I'm the impossible girl, and my story is done.
I've saved the Doctor eleven times, or maybe even more. One time after another, and to be fair, he's saved me once or twice. I'm Clara Oswin Oswald. Call me, the impossible girl.
Now, I'd seen every face of the Doctor. One... two... three... all the way to the eleventh, and there he was. The eleventh Doctor standing in front of me, he looked almost like he was about to cry. I didn't know why. I'd seen the same man hurt, confused, angry, upset, and I could always tell why. But this was new to me. "Doctor?"
Why were those words so hard to get out of my mouth? It was like my own voice was trying to hide inside me and never come out again.
The Doctor's gaze turned upwards to meet, "Clara, my Clara," his voice concerned me most. It matched the look I saw in his eyes, pain and sadness. "Clara," he only repeated my name yet again, as he stepped towards me. "They're gone," he whispered, as if trying to calm me down. I was calm, wasn't I? I don't understand.
"Doctor," I said, with the same stuggle I'd been having before. My voice hurt, actually everything hurt. "I don't understand. What's wrong, Doctor? Who's g-gone?" I asked, biting my lip because of all of the sudden pain flowing freely through me. I wasn't numb anymore. Just hurt and confused."
The Doctor just shook his head, "You don't remember what just happened do you?" He asked, but just let the topic hang there, clearly not about to tell me what actually had happened. I sighed, squinting slightly now to see him, "Doctor, you're fading... why are you fading?"
I saw his eyes widen, and I knew that probably wasn't a good thing, he rushed towards me. The next thing I knew, he was carrying me in his arms and... running? Yes, Chinboy was running. Then I saw it...
There was blood. Red and dripping. But dripping from where? It took me a moment, "Doctor?"
"Yes Clara, what is it?" he said, his voice sounded just like it did any other time his was in a hurry or working hard on something. He was so focused in what he was doing most of the time.
"Is that b-blood... mine?" I asked, softly. I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them back up again, "Am I... bleeding?"
The Doctor stopped and thought for a moment, I wondered what he was thinking about. His face looked like he had given up, but the Doctor never gives up. He laid me down on the floor, kneeling beside me and holding me tightly to him. After another long moment, he answered my question, "Yes... You are."
I saw tears forming in his eyes, he seemed really scared. He'd told me stories in the past, about past companions and losing them, but I could have never imagined the pain... at least, not until now anyways, "Clara..."
Was that all he could say was my name? "Don't tell me I'm dying," I said, quietly. "Because, Chinboy, I already know."
The Doctor winced, and for a moment everything was quiet, "Thank you," he said, softly. I felt his fingers brushing my hair out of my face. I knew he hadn't moved, but he was still fading, "Thank you for being my Impossible Girl."
I smiled at his words, "Run you clever boy," I couldn't speak anymore. My eyes felt heavier and heavier, like it was a task just to keep them open. My toes had gone numb, actually, it felt like everything had gone numb. I forced myself to go on.
"And remem-..."
That was it, I couldn't manage the rest. I felt my eyes close and everything else start to shut down. The last thing I heard was distant, but I could still recognize the voice, "C-clara! Please, please no..."
"Thank you, for doing the impossible"
