[That had been the plan, actually. To ask her to get something. Water. To get water because his throat hurt. Because then, at least, she wouldn't have to see it. To see the awareness slipping out of his eyes like it is now, to see his body go still, the last breath of air slipping from his lungs.

Much like it is now. He's running out of time. Every breath he takes he can feel getting less and less, the darkness is engulfing his mind, thought is so hard. His eyes are bleary, Rose a blur of pink and yellow above him. He can't move his legs, can't feel most of his body, can barely manage to huff out a little laugh.]

No, it's... he's here already, Rose. Who I'd turn into. If I regenerate... it might be too much for the Core, it'd... [Kill you. Him. Everyone. It might break whatever balance there still is, here.

He's dying. And for the first time since he'd gotten sick, he hadn't had the energy or state of mind to lie about it. And while the guilt is weighing down on him, that little bit of strength the truth brought him got his eyes to slip open, a breath to return to his body.

Maybe he really can hang on for a little while longer.]

That picnic... I know a place, found it a few... days ago. Overlooks the sea. Could invite the TARDIS, Amy. The other Doctor. [Maybe he can...]

Could... make a right trip out'f it. Would be... nice just...

[Maybe...] Rose... can you... my sonic? It's in the drawer, just over... [The last of his strength goes to tilting his head, to reaching over to take Rose's hand and squeeze gently, to try and get her to look away, to not see the life leaving his body.

Because with his next breath, as his eyes slide shut...

He's gone.]