For those who were wondering what the message was - here it is!

Clara, can you hear me?
Clara, it's the Doctor.
I'm always here for you.
I'm going to save you because I love you.
Clara, it's not real.
Clara, wake up, you're dreaming, you're dying. Please don't die. I need you.

-Jenna

Then she remembered what she had to do.

"I have to call the Doctor."

Doctor Lanzou entered Clara's hospital room.

"You called? Is everything okay?" He said, panting.

"No gran, I didn't mean him, I meant the Doctor." Clara said, slightly annoyed.

"What?! You are still mingling with that naked…" Dave looked up to see Doctor Lanzou's confused face. "…I mean, Swedish… boyfriend? I thought he dumped you?"

"First, we're not mingling, second, no, he didn't dump me. He wasn't… never mind. He kind of changed his face a bit…but I still travel around with him a bit."

"What, changed his face? Like botox?" Clara's gran gave out an oo. "Never a dull moment with him."

"What…. No!" She sighed. "Can I… can I just use my phone?" She said, her face blushing.

Doctor Lanzou shook his head. "Not here, I'm afraid. No phone zone."

"Well, am I allowed to take a walk then? You know, bit of fresh air." She said, impatiently.

"I'm afraid not." He pointed at the tube going through her sides. "We can't take pull this out until tomorrow, and that's if your condition gets better. Look, why don't you call your boyfriend when you're better?"

"He's not my boyfriend! And no, no, no, that won't do." Clara gulped. She was going to be in so much pain the next day. "I HAVE to call him now. Please." She looked at the doctor with pleading eyes.

"Clara! You're supposed to be resting right now. I'm furious with you." Dave half-yelled. He knew he should be nicer to her, but she was being so damn stubborn!

"I will, once I sort this out. This is… quite urgent." Who knew how long she would be able to retain the memory?

"Hi." There was a knock on the door. It was Adrian. "If you want, I'll call him." A relief spread across her face. "He's the caretaker guy, right? The really… weird one."

"Careta…" Clara blocked Dave's mouth. She chuckled awkwardly. "I'll explain later." She then turned to Adrian.

"Yes, yes he is." She took a piece of paper from the bedside table, a pen from Doctor Lanzou's breast pocket and scribbled the TARDIS' number on it. "What's the time?"

"Wh…"

"Just tell me, the date and time, to seconds." Clara interrupted Dave, becoming impatient.

"It's 25/02/15, 19:06:40." Doctor Lanzou said.

"Thanks." She quickly scribbled '25/02/15 19:10:00' on the paper. "Adrian, can you call him and tell him that I need him to arrive on that date. Please tell him kindly that I will be haunting him as a ghost if he doesn't come on time." She smiled.

"O…okay." Adrian walked out with the number.

"I'll… perhaps schedule a visit from psychiatric." Doctor Lanzou whispered to Dave.

"Hey, I heard that." Clara stared at him, annoyed.

"Yeah, that might be the best." Dave nodded behind her.

She felt a wave of sleepiness hit her. She couldn't sleep now, she knew what was going to happen if she did. "Oh, doctor Lanzou." She called, trying to hide her panic. "Can you put me off the painkillers for a bit please?" She sheepishly smiled. It was the only way to keep herself awake. She had to wait until the Doctor came. She had to tell him about everything.

"I really don't think that's a good idea. You'll be in a lot of pain, Clara." Doctor Lanzou said.

"I'll call you back if I really really need it. It's just… that I'm trying to lead a drug free life." She quickly made something up.

Dave looked at her horrified. 'What the hell are you doing?' he mouthed. Clara turned her head to look at her Gran, who was also startled as well.

"Anything for you to be happy." She gave a smile. "But are you really really sure, darling?" Her gran tried to persuade her to unmake her decision.

"Yeah, very very sure. Now, if possible." She looked at him.

Her eyes were automatically closing, she was so sleepy. 'No, stay awake!' she reminded herself.

"Something is probably affecting her head, please don't listen to her!" Dave said. "You're not actually going to listen to her, are you?"

"It's the patients' choice. I'm sorry, I have no choice." He sighed. He slowly pulled out a needle from her veins. "Let me know as soon as you can if you need anything at all." He said.

"Thanks. I will. Thanks for understanding." She said. The pain was already slowly creeping in.

When the doctor left, Dave furiously stared at her.

"I can't believe this."

"Then don't." She said.

Dave sighed. Her sass was still fully functional even if she was sick. "Clara, you're sick. You need every help you can get to get better, not stupidly reject everything. Stop being an idiot."

"Dad, I can take care of myself. I think the hospital is making you a bit huffy. Why don't you take a walk?" That wasn't a suggestion. That was almost an order.

"Yes dear, I think that might be for the best." Gran agreed. Dave stormed out, grumbling.

"Do you want some alone time?" she gently squeezed her shoulder. Gran always knew how she felt. She was grateful for that.

Clara weakly nodded. She was almost regretting the decision to take the pain meds off.

"Okay. Hope you get well. We'll come back tomorrow, okay? Sleep well." She gently kissed her on her forehead, left the room and gently closed the door behind her.

And as if that was a cue, the TARDIS materialised.

The door creaked open and the Doctor ran out, staring at the watch. "Exactly on time, as you requested." He walked over and held Clara's hand. "Are you okay?" His caring blue eyes met with hers.

Clara looked at the Doctor speechlessly. Yes, that was a dream. Yes, that never happened, but it did, didn't it? She half pounced and pulled him down to the bed. It was an awkward hug, and yes, it hurt a lot, but she didn't care.

"I missed you." A happy tear slid past. She wanted the moment to never end. But it did, as she flinched back in pain. It was as if something was stabbing her insides.

The Doctor quickly scanned over her. "Kidney failure." He frowned. "Why aren't you on any pain meds? This is not the dark ages."

"I can't." She breathed deeply, trying to control the terrible pain.

"…why?" He said confusedly. "Clara, there's nothing wrong with painkillers, they…"

"I KNOW! I've had that talk with my dad already, get off my back."

"I was never on your…"

"It's just a saying." She breathed out. "Sorry, I'm a little bit snappy. It's… quite painful, sorry. I can't have painkillers because it will put me to sleep. And I couldn't sleep until I talked to you."

"Me?"

Clara sighed. "Doctor, in two days, I'm going to die. But you… the future you…. Are trying to fix that from happening." She grabbed onto her side. "and you left me a message, to tell you... It's rather confusing."

"Tell me then." He said with a serious face. He knew from the scanning, she was not joking about this. "What did I want to tell myself?"

"TARDIS telepathic circuit. I'll tell you through that." She said quickly holding in her pain.

"I would have to undo all the tubing to move you." He said, after scanning each tubes.

"Yeah, do it, they can fix it later."

After a few agonising tugs and pulls, the Doctor scooped her up gently and placed her in front of the circuit. "You okay?" He asked, slightly holding her, just in case she fell.

"I will be after this." She slid her fingers inside the telepathic circuit. After a few seconds, something dinged.

"Right, all done. But no way am I taking you back to the hospital." The Doctor scooped her up again and placed her in the infirmary room.

"Doctor!?" She yelled, startled.

"You're in pain. I'm a doctor, I can fix this."

"You're not a doctor! You're kidnapping me!"

"Pfft it's not kidnapping if we know each other."

"Is too?!" Despite all the bantering, Clara was glad that she was in the TARDIS. Anything beat the hospital.

"Shh, I know you're secretly happy inside." That was true. Clara smiled.

"I hate this bed." She whinged as she was lowered down on the infirmary bed.

"Control freak, egomaniac AND a whinger, who would have known." He teased.

"Hey! You have the best ship in the universe, why don't you have decent beds?!" She retorted. The TARDIS hummed angrily. The Doctor gave his best offended face.

"OW!" The Doctor unsuspectingly injected her with a substance. "What was that?" She said, angrily rubbing her left arm.

"Pain killer. See, I fixed you. No more pain. I'll be back with more equipment. Get changed from that hideous gown. I'm sure if you're nice to the TARDIS, she'll supply you with some decent clothes." He smiled. "See you soon." The door hissed closed.

Clara looked up at the ceiling. "Look, I'm sorry I made fun of you, I don't mind the bed, I was just complaining to annoy the Doctor." She explained herself. A neatly folded pile of clothes appeared. She undid it to find the same green hospital gown as the one she was wearing.

"Haha, very funny."

After some more humiliation, negotiation and begging, Clara finally changed into a decent set of clothes.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

TARDIS Console Room

The Doctor froze in front of the monitor. Clara's thoughts and the message to himself were organised into chronological order and played in front of his eyes. When he finished watching, the Doctor looked on the floor with a sigh.

He knew what was at stake.

He knew what must be done.

'Time Lord Victorious.' He banged the console in anger.

Time Lord Victorious was wrong.