Poisoned

"I'm guessing this is the house then..." Clara trailed off looking at the battered building before them.

"Yes..." the Doctor said rubbing his finger along it as the brick came off in his hands.

"Shall we?" Clara asked preparing to knock on the front door.

"Why not?" the Doctor replied as Clara rapped lightly on the peeling paint. After a moment or two as they stepped inside.

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"A mass murderer? She was the nicest person I've ever met?" Clara laughed as the Doctor and her stepped back out into the street. "A little heavy on the tea though!"

"I know but I haven't had a good cuppa in at least a couple of hundreds of years..." the Doctor replied.

"I made you a cup of tea this morning... Oi!" Clara said catching on. She went to punch the the Doctor playfully as they started playfighting. Clara frowned as she began to find it harder to draw breaths and keep them there. In fact, it was becoming harder to draw breath in general. Clara stopped and she felt a hand on her arm. She glanced quickly over to see the Doctor staring at her, a serious look on his face.

"Are you alright?" he asked seemingly worried for her.

Clara pulled out of the Doctors grip, gasping. "I'm fine!" she said shocked with how rude she sounded. She hated being treated younger than she was though and she was starting to panic under the loss of breath. She began to walk down the pavement again when her stride was was impeded by a sudden wave of dizziness. She fell down against a wall as she tried to pull in a deep breath. When she realised she couldn't she turned back to the Doctor, unafraid to show her vulnerability now. She couldn't breath!

"Clara? the Doctor asked hurrying over with a concerned look on his face. "What's wrong? Clara?!" Clara couldn't answer though, as she tried to fight for air. Then a searing pain ran through her stomach as Clara collapsed on the the floor screaming with what little air she had left. She curled in a ball, tears streaming down her face, as her lungs felt as if they were going to implode. Every breath felt like she was swallowing serrated knives and she let out one more scream as she ran out of breath and the blackness overtook her.

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The Doctor was speechless. Clara was fine. She was really fine and then suddenly she had just collapsed. Hard. She had began to writhe and convulse but then suddenly she had just stopped. The Doctor was scared for her. Any movement was better that none at all and Clara wasn't breathing as far as he could tell. Then he heard sirens and a man in his late teens came running over to him.

"I called 999. I didn't know... Is she alright? What happened? Was that like a fit or an allergic reaction?" he rambled.

"I don't know..." the Doctor said as Clara started to convulse again taking short sharp breaths. The Doctor sighed in small relief as the paramedics rushed forward out of the ambulance. At least she was breathing now. They pushed him out of the way and set to work. Soon they were loading Clara onto a gurney and setting off with the Doctor in tow. They rode in silence as the Doctor just held the squirming girls hand, the paramedics sticking needles into her and doing tests. Soon they were at the hospital and the Doctor was pushed once more out of the way.

"Uh, O-Oswald. Clara Oswald." the Doctor said, focusing on the nice-looking receptionist.

She glanced up at him as she quickly tapped the name into her keyboard. "You family?" she asked.

"Yes. Her brother..." the Doctor lied.

She nodded and looked back down at the computer screen. "Yes, she was just brought into the ER a few minutes ago and they're admitting her to have her stomach pumped… they think she's been poisoned..."

The Doctor looked at her in disbelief. Poisoned? But by who? And when? It couldn't have been that long ago... the woman!.. She must have poisoned her drink or her biscuits. They'd had the same though... so what was it?

"You can go in now she's in room 32," the receptionist said smiling kindly as the Doctor ran off.

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The Doctor ran down the corridors until he got to room 32. Standing there for a moment he pushed open the door and stepped inside. Clara was lying in the bed her face ashen.

"Clara?" he whispered as her eyes flickered open.

"What?" she asked like it was the most normal conversation ever.

"Well how are you feeling?" the Doctor asked sympathetically.

"I've just had my stomach pumped. I'm feeling hungry!' Clara said laughing slightly. "And moody. That really hurt,"

"So do you have pain killers?" the Doctor asked noticing the lack of IV drip by Clara's bedside.

"Nope. I'm having to suffer without pain killers as they could interfere with any poison that may be left in me," Clara sighed. She looked exhausted and the Doctor knew it wasn't going to be long before she would fall fast asleep.

"It must have been that woman..." the Doctor said to himself. "But how? I don't get it! How did she do that we had the same things to eat and drink.

"I have sugar in my tea," Clara muttered as she drifted closer to sleep. "You have treacle,"

"Of corse! That's why I don't have sugar you see! Lesson learnt right there!" the Doctor cried but Clara was already fast asleep...

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Short I know! Thanks for all the reviews and reads and followers and stuff. All your prompts are amazing as well this one was from romanov979 who has given me surplus prompts. The buried alive one was also her idea :) keep em coming more tomorrow x