Based on this prompt from your-angle-of-music on Tumblr: "Hurt comfort!
7. "You can hold my hand."
for Twelve and Clara, please? (platonic is better if that's okay)"
"Are you all right?" Clara asked the Doctor.
Ey looked up at her. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" Ey replied.
Clara sighed. "You've been coughing and rubbing your head all morning. I can tell you're sick."
The Doctor closed eir eyes. "All right, I've been sick. It's nothing bad though-just a cold."
Clara frowned. "You sure?"
"...all right, I'll admit, it's been miserable, and I'd really like someone to be with me."
"Oh," Clara said, sitting next to em. "Well, you can hold my hand, if you want."
"Okay," the Doctor replied, wrapping eir hand around hers.
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