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The Doctor never left her side, wanting to keep her company. And he was scared that if something happens, the Doctor would have to run to her bedroom as soon as the TARDIS would say that something was wrong. He wouldn't work in peace. So he took little cat naps, made calculations and assumptions in his head, what they were going to do next, after Clara got better... Maybe a picnic on the Moon... Or a trip to visit Picasso...

He would sometimes stay looking at her, her pale skin drenched in sweat, resting through the cold.

Clara... So beautiful, so wonderful...

His lips curled in a smile.

He missed those large brown eyes that would swallow whole planets.

They were still hidden... Undiscovered behind her eyelids.

He missed her voice... music to his ears, as was her laugh and just the mention of her name.

And her smile... He was mesmerised by it. He would automatically smile when she did. Because it made him feel alive. Clara was happy? Then he is happy. No... Not happy... Ecstatic.

She was so... So...

So perfect.

She was more than he deserved.

"I don't deserve a friend like you."

"I'm terribly sorry, but I'm exactly what you deserve."

No, Clara... You deserve more than my frowns and my anger... Me and my horrible temper...

He had become too protective of her...

She knew him more than anyone... Because she was the only friend he had. He wouldn't imagine his days without her. She was his companion... And like any other companion, she would some day leave him. But he was too scared how she would leave him. Clara had tried to stop travelling, twice... but it was like an addiction.

A dangerous addiction she could never live without.

And he had brought her to it...

It could injure her...

It could kill her.

Some companions had died... And he'd had some as daring as her. The Doctor was rightfully scared that she would be one of them... Those... Brave... companions who had fallen in battle.

He would lose her... And he couldn't bare a thought of Clara leaving him... With her teachery voice and bossy attitude correcting him and annoying him. Because she was his teacher... And he cared for her with all his heart.

Ohhhh Clara...

His sweet little Clara.

He breathed a laugh.

That adventure on the Moon...

"I have a duty of care, okay? You know what that is?"

Of course I do, Clara. Because I have a duty of care... Had and always will. And I will never betray the promise to take care of you. I will never let anyone harm you, Clara Oswald.

Over my dead body.

... ...

The Doctor was having one of his cat naps, in a relatively deep sleep

Dreaming about Gallifrey...

About how he was going to find it...

His home...

Orange skies...

Such beauty...

The coordinates Missy gave him.

Doctor...

It was Clara... But she wasn't near him..

Doctor...

He panicked.

Clara wasn't by his side.

Don't die, Doctor...

He suddenly jumped out of his slumber, his eyes shooting open to the wall, whizzing from one side to the other. The Doctor somewhat settled down.

Oh... Still in the TARDIS.

Clara's bedroom...

Why was he there?

"Run... You have to..." Someone mumbled near him.

The dream...

Clara was by his side, forehead drenched in sweat, hyperventilating.

Dreaming.

"Human... No daleks..." She continued.

What was she dreaming about?

He took a wet cloth from the cool water bowl he had left on the bedside table and smoothed her forehead with it.

The companion stirred slightly. "It's ok, Clara. It's fine." He tried to calm her down. Her chapped lips were slightly apart, her skin still pale and sickly.

The time lord looked at his Universal watch.

Six human hours since the last tablet.

The Doctor cautiously stepped off bed, replacing his hand with softer pillows underneath Clara's head.

She moaned at the change, but did nothing else, she was too delirious to.

He poured a glass of water from the jug and smoothed Clara's forehead.

"Clara... Come on. Wake up"

She groaned as she opened her confused eyes only slightly.

"Time for your medicine, Cla." The companion sighed before cupping her hand waiting for the time lord to place the pill into her hand. She feebly threw it into her mouth. "Here. Drink." The Doctor propped up her head slightly higher with his hand and she took small sips, soon turning into gulps. "Good, Clara." She soon finished the whole glass and licked her dry chapped lips. "Good good." He placed the glass on the bedside table before laying back on the bed, curling his arm around her once again and smoothing her head. Clara coughed slightly before she curled closer to the Doctor. He pressed a wet kiss to her forehead. The woman hummed as a response, her lips curling into a soft weak smile... the Doctor felt his hearts warm up nonetheless. He smiled too, looking at her resting peacefully. "Sleep well Clara."