Matilda Jenkins was draped in Nolan Morrison's coat, not sure when it had fallen to the ground.
She felt as if the Doctor's voice had suddenly pulled very far away; she saw his mouth moving but couldn't hear what he was saying.
"It's a miracle the Old Man held on until now. Starting from yesterday, he forced himself to allow us to increase the dosage of the potent medicine, insisting on announcing his Will. In fact, his body couldn't withstand that dosage long ago. Now... we're powerless. Please accept our condolences!"
The Doctor bowed to them, bending his waist.
Nicholas Morrison's vital signs had completely disappeared. He had endured so many times, but ultimately didn't make it through this time.
Matilda Jenkins turned to look at Nolan Morrison. His expression was calm and composed, as if this was already a predetermined outcome, nothing surprising, and no reason to be sad or upset.
To them, Nicholas Morrison's life or death was indeed insignificant.
