Quantum Survivor

Red Bicycle

*Still Doctor's POV*

I had heard her heart beating strong. It didn't make since, if she was fine, why was she not waking up?

The Tardis was strangly quiet. Normally, it would help and provide hints as to how to help. All I could do was guess and scan.

But the scans always turned out funny. Like, like something was interfering or altering the data.

"What the hell are you?" Syria Moors, a mystery girl, she always talks but never says.

Like she is fillinh the void.

Its a good tactic to use, I might have to try it out myself. Maybe it'll spare me heartache.

No, the best way to spare heartache is to not lose her.

"Alright, so, she has said that the Tardis sent her here. Maybe she is from my future and can't interfere that way, but there are other things that we can do. She's dying, its why the Tardis sent here, but her heart is working fine so she isn't dying. Unless, she has more then one heart. There are a few species that have 2 hearts and can interact with a Tardis, so it is likely that she is one of those. I just have to get her second heart beating again, no problem." I turned to her body, the breathing was heavy, but wasn't a steady regular breath. Almost like she was anticipating for each and every breath to be her last.

"She came to me dying. She came to help me when she was dying. I can buy her more time, but unless I can actually figure out her entire story, I can't save her permanently. That doesn't matter though if she won't wake up." I look back down at her and see her face contorted in pain. Her hair is graying everyday that she is here, she is aging at an accelerating rate. I would give her days at most.

"What if it is too painful for her to continue living? Would it be better for her to die now?" It's not my choice to make. I need to wake her up, or at least try to for the best of my ability.

I grab my stethoscope and place it by her strong heart, on the left. So that must mean her other one is over on the right. I listen to see if I can hear the faint beat of it... I can't. That means that one heart has completely given out.

She came to me dying.

She knew this would happen.

I thought I could save her, but it wasn't my choice for her to live or die.

It's hers.

It won't be my fault, I did everything I could.

That doesn't mean it won't hurt.

I decide to pull up a chair and sit by her bed. I will be here when she wakes up. If she wakes up.

If she does, great. If not, it is not my fault. None of it is my fault. I did the best I could given the circumstances.

*3 days later*

Her hair was gray-er. She looked older, she looked old enough to be my mother except she wasn't as wrinkled.

Her eyes had aged too, they looked at me, dull and hard.

"Goodness," Her voice was soft, not the kind soft that it normally was, but the weak soft. "I must look like shit to have that type of pity in your eyes."

I huffed out laughter, "Would you like to see for yourself?"

"I always do."

I went to a counter and got a mirror, it was one she had given me. Once she had noticed all the mirrors in the Tardis had been cracked because I didn't want to face the monsters haunting my eyes.

She gasped, "I almost look as old as you."

I grinned, "At least I moisturize."

She laughed, until that laughed turned to a cough. A heavy, booming cough. "You- you have- you have no idea how funny that'll be one day."

"One day?"

She nodded, "I won't be here anymore. You will have a new friend."

"Will you get to meet them?"

She nodded again, "One day, long ago yet soon to come."

"Time travel. Always complicates things."

She looked over at me, "You won't mourn me too long, will you?"

"I will mourn you. I will move on, but I will never forget what you helped me through this past year."

She nodded, "I lived a long life. I almost made it to 911."

"You still have time."

She shook her head, "Not enough I am afraid."

A moment of silence passed before she spoke up again.

"When I pass, I have a request. Their is a little girl, last name Tyler. Lives on Powell Eastate. Her mother can't afford a christmas gift, she wants a red bicycle more than anything in the world. Can you make sure she gets one? Then maybe, maybe one day you can upgrade her ride."

I wipe tears from my eyes, "I can do that."

She places her hand on my face and rubs my cheek, "Do not mourn me for too long, as I will get to see my husband again. The man I love with all my lives and both my hearts."

I laughed sadlu and held her hand to my cheek, "Who are you Syria Moors?"

She smiles, "You will find out one day. So long as you deliver the red bicycle."

I feel her hand go limp, her eyes look like glass, a smile seems painted on. The tears stream down my face, I hold her hand to my lips and kiss it before placing it on her chest. "You deserve a better ending to a mystical story."

I kiss her forehead and close her eyes and the muscles that were holding her smile in place finally relaxes, leaving it to look like she was simply asleep. One check of her pulse concludes that she is, in fact, dead.

The Tardis whirred, telling me to give her a time lord funeral. I didn't question her as I prepared the pile of wood and cloth in the room Syria had claimed as hers.

When It was prepped, I placed her body on top gently and left. The Tardis then incinerated the entire room, before rebuilding and redesigning a new one in it's place.

When she was done, I stepped inside to see a blue chalk wall with intricate designs, a wall plastered in memories I had shared with her and blurred out images for memories I will make with her in the future. But, most importantly, in the corner I see a red bicycle.

"Miss. Tyler, I hope you are ready for a fantastic Christmas."

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One more chapter... I am crying btw. I will miss Iris and Syria. 😞😞