A.N-Hey readers! I checked to see if my first day of work paid of and I got 4 reviews! You all make me so happy, so I decided I would write today. You get a chapter, you get a chapter, EVERYBODY gets a chapter! R&R:)

"So let me get this straight," Clara said as they rose in the elevator. "We get a message from a child on your psychic paper and we just go check it out?"

"Yes, basically."

"But how did a child send a message to your psychic paper?"

"I don't know, but we're going to find out. But lets use our time wisely and think of a plan."

"Ummm how ab-"

"Yes! I have a great plan! We have you use that horrid but effective American accent on the doctors to get them to think your the girl's mother and asking if we can have some alone time with her." The Doctor waited for Clara to smile, but she frowned.

"MOTHER! Do I look like I am old enough to be a mother?!" Clara punched him in the arm.

"Ouch, no, maybe, enough that this plan will work!" Before Clara could protest anymore, the elevator doors opened. They entered the floor of intensive care. The white area almost blinded them as they walked down the hallways. Nurses and doctors were running around with new medical technology, prepared for anything. Clara looked around the center, So many nurses and doctors, this will be hard. She and The Doctor looked at the sheet of paper given to them by the lady at the desk which read, Intensive Care, room 507.

Clara walked in front of The Doctor, taking the lead, and walked down the hallway till she found the room. She turned face to face with the room number. She took a deep breath, That acting class I took in grade 5 will finally be paid off. She raised her hand and nocked on the closed door. A tall man in mint scrubs peeked his head out.

"Ah, yes they said family was coming, come in, just don't touch her." The doctor said kindly. Clara walked in the one patient room followed by The Doctor. She looked at the bed to see the girl. She looked about 15, a little shorter than Clara was. Her wavy hazelnut hair was sprawled across the bed, no one thought to fix it. Her skin was as pale as a ghost, with sweat dripping down her face. Her mouth looked as though it was clamped shut from all the pain she was feeling.

"Do you think I could have some time alone with her," Clara said, almost feeling the girl's pain as she looked at her.

"I'm sorry, no, we just got her in here and we need to hook her up to some machines, the quicker we find out what is wrong the better." An another doctor, a women said. Do not let them examine her. Clara remembered what the message said.

"You, you, and you, OUT!" She pointed at the three doctors in the room. "The only thing this girl needs is some family by her side to comfort her!" Clara yelled with a tear running down her cheek. The words came from her heart, like she felt the girls pain herself. And surely, they all left without saying another word. The Doctor gave Clara a grin.

"You did just brilliant!" The Doctor's face went from impressed to serious in two seconds flat. He walked over to the girl and started doing an examination.

"Do you really know how to examine someone?" Clara asked.

"Yes, don't you doubt me! First you check to make sure she is breathing properly..." He said as he leaned with his ear facing her mouth, "Good, seems to be no major problems." He moved his head back in it's up right position.

"Then you check for a proper heart beat..." The Doctor said as he motioned his hand to the girl's heart.

"Wait! Stop, the doctors said not to touch her!" Clara grabbed The Doctors hands before he touched her.

"Well we need to at the moment, Clara," The Doctor said with an annoyed tone in his voice.

"Let me do it, my hands are smaller and a lot more gentle." Clara pushed The Doctor out of the way to work her magic. She gently placed her hand on the girls chest trying not to cause her any pain.

"Oh my! Her heart beat is doubled, she should be dead right now!" Clara give a look of worry to the Doctor.

"Let me see!" The Doctor said, pushing Clara out of the way and ignoring her dirty look when he touched the girl.

"Clara, it's not double the heart beat..." The Doctor placed his other hand on the opposite side of her chest "...It's double the hearts."