Title: Deathbed
Prompt: #31 - Death
Rating: G
Claim: Ten/Tardis
Spoilers: None
Notes: Been away for ages, and easing back into it gradually with a rather maudlin drabble, written for the
doctorwho_100 challenge (Prompts are
here.)
DEATHBED
It is curious, this going away slowly and by stages. The quiet slipping off. So much to do, he thinks, but stops with them to witness the small warm single heart slow, cool and still. Almost he envies them the silence and mourning: in his so many lifetimes the pounding of the blood has never ceased, slowed but not to stopping. There is surprise, but rarely tears; rarely they are his own.
Amidst this farewell he says only goodbye, smiles, stops smiling, leaves and leaving, wonders:
At the end, if there is one, who will tell anyone that he's gone?