Clara stirred underneath the soft quilts and began opening her eyes.
The Doctor, who was sitting next to her reading a book, immediately placed the book on the table, leaned towards her and smoothed her forehead.
"Hello Clara"
He said with the same old smile.
She smiled back weakly
"Hi"
"How is my Impossible Girl?"
"Very tired, hungry, and in a little bit of pain." She breathed.
"Breakfast, yes. Nothing poshy. Then your medication and you can go back to sleep. Just wait a bit."
The Doctor kissed Clara's forehead and smoothed it before standing up.
He arranged his bowtie in the mirror with a huge smile on his face before making his way out of the room.
Clara woke up, she will be fine.
He came back a few minutes later with a plate containing toast and eggs, and a cup of tea, with Clara already sitting up in her bed.
Clara's smile quickly disappeared as she stared at the plate.
"Something wrong Clara? Don't you like what I brought you?"
She continued to stare at the plate which was still in the Doctor's hand.
"Eggs." She mumbled as her eyes filled with tears.
Clara looked at the Doctor; "Eggs." She said with a slight tremble in her voice. The Doctor placed the plate near his book and sat near her on the bed.
Clara threw herself on the Doctor and hugged him.
He smoothed her long vanilla-scented silky hair.
"What's wrong?"
After a few moments of silence (apart from Clara's sobbing and the TARDIS' motors),
"Oswin", she said helplessly, not having enough power to say anything else, apart from the word being muffled as she talked through his jacket.
The Doctor's expression turned serious.
She pulled herself from the tight hug,
"I'm having dreams, Doctor. Of my echoes." She said as the companion looked downwards.
Clara couldn't hold herself from crying. She didn't want to worry him, but it was too horrible for her; passing through what Oswin had passed, being turned unwillingly into a dalek. The dream felt too real.
"It's OK, Clara." As he dried her tears with his thumb.
Clara rested her cheek on his shoulder,
"Why did I even let you jump my timestream? I should have stopped you."
"You were dying, Doctor. There was nothing you could have done. And you know you couldn't. You've already seen me and admitted that I saved you 2 times before, and Trenzalore is why. Without you, the world would've crumbled; the whole Universe. Better this than being erased, I suppose..."
After some time, she released herself from the hug once more. Clara dried her eyes with the back of her hands:
"I'm so sorry Doctor. I didn't want to worry you. But it's just that it was horrible. I cou-"
Her sentence was cut off after being buried once again in an embrace, as tight as the one they had in the timestream.
"Thank you, my Impossible Girl. Thank you for saving my life by giving yours."
A/N: Well this is it... the final chapter! Hope you enjoyed this fanfic. Hopefully, there will be a sequel to this story (not sure if it's going to be an elevenclara or rushing forwards through time to twelveclara), because I am sooo in love with Doctor x The Impossible Girl.
As always, reviews appreciated!