When Clara was finally permitted out of the hospital, she spent most of her time in her bedroom. John and Sherlock tried to get through to her but she wouldn't listen. She wouldn't even go with Sherlock on cases. Finally, John had enough.
"Clara," He said, sitting next to her on her bed. "I know it's hard for you right now. But you can't lock yourself up. Not again." She looked at him as if he wasn't there. "Darling, please. You're not just hurting yourself. You're hurting me and your father."
"I'm sorry." She murmured. "I'm so sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for." John assured her.
"I let my guard down. I let them get to me. This wouldn't have happened if I just got my gun out on time."
"Don't blame yourself for this."
"Can I tell you something?"
"Of course you can."
"When I first thought I was pregnant I thought about what I would be like to be a mother. At first I thought it was crazy, but, after a little while, I began to warm up to the idea. If I was right, I thought about keeping it. I know I said I never really planed on having children, but now that I know I can't... I feel like a piece if me was taken." Her chocolate eyes filled with tears. "It sounds stupid."
"No it doesn't." Sherlock said from the doorway.
"How long have you been there?" Clara asked.
"Long enough." He sat on the bed next to John.
"It just makes me feel horrible. I can never have a family."
"I know this isn't easy." John said. "But locking yourself away from the world will only make matters worse. Go out there. Solve some cases. Live." He wiped the tears from her cheeks and kissed her head.
"I don't want you sitting in this room any longer." Sherlock said. "Come into the sitting room and I'll make you some cocoa. Then, I've got a case, and you're coming." Clara smiled at her parents.
"Thank you." She said.
"Now I don't want to see you doing anything like this to yourself again." John instructed. "Understand?"
"I understand."
"Come on." Sherlock said, helping her up. "No more sitting in your room. Let's go solve a crime!"