𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬.

She will never come.

There were many ways to die, she knew that very well. As a dedicated and adventurous doctor, she had already witnessed the deaths of many people, even if she didn't like it. Life was a gift, she knew this and that's why she always made a point of giving her all to her patients. She has lived long enough to know that each life is the greatest love of someone's life. "You're mine, you know?"

When we are close to death, is there something that is on our mind?

Maybe someone? Or something? Regrets?

"Maybe now I can find out."

Everywhere she went, there were many interpretations of death. The difference in customs and culture in general was clear in all nations. Always authentic, even they believed in diferent things. Maybe it was different depending on what the person believed, it seemed fairer to her that way. But she wasn't sure where she came from, so where would she go? What's she supposed to believe?

"What do Snezhnaya people believe?" She did not know. During the last few months that she was here she wasn't able to have much contact with outsiders, and even when she came with her sensei, she still didn't spend enough time. The place was so cold, and not just for the climate, but also for the people. Always with the impression of something cold running through they veins and watching they back. "I should know, shouldn't I? There was always something wrong."

Perhaps, in the entire process of someone's death, the most painful thing is mourning. Maybe that was what she was feeling right now. The void in the soul that seems like it can't be filled by anyone else. She was sure she couldn't, and it hurt her more to know that there wasn't much she could do. How could she escape this intense cold that seemed to penetrate every tissue of her skin? There was no point where she looked, the only thing she would see was snow and some trees, big and covered in more freezing snow. She hoped that at least they would be the only ones who know where she is. "I'm sorry, honey."

At first, it just seemed like an innocent proposition. A way to help more people, a way to save more lives. It was as if the voice of her long-lost friend still sounded in her mind. "How many months have it been?" Certainly, many.

❆

"I still remember your dreams. 'To help many peoples of all nations live free from sickness'. Wasn't It? Well, her majesty has a offer for you to fulfill that wish."

"Go on..."

"Excellent choice."

❆

"It was like that, wasn't it? I can't remember well. But how could you remember, you weren't even here yet? Maybe... I could have avoided this. Maybe you could have a chance..." A laugh sounded, but there wasn't a hint of fun or happiness in it, just sadness and a silent apology. Her dazed and confused mind, although it could not think properly now, was still able to assimilate the present feeling of guilt that seemed to be crawling like a disease through her own body. Ironic, no? She was always trying to care and make sure everything would be okay, treating her patients no matter who they were, just like her sensei taught. She just didn't realize the harm it would bring her when she got to a certain Dottore.

She couldn't take it anymore, her body couldn't take this much any longer. How long had she been there? She didn't know, but judging by herself and the state of her body, she lay in that place for a long time. She had already tried every technique she could remember to try to contain the freezing state caused by the negative temperature of the place. Snow covered everything, like a devastation caused by the gods as a punishment. She vaguely remembers when she arrived a few months ago, the snow still covered everything, just like now. Whenever she needed to leave her office and go see the landscape, it was always the same scene. The snow always seemed to be there to cover traces of a nation poor in love and full of sadness. It was just as she imagined it now.