Woo! Another chapter out! This one's a bit shorter, but I'll be posting again within the next few days so I hope that makes up for it. Thank you all for your reviews! Unfortunately, I still don't own Doctor Who (for some reason the BBC won't give it to me...) Enjoy!

The next few days were all a blur to Clara. She could remember exactly what happened during the whole ride to the hospital, and after she got there, waiting for someone to tell her what the hell was happening. Finally her parents picked her up and after that she tuned everything out. She didn't speak to anyone at school, and she had no idea what was happening to John. She wanted to go visit him, was was worried about what she would say to him - what does one say to a guy they barely know, who they found half dead after they tried to commit suicide? How do you even approach them? Clara had tried countless times to compose letters, notes, speeches to John, trying to express something. She wasn't even sure herself how she felt about the whole thing. Sure, of course she was sad, but she was also so mad at him for putting her through the whole ordeal.

By the following weekend Clara realized that she wasn't ever going to get some rest until she saw him. So that was how she found herself early Saturday morning standing outside the hospital doors. She took a deep breath and steeled herself for what she was going to have to face. She got directions to John's room - they had put him somewhere that they could check on him - and tentatively approached the door. She was tiptoeing, although she didn't really know why, but hospitals generally have the atmosphere that makes you feel uncomfortable in your own skin. The door was open a crack she saw, and she was about to push it open when she heard a voice. She took a step back, but slowly then creeped forward again, tilting her heard to hear the conversation.

"You didn't have to come."

"Of course I did, sweetie"

Clara recognized John's voice, and realized that the other person speaking was River. She knew that she shouldn't be listening in on their conversations, but stood still.

"Why on earth would you do that? I mean what were you thinking John?"

"They were my friends River! My- my only friends"

"What about me?"

"River, you know yourself that we are... whatever. Complicated, I suppose, though that's a bad way of putting it"

"I know that, John, and I wish you'd just say what you mean instead of flitting around the subject. I meant, what about my feeling about their- well, about what happened? John, they were my best friends too!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't think-"

"No, you never do, do you?!"

"River please, I'm sorry. I miss you, ok? I don't want to fight, not now"

"Well tough, sweetie, you should have talked to me instead of going off and-"

"I know. I tried, but... Well, we weren't exactly on good terms when it happened."

"Yeah" Clara heard River sigh. "I have to go now. See you around"

Clara quickly stepped back, and tried to pretend that she was just arriving as River emerged.

"Oh hello sweetie" River said with a smile "well, I was just going" and she left. With her heart pounding, Clara nervously stepped into the room. John was lying on a cot, bundled up in thick blankets. His hair was a mess, and he looked exhausted.

"Hello" John said, without looking up

"John. Im-"

"No, don't say you're sorry, because either you mean you're sorry you came or you're sorry for me. Im glad you came, but please don't pity me."

"Oh. Ok. Well, can I ask... erm... are you ok?"

John sighed. He looked up at Clara. "No. No Clara Oswald I am not ok. I tried to kill myself and I was found by a girl who I have been not very nice to, and now I have just had another fight with River, which you overheard all of, and the stupid doctors have me filled to bursting with sedatives."

Clara didn't quite know how to respond to that "well, uh, I'm glad I found you. It's ok that you were a little... well, whatever, and I'm sure you and River will make up - are you two dating or something?"

"I don't want to talk about it" said John, rather grumpily, then after a pause "maybe. I can never tell"

"Well" said Clara "I don't really care why you did it, as long as-" she sat on the cot and stared at him "you never. ever. do it again"

"Well, if I do I'll put a 'do not disturb sign on the door. Seriously, who does that? Barge into a random person's house without permission?"

"Not funny. And you promised you'd catch me up on science, so it wasn't really without permission."

"You. are. Impossible"

"Thank you"

A nurse knocked on the door then, and said politely "John, excuse me but you have another visitor"

"Fine, then, send them in. Until next time, impossible girl."

"You could always just call me Oswin, seeing as that's my name" Clara replied cheekily, but she smiled and left. On her way out she noticed the headmaster. "Oh, are you John's visitor?" She asked

"Yup. I'm also his cousin, well, cousin by marriage, well, sort of, it's all very confusing" he said all in one breath, and ran a hand through his hair, which was already about two feet in the air. "See you monday, Ms. Oswald"

"Okay, bye"

John watched through the window as Clara left. He was happy she had come to see him, and grateful she hadn't made a big deal about it. He hoped she would be back soon...