A/N: This story was supposed to be a one-shot, but Write0rDie asked if there would be a second chapter… I'd been thinking about it and then thought: Why not? It was a really good idea, so thanks again for the comment!
I truly hope you all will like this chapter too!
Enjoy!
Sink
Chapter Two
When Clara came into her room, she threw her wet clothes in the corner - no mood nor power to take care of them - and with a hum, the TARDIS teleported them away. She decided to keep the black holey jumper on because there was something about that gave her a good feeling. Maybe it was the soft fabric on her skin... or the Time Lord's sweet scent on it. She couldn't quite tell. Clara slipped in her black pyjama trousers and sat down for a moment, wrapping her hands around her stomach... She really wasn't feeling well...
The Doctor put on his black plaid trousers and pink T-shirt that was most of the time hidden under other parts of his clothing. Although he saved her from drowning, he was still very worried about her because complications resulting from the water exposure might still occur. He grabbed a few warming blankets and a warm compress before he scuttled to her room.
When he entered, Clara was nowhere to see, but he heard some sounds coming from the direction of the bathroom. He left the things on her bed, walked over to the door and knocked.
"Clara, are you okay?" he asked.
She coughed a few times.
"Yeah, yeah," she answered quickly.
"May I come in?"
Silence.
"Clara, please... I want to help you," he pleaded.
"Yeah, okay," came her quiet voice. He almost didn't hear it.
The Doctor slowly opened the door and found her kneeling in front of the toilet bowl. Her chest and abdomen were heaving, her body slightly contorted - she thought she would vomit again, but her stomach had already been empty. Just a strange pain remained.
The Time Lord hated to see her like this. So vulnerable. Exhausted. Shaken.
He knelt down behind her and pulled into a light, comforting hug.
"Are you ready to go back to your bedroom?" he whispered as he tilted his head forwards to see her face.
A small nod was the answer. She didn't look at him and he could feel she was embarrassed.
"There's no need to be ashamed, Clara," he assured her.
"I know. It's just... I didn't want you to see me like this," she admitted.
"Oh, Clara, it's okay. Everything's fine. Come on, let's get you to bed," he said.
The Doctor helped her to get up and they went back. He knew she was weak although she tried to hide it. One push and she would fall over.
"Drink this before you lie down."
He pulled a phial from his pocket and gave it to her.
"What is it?" she asked as she sat down on her bed.
"Something for your upset stomach. It will be better," he smiled.
Clara swallowed the blue syrup-like liquid - it was warm, almost hot and she could feel it running down her throat.
"Thanks," she said.
"Don't mention it. Lie down, Clara, you need to rest."
Clara did as she was told and lied down on her back. The Doctor crawled on her bed, sat right next to her waist so that he could face her. His hand found the lower part of the jumper.
"I'll tuck it up a bit, yeah?"
It was half a question, half an announcement that he uttered shyly.
"Yeah," Clara agreed, not taking her eyes off him.
The Doctor tucked the jumper up and stopped right under her breasts. Her revealed skin was very pale, almost blue-ish. He put his hand on her cold and sore belly and gently rubbed it in circular motions. She relaxed, yet her heart started to beat a little faster. Her eyes closed for a moment, breathing evened, so he kept on soothing her upset stomach whilst he was smiling, looking at her sincerely.
"How's the pain in your chest?" he asked her.
"A little better... but still quite sharp," she murmured.
"I'm sorry, Clara, I think I can't do anything about that," he replied with regret.
"It's alright," she said and patted his hand lightly.
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After a while, he picked up the small warm compress he had brought with him. It had the form of a rectangle and although it was filled with some liquid, it was very thin, so it wouldn't disturb her in any way. He carefully placed it on her skin, held it in place for a moment till it started sticking to it - therefore she needn't worry about rolling over in bed or walking.
"I brought you a warming blanket," he said, reaching for it.
"Great, thanks. Really need one," she smiled while he was tucking her up.
Then he removed his shoes and lied down next right to here. She wished him to stay with her, after all - how could he refuse? He snapped his fingers and the lights in the room dimmed as the ceiling turned into an excerpt from space - a colourful nebula with lots of stars and she loved it.
"Clara, if you start feeling worse," he started and Clara looked back at him.
"Then tell me, alright? Or if you need anything..."
The impossible girl sneaked her hand out of the cover to cup his face.
"I will - promise," she smiled and gave him a soft kiss.
"Thank you, Doctor," she whispered, caressing his lightly pink cheek with her knuckles.
His lips curled into a smile as he gazed at her lovingly, hearts about to jump out of his chest.
"It's... it's nothing, Clara. I like taking care of you," he replied.
"Rest now," he kissed her hand, put back under the blanket and she muffled herself up, let the warmth wash over her body some more.
The Doctor pulled her closer to him and placed a kiss in her hair as the humming of the blue box lulled her to sleep.
A/N: Thanks for reading!
Hope you enjoyed it!
UPDATE: There will be Chapter 3