Clara watched him sip at his tea, his lips were chapped and his nose was red; she didn't care about that, he still looked perfect. He tilted the mug near vertical as he tried his hardest to catch the remaining drops, "That was delicious!" his voice didn't crack so much then, he was obviously getting better.

"Another?" Clara knew that's what he wanted

"I wouldn't say no" he replied as she gracefully stood up and took his mug, she floated away as beautifully as she arrived. As Clara poured the boiled water into his favourite mug, she could hear his heavy breathing, she couldn't stop thinking about him, not that she wanted to stop. She stirred the tea until it was just right, and slowly, so as not to spill any, made her way to where the Doctor was. And there he lay, tucked in a mountain of warmth, fast asleep.

She had decided to put the tea in a flask, so it would be warm when he woke up, and once she had done that, she sat next to him, 'I should probably get a book, or some knitting, or do something entertaining' she thought, she knew that she should be bored, watching him peacefully curled up, but she wasn't bored; she could watch him forever, and she'd never feel the tedium. Every now and then he'd stir, and maybe begin to wake up, but Clara would lay her hand on his cheek and stroke him gently until he was under, she even thought he woke up a couple of times, but let her stroke him anyway. As she gently pushed the hair out of his face, his eyelids fluttered open, he looked up at her with a look of intense devotion, he saw her chocolate eyes gleaming at him, a smile playing across her cheeks. Perfection, that's what she was, perfectly perfect. Irreplaceable. All he could see when he looked into her round eyes was care, he knew how he felt, but he couldn't admit it.

"I'm freezing" she broke the silence when her teeth began chattering, she couldn't hold it in any longer, "I'm gonna go get my blankets"

"Don't be stupid, we can share" the Doctor was astonished that she hadn't thought of that, "unless you're worried about getting sick, or-" he stuttered, it just occurred to him that maybe she didn't want to share the blankets. Clara's stomach fluttered, as she began to climb underneath them, she felt the warmth tickle at her toes, it was delightful. The Doctor felt her icy toes come near his leg, his hairs stood up simply from the proximity,

"Better?" he muttered

"Mmmhmm" she mumbled, they were both madly awkward, and they didn't know what to say as they practically shared a bed.

"Is it alive?" The Doctor exclaimed

"No."

"Is it bigger than my hand?"

"No"

"Is it from Raxacoricofallapatorius?"

"Umm"

"I give up!" the Doctor couldn't wait any longer as patience was not his forte.

"It was your bow tie, silly" Clara giggled as she said it, how could he have not guessed that?

"Oh" he sounded more sombre now, Clara didn't know what was wrong, and she was worried. Suddenly, he leaned toward her face and pecked her on the cheek; his face grew red as she became flustered.

"What was that for?" She said, swooning slightly,

"Just for taking care of me" as he croaked this, she was touched by this, he was usually very shy in those areas, she wished he wouldn't be, all she wanted was to kiss him, but what she didn't know was that was all that he wanted, but neither could build the courage, for now.

They sat in silence for a while, and she leaned on his shoulder, he was a good head and shoulders taller than her when they stood, but when they lay at equal ground he wasn't much bigger, she rested her perfect head on his solid shoulder, and her eyelids began to flutter, but suddenly he moved, she lifted her head as he leaned in towards her once again.