A/N: woo I actually got some reviews and favourites (only like 2 but still) thanks all, sorry this took so long, I've been away and my wifi broke (life = over) x
Clara
"Clara? Clara?" my eyes flutter open at the sounds of the Doctors voice.
"Wha-?" what's going on? I'm lying on one of the sofas in the console room and ew. What's the smell? Oh the smelling salts. Classic one mate.
"What happened?" I ask
"You passed out just after we kissed," what? But all of that? What just happened? Please say it wasn't just a dream. Oh god.
"Are you ok?"
"Yea, um I've been feeling kinda queezy all day," I can feel puke churning in my stomach, not an unfamiliar feeling,
"I should probably get home," I attempt to get up,
"Nu-uh missy, you aren't going anywhere," ugh I'm gonna puke. I manage to run outside and wretch my guts up all over tarmac pavement outside the TARDIS. The Doctor grabbed me when I collapsed onto the floor. He carried me back inside and laid me back on the sofa. I'm so confused. How could I have dreamt that. It was so real. I want to cry. Don't cry Clara. Don't be the weak bitch you always are. My head is burning up and I can feel tears in my eyes. He comes back over to the sofa carrying a mug of green tea and toast. He wipes away tear which are trickling down my face. I don't know why. I just hate everything. Most of all, myself. He strokes my forehead and just stares sadly at me. I want to grab him, kiss him, but I can barely move. Kiss me. Please. But he doesn't.
I drink most of the tea but don't touch the toast even though I haven't eaten for days.
"When are we?" I ask, he spins round to face the console, flicks a few switches then pulls the computer screen towards him,
"The TARDIS went onto auto pilate after you passed out, we appear be December 8th 2003, I do believe that is a Monday and you would be 14?" oh God,
"And where are we?" I ask shakily, he stuck his head out the door, I crane my neck to see,
"A hospital, Frimely Hospital," he recites from a sign. Oh Lordy. I need to get away from here. ASAP.
"Home. Now," I demand,
"Like I said, you're staying here,"
"Please," I'm begging, tears running freely, "just get me away from here. Please,"
"What's wrong with here? It's just an ordinary hospital,"
"PLEASE!" I yell. I sob into my hands,
"Can we please just leave. Now," I say through chokes a lot quieter.
"Hey," he says coming over to me,
"Shush, it's ok. What's so wrong?" how can he know? How can he possibly understand? I just shake my head.
"It's ok, I've got you, you're in safe hands," leans in a pecks me lightly on the lips. I feel a sudden rush of warmth go through me. I grab his arms before he can leave and pull him in again. Only this time longer, our lips together, tongues touching. I melt in him. I pull away for breath and lean on his shoulder and hugs holds me tight. I don't want him ever to let go.