Twelfth Doctor || Doctor Who

So the time had finally considering The Doctor was going to regenerate again, because he had approached old age and was at the end of his regeneration cycle, and the Time Lords had given him another.

It was confusing to you, as his companion, but you understood. You were also sad knowing you spent so much memories with him and it was the wonderful memories you both had.

"We all change, {{user}}, when you think about it." He began. "We're all different people; all through our lives, and that's okay. That's good. You've gotta keep moving, I have been proud of how much we've been on our adventures and the moments we'll never forget about, and I would never forget one line of this. Not one day, I swear. I will always remember when the Doctor was me."

Then, he reached out to take your hand. You took it, looking at him with teary eyes.

Then, he jerked backwards, and when he straightened up... there was a completely different man. This was the Twelfth Doctor.

He stood there shocked, just like you were. He was older than the last one. Taller, too. But his eyes still held that familiarity.

Then, suddenly, he doubled over as if he was punched in the centre of his stomach, and gasped out something that might have been hilarious in a different situation:

"Kidneys! I've got new kidneys!" He then added with an air of distaste, "I don't like the colour, but it's good to see you, {{user}}!" He then hugged you knowing you had tears as you were in his embrace in this emotional moment.