AN: My first story! Just a basic sic-fic with the 11th Doctor and Clara. Please review and all that! Thanks!

It was just a hike. At least, that was what it was meant to be. A calm hike through the alien jungle on a faraway world, with the light from a purple sky filtering through the gaps in the trees.

And it had been that. For a while, at least. The Doctor and Clara hiked along in near silence, though it was far from hostile. The Doctor lead, picking out the way through the trees while listening to Clara behind him. The way she breathed, the sound of her boots crushing leaves on the ground, every sound that escaped her, the Doctor heard.

He was really enjoying this hike.

Clara, on the other hand, was just trying to stay upright. About halfway through the trail she began to feel lightheaded, but didn't want to bother the Doctor about it. After all, he had looked so happy staring at the sky, scanning for alien birds buzzing through the trees. So she said nothing, and was suffering silently for it.

A wave of nausea and pain washed over her. She could feel the picnic they'd had earlier appearing again. She leaned on a nearby tree to catch her breath.

The Doctor, still listening intently to her breathing, stopped when he heard her sigh. He turned and saw Clara, deathly pale, leaning against a tree.

"Clara, you okay?" The Doctor questioned worriedly.

"Fine, just need to bit a rest." She mumbled. Sweat was practically dripping off her. "Cold out here to you?"

"Clara, it's 26 degrees." Rushing forward, the Doctor put his hand on her forehead. It was much, much too warm, even for a human.

"Let's get back to the TARDIS, okay? Can you walk back?"

"Course I can." Clara replied. The moment she pushed away from the tree, though, her legs buckled beneath her. She felt blackness swarming at the edges of her vision, and she felt tears starting to form at the corners of her eyes. As she finally succumbed to the darkness, the Doctor smoothed her hair and whispered softly,

"I'll sort this out, Clara. I promise."