He left Clara in the Infirmary bed, sleeping. The Doctor had taken great care of his companion, cleaning and stitching the wound, making her feel as comfortable as possible. At least she hadn't lost a whole lot of blood, but still enough to render her unconscious until she restabilised. The Doctor had wrapped Clara in a soft blanket and planted a wet kiss on her forehead before he headed to the console room.

The TARDIS landed in that same building and the Doctor was ready to confront the people who were responsible to Clara's torture.

The Time Lord stood, gazing at the door, fury building up in his chest.

He remembered his Clara. It was a good thing she was asleep.

Don't take revenge, will you?

He could almost hear her say that. And he knew she would if she were to know was he had in mind.

The Doctor looked back at the control column.

"Take care of Clara for me, will you, old gal?"

The TARDIS hummed gently.

He straightened his bowtie and went outside.


A/N yet another short fill-up chapter... Hopefully... Will soon update the story with a much longer, much more interesting chapter :D Thanks for reading :)