A/N Hi all! Hope you're all well! Happy belated Doctor Who Day (and a belated happy birthday to Ms. Clara Oswald)! Currently working on a Doctor Who Day + Clara Oswald irthday mashup one-shot which I will hopefully post soon (nothing too big but just a soft treat for us; taking a break from all this whump).

Till then, here is another chapter from this whumptober fic! Enjoy!

The torturer placed his boot heel just lower to Clara's elbow. She could feel his shoe's weight but didn't have the energy to move. It was as if those shocks had sucked all her energy, practically paralysing her.

The time lord's eyes opened wider as soon as he noticed that he was touching Clara. "Don't touch her! Don't-" His words were cut with a short yelp as they kicked all the air out of his lungs. Yet, his eyes never left Clara.

The Leader noticed how desperate the time lord was to protect his companion.

"The fun is only just beginning, Doctor."

The Leader placed his whole weight on the leg resting on Clara's arm.

The Doctor could hear Clara's bones crack and shatter under his weight, shortly followed by the companion's agonising scream. He struggled to break free as he pleaded the Leader to stop, but the screams only kept on getting worse as the bastard pressed on her arm even further. The Leader's heel shuffled on her arm before removing it. Her screams ceased, being replaced by muffled sobs.

It broke his hearts. He hoped above all hopes that this was just an awful nightmare. That this would magically stop. That he'd find Clara safe; in the TARDIS or at her flat.

No no no... this was real alright. A nightmare he'd long dreaded had finally become real.

The Doctor felt paralysed as silent tears streamed down. He could hardly breathe. Even if he wasn't pinned down, he would still not be able to move. "Feeling helpless, Doctor?" The Leader said. The Doctor could not listen, so one of the tortuors blew the air from his lungs, making the Doctor whimper in pain. "Listen to me, Doctor!" The Leader said. "Do you feel some of the pain we felt?"

"She doesn't... deserve it." the Doctor managed to croak; looking up to the Leader whilst clutching his chest where they had hit him.

"Neither did our people, Doctor!" The Leader snapped. "They didn't deserve the pain they went through!"

"I did... my best... to sa-"

"It clearly wasn't enough!" The Leader signalled to the rebel closest to the Doctor, who kicked him yet again to force him to face upwards. "Nothing will ever bring back my mother. Or my sister. But at least their souls will rest in peace knowing the person who had helped in their death is suffering too."

He wanted to plead once more for Clara's sake. He wished he could.

He had to keep him focused on him. Almost make him forget that Clara was in the room and within reach. The time lord couldn't permit another shock; she wouldn't make it.

The Leader kneeled next to the Doctor, who was still trying to suppress the pain from his side. Most probably he had cracked a rib... Maybe 2. "You think that you are able to save the world, Doctor." The torturer snarled. "But it would have been better had you not intervened. Maybe my mother and sister would still be alive."

The time lord swallowed hard. He was starting to believe everything that was said.

It was true. He should never try to play god. Not that he ever wanted to. But he felt the duty to help other in need. Maybe...

The voices he had worked hard on masking were starting to make their way into his consious brain again.

The Leader took out a box-like structure from his back pocket, not larger than the palm of his hand. "Now it's your turn to feel the pain, time lord."

Anything... Anything other than to torture Clara.

The Leader touched the side of the box to the Doctor's left chest and pushed the button, letting electricity rush through the strong Gallifreyan body. The Doctor would have screamed but he gritted his teeth instead, only letting groans to escape his lips. He could see the enjoyment in the torturer's eyes, even after he switched off and removed the device from the Doctor's chest. The latter was finding it hard to breathe and could feel a tightness in his chest.

His left heart had stopped.

"Just a little taste of what is to come for you." The being looked at the companion who was still trembling from the pain. "I'm not ready from her yet, Doctor. Just so you know." He smiled. "She fights back; that's good. It's more fun."

The time lord's hands felt too nauseous to replyfight back or even reply. But it was better that way. Better than making things worse because he couldn't hold back. The Leader sat up and walked to the door. "Recover in the little time you have. We'll soon come for another round."

He heard laughing, ensued by the cell door being shut with a bang and the keys locking it. The Doctor let out a sigh as he clutched his left lower ribs. His left heart had stopped with the shock; at least the Doctor felt alright till now. Just a little shortness of breath... His right heart compensating by beating faster... but no big deal.

His thoughts were suddenly stopped by a whimper behind him.

The Doctor's eyes widened.

Oh God. Clara was still shackled and in pain.

He turned belly down as slowly as he could (still clutching his side) and crawling slowly to the dark siluhette on the other side of the cell with his other arm. "I'm coming, Clara. Hold on." The time lord groaned. "Hold on." She was trembling and whimpering. He continued crawling to her, placing his own pain at the back of his head to place her needs first. He wanted to relieve her from the pain, to let her know she was not alone, even if he was the person who caused this pain. He arrived next to her practically breathless, "I'm here, Clara. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." She couldn't stop crying and trembling. The Doctor removed some hairs from her face slowly before turning to look at her left arm. He couldn't see it very well in the dark. "I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve any of this."

It was either that she couldn't hear or couldn't speak.

He left her side, crawling back next to her with his jumper and jacket. "Clara." She couldn't stop. The pain was too great. His right hand fingers rested on her temples and tried his best to connect to her, forcing some of the pain away. She immediately relaxed a little as he felt a sharp pain in his left forearm as well as a dull headache. He gritted his teeth, but he had to remain strong. "Clara. " She looked a bit up. No.. you shouldn't... He heard her think. I'll be-

"Shhhhh..." the Doctor stopped her, letting some of the little emotional warmth he had wrap around her, trying his best to console her. "I can't hold this connection for long. But I need to brace your arm quickly. I just need you to bear with me, ok?"

I'm scared.

"I know... I know-" It ended with a groan as a wave of pain shot into his stopped heart.

Fear is a superpower was the thought than instantly came to his head. That is utter nonsense.

He removed the neural connection little by little as fast as possible. Whilst the pain in his arm and the headache he had were slowly subsiding, Clara whimpered yet again as she got the full load of the agony yet again.

"Clara. Clara, listen to me." The Doctor pleaded as his fingers ran through her hair. Her whimpers decreased as she tried her best to obey. "Bite on this. Just in case." He held his jacket sleeve next to her mouth. Clara's trembling pale lips parted before biting down, bracing herself.

"I'm going to have to help you face upward, Clara. It's the only way I can tie the jumper around your arm." He breathed hurridly. Time was not on their side but at the same time he wanted her to know his plan, so she wouldn't feel as much pain.

Probably.

Hopefully.

"1..." He had to do this.

"2..."

Even if he had to hear Clara scream. He had to.

"3" The time lord turned her as gently as possible. He tried to block out her muffled screams which the Doctor knew Clara was trying her best to keep her voice down.

"Shhhhh... Hold on. Just a little longer, Clara." He breathed. "You're doing great." The Doctor let out a sigh when she was laying on her back. She was exhausted. "Clara, I'm going to have to move your hand." Her breathes were becoming sharper. "I know it's going to hurt but you will feel better after it's all done. I promise." He smoothed her forehead.

Just go, Doctor. He heard in his mind. He could hear her trembling voice from within her head. I'm holding you back. Save yourself.

"Shhhhh... I'm fine. I just need you to hold on for a while longer as I brace the hand, ok?"

I trust you, Doctor. We have to be fast. If they come back...

"They won't." He reassured. "I'll ward them off." He swallowed as yet another pain shot through his heart. It was dying.

The time lord removed the sonic from his companion's pocket and soniced the shackles, which clicked open before he delicately removed the one on the right from around her wrist. His fingers smoothed hers as he removed the other shackle. They feel so rough... Clara hissed. "Sorry... Sorry." He breathed as the Doctor pulled his hand away from hers. He couldn't see well. He might have hurt her in some way. Damn it. He removed the loop hastily from her hand and pushed the shackles to the side.

The time lord inspected the jumper, before being able to recognise the dimmly lit sleeves. Right, just slip it under her arm and tie the sleeves around neck.

Her arm was broken.

Her neck... Possibly burnt. Not to mention the collar...

The Doctor shook himself out of the chatter in his head. He was running out of time; and he couldn't leave the hand without a brace. For sure.

"Still holding on to the cloth, yeah?" He asked.

She let out a weak whimper as Clara bit harder. A shot of pain from her jaw made her forget some of the agony she was experiencing from more serious wounds. She knew it was going to hurt like hell.

The Doctor swiftly did what he had planned, blocking out the suppressed protests. Clara is doing her best. He thought whilst tying the sleeves around her neck just above the collar. The time lord caught a glimpse of her face as soon as it was done. The moonlight from a high up window only defined her prominent features as well as the dark crimson colour across her cheek. His intuition had told him that she was nearing unconsiousness. She had fought too hard for too long. Clara needed rest.

He cupped his hand on her cheek as the Doctor removed the cloth from her mouth without any opposing resistance. You're so brave, Clara. He thought, hoping that she could hear him. He proceeded to cover her chest and arms with the jacket. The time lord sat up shakily, hopping to her left side so her broken arm could lean against his bare torso. He heaved her up slowly, both for her and his sake.

This time, we're going home.

A/N: I am so sorry Clara and the Doctor had to go through this (not sorry xD) Still more to come! Feedback is my motivation and it is very highly appreciated! Till next time, stay safe xxxxxx