Emil's eyes fluttered, but he nodded and took the stethoscope off. "Thank you," he murmured. "For everything. You're right... It'll work out." He had a terrible feeling that time was actually about to run out, but what could he do? He had to trust the Doctor, and he had to trust in himself...

"You don't mind watching me and making sure? I thought you would've gotten sick of this mess by now," Emil said with the lightest bit of humor. At least he didn't flinch.