This is my first fanfiction so please read and review! I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 1: The White Room
Clara slowly opened her eyes. Her head was thumping and she felt the walls of the room she was in closing in on her making her feel claustrophobic. Looking around she found large piles of furniture and random items all painted white. The walls, floor and ceiling were also white. Her eyes stung and adjusted to the brightness of the room as everything came into focus. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was being it the TARDIS with the Doctor-the Doctor! Where was he? She thought looking around.
Suddenly she heard a loud groaning noise from behind her. Becoming more alert, she picked up the nearest object (In this case it was a white hairbrush) and whipped around brandishing it like a sword. "W-who's there?"
Then she saw him. A crumpled heap on the floor, lying behind a stack of books and old toys. "Doctor!" Clara exclaimed rushing toward him "Doctor are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm completely fine" he spluttered attempting to hoist himself up but failing miserably. "No I'm not." He admitted in a weak voice. "Where are we?" Clara asked reaching out a hand and helping him up. "I have no idea" the doctor replied scanning the area with his sonic screwdriver, flipping it once in the air, and then returning it to his coat pocket. "Oh."
"Oh? What is that supposed to mean" Clara folded her arms. "Doctor?" she waved her hand in front of his face but he didn't answer her. His face wore a distant, hollow expression, one that Clara had hardly ever seen him use. She was starting to become disturbed by the long silence that was taking place. The doctor was usually prancing about making random remarks about strange planets and adventures. The silence was quickly interrupted by a shriek of excruciating pain and a thump as the Doctor's legs gave way and he slumped against the wall.
"This room." He gasped, clearly out of breath.
"What about it?"
"There's a poisonous gas present in this room'
"But…I can't feel anything?"
"That's because it's only poisonous to Timelords."
"What am I supposed to do?" she yelped starting to panic. The doctor's face was screwed into a grimace "I…I can't stand it" He moaned and rolled over on the floor clutching his stomach. Clara gasped and kneeled down beside him, still unsure of what to do. "Doctor! Tell me what I can do!" She insisted, but he ignored her question once again. "I'm dying, Clara." He whispered. He was breathing very heavily and Clara felt uneasy seeing him in pain. Suddenly, he turned to her and grabbed her hand. "Clara." He said firmly looking straight into her eyes. "Help…me…" She bit her lip with eyes glazed with tears, but then it clicked. Then she knew what to do.