There is something that is similar to relief when you know exactly when you are going to die. Of course, nobody cannot pinpoint exactly what nanosecond you will slip under, but knowing at least the power can both drive a person absolutely insane as well as provide them with a sense of peace. Though what the Doctor said was probably completely true in every sense of the word, it still took Clara an awfully long time to process, and process she did. The brunette remained on the ground, her knees brought up to her face, for as long as she felt safe. Her eyes that had once shown such promise and enthusiasm now empty, as she stared into the distance at something that wasn't really there. Her face which had once been full and beautiful now sullen, a side effect of the devastating news and the energy pull of the planet combined. The Doctor tried talking to her a few times, but her ears did not hear many of the words. Something about the TARDIS being safer than outside? No, she needed fresh air. Her lungs felt like they were failing and her heart felt like it was slowing, and she knew that it was not the planet that was causing her to feel that way.
Stumbling past the Doctor, she pushed open the doors and fell, face first, into the grass outside. The man ran after her and almost tried to pull her back, but stopped just before he would touch the grass. Clara finally felt the tug at her gut, far worse than that of the earlier feeling. Burning, agony, pain, Hell. That, and a plethora of other words that were travelling across the neurons, did not come close to the sensation inside of her body. It felt as if someone had taken a blowtorch and set it to the highest setting possible before shoving it through her skin and into her body. More incomprehensible words. A hand on her shoulder. Black.
"Miss Oswald, are you alright?" A young, blonde nurse was standing above her, looking at her with a mixture of confusion and concern. Clara could feel some sort of soft material under her back, and her eyes took almost no time at all adjusting to the light of the room. The nurse asked again, "Are you okay, Miss Oswald?" After Clara feebly nodded her head, the nurse smiled and said, "Well, get some rest. You were in quite the crash." Crash? Why does that sound so familiar? Before Clara had too much time to contemplate it, the nurse was at the door and said, "My name is Tiffany Ardisson by the way. Holler if you need anything!" With that remark, the blonde girl was gone.
Clara finally understood what was underneath her body: a hospital bed. Looking around, she noticed that there were two IV tubes going into her right arm, one red and one green. She was also wearing a hospital gown, as she could tell be the amount of legroom that she possessed in this scenario. Smiling slightly, she recalled how the nurse said that she was in a crash. There were no broken bones, abrasions, cuts, bruises, or any physical evidence of an accident. Though the inside of her body burned slightly and her head hurt like a bitch. Brain damage, maybe? Amnesia? That would explain why she could not remember anything about the accident. Crash. It was a crash, not an accident.
After a few minutes of staring at the dull, gray ceiling, she started to drift off to sleep, closing her eyes. Her eyes remained close as she heard the door open and footsteps inside. She followed these footsteps to her IV bags, and then she heard the voice speak as a man, "Miss Oswald? It's time for tea."
For some reason, that phrase made her mind start going. Where have I heard that before? That voice, that phrase…
She opened her eyes and in front of her stood a man with the world's most interesting jaw shape. Following up from the jaw, she saw a slightly goofy smile, green eyes, and long, parted brown hair.
After watching her open her mouth slightly in disbelief, the man smiled even wider and said, "Don't act so surprised. It is like you have never seen a doctor before."
Disbelief and confusion once again kicking into her head, Clara asked, "You're the doctor…?"
The man, smiling, nodded.
"I'm the doctor."
Black.