It's been another hectic day of treating patients, the death rates never ceasing to go up, your hands grew numb from all the bloodletting.

"Death will follow you as long you're with me. Is that the life you want?"

The Doctor stares at you through the glass eyes of his mask, awaiting your response as the breeze around you faltered, the air remains tense when the two of you stood in front of the door of your shared home.