First of all WOW! I recieved so much amazing feedback from chapter one I almost couldn't believe it! So here's chapter 2 for all you lovely supporters! This chapter has a lot more fluff, and is a bit sillier, but i think you'll still enjoy it, I mean who doesn't want he Doctor to be happy?
She had managed to take a bath on her own, (not without struggle though, of course), and after wrapping herself in a towel she had opened the bathroom door to find the Doctor waiting for her almost directly in front of the door. He gave her a cheeky grin and helped her limp to the infirmary, not bothering to let her put on any clothes. She sat down on the bed/table thing that all medical places seemed to have, and waited for the Doctor to give her further instructions.
He came back with a glass of water and two small pills. "One is for pain, and the other is full of vitamins" he explained. She took the pills and swallowed them quickly, hoping the pain relief would kick in soon. The Doctor returned once again with... a leg brace. She groaned. She had never had to wear a leg brace before, but she knew they weren't fun.
The Doctor carefully wrapped it around her bare leg, and fit an ice pack over her knee. He was satisfied with his work.
"How long do I have to keep it on?" Clara asked.
"Depends on how fast it heals" he shrugged "but with the medicine I have, it should heal faster than most humans would have to wait".
Clara sighed. "Can I at least get dressed?"
"You aren't putting on any clothes!" The Doctor insisted, gaining a suspicious look from Clara.
"No I didn't mean anything by that!" He held up his hands in defense, his face growing a shade redder. "It's just a known medical fact that it's easier for the body to recover when it's not being suffocated by clothes!"
"Oh really? I've never heard that one before" she teased. Even if she felt like crap, she still had fun getting him all flustered.
"Oh shut up!" He grumbled. "Anything else hurting?"
"Just my whole body" she shrugged as if that was no big deal. "But I expected that. Those pain meds should help me."
"Alright" the Doctor said. "We're going back to your room, you need to rest. Want to try crutches? Or a wheelchair? Or I could carry you if you really want-"
"I don't want to rest" Clara butted in "I want to talk to you" she said "I might take up that offer on being carried though" she pondered. "I just want to be with you. Awake" she confessed.
"I want to be with you too" he replied "I want to be with you and never ever leave, but you really do need to rest. I'll carry you."
"Will you rest with me?" She pleaded "I don't want to be alone."
"Yeah I'll rest with you" he agreed with a smile. He found it crazy that even after everything they had gone through at Trenzalore she still felt safe with him.
'Mmm 'k" she mumbled, suddenly sounding sleepier than she had been moments before. "Carry me to my room chin boy!" The Doctor rolled his eyes, and bent his knees so he was the right height to scoop Clara up into his arms. The wheelchair would have been much easier, but it actually was quite nice to hold Clara so close to him.
As they walked down the hallway (well he walked, Clara just kind of laid in his arms) the Doctor tried to keep his focus on the task of bringing Clara to her bed, rather than the fact that she would be 100% naked if that towel was to fall off. He shook that thought out of his mind quickly.
He made it to Clara's room and set her down on her bed gently. She stretched out her leg, and he placed a pillow under her knee. He climbed into the other side of the bed and lied down. He wasn't tired anymore, he wanted to do something. Anything other than nothing!
"Doctor?" Clara said "I wanted to ask you something."
"Ask away."
"Well I was just thinking" she continued "back in Trenzalore, when I jumped into your timestream... Why would you risk destroying it to save me?"
The Doctor looked at Clara for a few moments before actually speaking. "Clara, why wouldn't I come to save you?" He gave her a look that was full of care. "You're my impossible girl Clara, I'll always be there to save you!"
"Would you still save me if I wasn't impossible?" She's seriously doubting how important she really is the Doctor thought.
"Clara, I would save you no matter what the circumstances were. You mean so much more to me then you realize!" He grasped her hand with his. "I'm not letting you go. Not ever."
Clara looked up to meet his eyes with tears in her own. "I won't leave you either" she promised "never ever no matter what." The Doctor couldn't help but smile in return. He pulled her a bit closer than she already was and mumbled nonsense into her hair.'
"I can remember some things" Clara said. "Like I kind of remember meeting you as different versions of you."
"Oh really? What versions of me?"
"The first one, I remember that one pretty clearly. I think I helped you- Oh my gosh I helped pick the TARDIS!" Clara blinked in astonishment.
"I suppose you did now that I think about it! I can't believe I didn't realize that was you before!"
"You're a lot better looking now" Clara deemed.
"Well thank you Clara" the Doctor smirked.
"Oh shut up!" She giggled. "I remember another one of you too. He's some competition on you".
"What?! Who? I mean it was me but... Which one?!"
"The one with the huge ears!" She laughed loudly.
"Hey! What's wrong with big ears?!"
"No, but really the one with the fluffy brown hair was cute. I liked that one."
"What's wrong with this one?" He pouted, indicating himself as 'this one'.
"You're still my favorite, don't worry" Clara smiled, and push his chest playfully. "I think those pain meds are kicking in" she yawned. The Doctor wrapped his arms around her and pressed his face into her back. They both drifted asleep in just a few minutes time.
He woke up to find himself holding onto Clara from the back like a teddy bear. He was about to throw his arms back, but then he realized that would probably wake her. He craned his neck to look at the clock, he had been asleep a good 2 and a half hours. He really should get up, he had things to do.
Clara made a little sound in her sleep, and the Doctor muttered her name softly into her ear.
"Mmm?" She flopped onto her back heavily, her hair falling onto her face messily.
"I need to work on the TARDIS for a little while" he sighed.
"Why?" she protested.
"Because if I don't we could get lost in the time vortex" he chuckled.
"Am I allowed to move? I'm not tired anymore!" She illustrated her point by sitting up quickly. She had obviously forgotten that she was only wearing a towel... Make that she had been wearing a towel... It must've fallen off while she was asleep.
The Doctor quickly turned his face away from her, his face turning bright red. At the same time, Clara scrambled to pull the covers back over herself, with a face a matching shade of red. "Sorry" she grimaced embarrassedaly "Forgot I wasn't wearing any clothes".
"Oh it's fine, don't worry about it" the Doctor insisted "want me to grab you something to put on?"
"Yes, please!"
He climbed out of Clara's (rather comfy) bed, and headed over to her chest of drawers, pulling out a t shirt and pajama shorts. "I need underwear too" she reminded him dully. He quickly pulled a pair of underwear and a bra out of her drawer and threw them at the bed as if they were on fire. Clara laughed at his antics.
"I want to take you to breakfast" the Doctor decided. "A nice, normal breakfast."
"No crazy alien attacks?"
"No crazy alien attacks."
"That sounds good" Clara agreed.
"Well after you've gotten dressed, I think I know just the place!" The Doctor grinned. "Crutches are against the wall" he pointed to the set of crutches Clara hadn't noticed before. "If you need help call me! I'll be in the console room!" Clara watched the Doctor prance out of the room excitedly. She really was happy to be going to breakfast, and also how much more happy the Doctor seemed. She was happy too. She felt as if the past 36 hours had brought them closer than ever before, and she liked that.
