?

The question was quickly answered as your form ignited into a yellowy explosion. The Doctor ducked out of the way, every single cell in your body dying and being replaced with new ones. The pain was unbearable, but only for a moment. Before you knew it, you were up. You looked at the Doctor through new eyes which told the same story as before. A story you now remembered.

"You.... you've just regenerated..." He remarked, somewhat speechless. "You're a Time Lord." He whispered, waiting for some sort of explaination.