And he held her close, what more could he do? There, pressed against him, the Doctor tried his best to comfort her.

Slowly and carefully he pulled her up the bed with him, laying her beside him and just holding her close. The Doctor was as a loss for words, he was an expert at scraped knees or snotty noses, but at broken Roses. Oh no, he was no good at those.

"Rose, please. Don't say that. Don't ever say..." Closing his eyes he hid his face in her hair, breathing in her scent. "You more than deserve me."