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Clara
Clara woke up and felt and IV in her arm. Oh, how she hated IV's. She strained to sit up a little bit and glance around. Where is everyone?, Clara thought panicky.
She could she people in white robes and they looked like.. like cats?! Wow, what type of medication was she on? "Um, n-nurse? Where am I?" Clara spoke hoarsely, hardly knowing if she even got the words out.
Thankfully she must have because a nurse turned around and walked quickly to Clara's bedside. "Well, good afternoon, Ms. Oswald. Are you feeling well? Do you need more medication? Clean clothes? Clean bed pan?" the cat nurse asked her.
Clara had to do a double take. "I don't mean to be rude, but are you a cat?" she asked, instead of answering the nurses questions. "And where is the Doctor? He's the last person I remember being with!" Clara tried to think rationally about where he could be. Hell! That could be anywhere! She thought to herself.
"Ma'am, I assure you that he and your other friends are fine. You, not so much. Would you like to know what happened?" Clara nodded quickly as the nurse continued. "You came in with a failing liver, your lungs were constricted, and your heart was failing. But, you pulled through and are expected to make a speedy recovery."
Clara could only stare at the nurse. "Okay, so you're telling me, that I came in here on the brink of death, and now I am going to be fine? That is impossible, though! Nobody can survive and not have looming health issues. What will I have?" Clara asked, trying to get all the facts straight.
The nurse laughed a little and handle Clara her medical clipboard. She was really going to be alright. "Thank you.." she breathed, hugging the nurse. Clara quickly tried to ask if her friends could come in, especially the Doctor, and see them. And maybe hit Jack in the face. The nurse nodded and left to get her friends.
Eleven was the first one through the door followed by a disgruntled looking Nine, bored Ten, and Jack. Eleven was right by her side and helped her to stand up and walk a little.
"Hello, Clara. Better I hope?" Jack tried to be nice and was going to make a joke, but Clara wasn't having it. "Clara, are you still mad at me? If so I am so, so very.." he never got to finish that sentence because Clara went up to Jack and put her hand over his mouth.
"Shut up, be lucky I didn't punch you or attack you!" Clara hissed weakly, still recovering from her near death experience. At least she was in her regular clothes again. The nurses had helped her a little bit at getting dressed, but not much.
"Oh, come on, babe. Don't be mad. I was trying to lighten you up!" Jack argued. Clara had had enough and swung around quickly, throwing everyone off guard. Her fist quickly made contact with Jack's eye and he fell to the ground.
"Now, don't get me almost killed again!" She tried yelled, but it came out as a high pitched squeak. Clara had to quickly latch back onto the Doctor because she felt herself falling. "Can we just go back to the TARDIS, Doctor?" Clara pleaded.
Nine was the first to say something after Clara's threat to Jack. "Well, that was fantastic! Jack, did you learn a lesson?" Jack glared at Nine and rubbed his eye that was now turned a dark purple.
Nine and Ten had to stifle a laugh as Jack struggled to get up with his blurred vision. Clara was just staring darkly at him with Eleven secretly holding her back. "Doctor, can we go back to the TARDIS?" Clara spoke again, not taking her eyes off Jack.
"Yes, yes of course, Clara." They all quickly walked to the front desk, ready to leave when suddenly Clara stopped. "Clara? Why did you stop?" Eleven asked, unaware that Jack was missing as well.
"Jack, where is he? I heard one less set of footsteps." Clara glanced around carefully before realizing what must have happened. "D-do you t-think I killed him? Or h-hurt him really b-bad?" Clara whispered in Eleven's ear, since he had leaned down to hear her.
Nine, Ten, Eleven and Clara were listening closely and noticed that there were no other footsteps behind them. If Jack was trying to catch up, they would have definitely heard him by now. Without realizing it, Clara was holding onto Elevens arm.
Jack would have made a joke, but she didn't care. "Excuse me, nurse!" Clara shouted, catching a nurses attention, who swiftly walked over. "We are missing a friend of ours. Jack Harkness. Can you make an announcement asking him to come to a front desk?" Clara asked.
"Sorry, ma'am. We cannot help to find the missing. Only cure the sick."
"He disappeared in your hospital. Therefore you are responsible!" Eleven cut in.
"Shut up, Doctor," Clara spoke up, "He is our friend, and we wont leave until he is here, with us."
"Ma'am, I am afraid that we cannot help you. There is no Captain Jack Harkness within the building."
"Oh really, then how did you know he was a captain?" Clara challenged.
"I need to return to my post. The sick are waiting." The nurse tried to walk away, but Clara quickly grabbed her shoulders. "Where is our friend? Tell us and I promise that I won't hurt anyone. They won't hurt anyone regardless, but you don't know me. I usually turn out to be quite impossible!" Clara hissed in the nurses face.
The nurse looked bewildered when Nine took the nurse out of Clara's hands and pushed her against the counter, tying zip ties around her wrists. "Now, tell us where our friend is and we will be on our way."
The nurse seemed to want to attack Nine and she could have with her nails. "Sir, we will make an announcement asking for your friend to come to the front desk and that is all. Understood?" The nurse challenged. He nodded and he leaned to the rest of the group.
"Go investigate and find Jack. He is here." Nine whispered. The others nodded and walked away quietly, sneaking into the basement.
"Doctor, why is it so cold?" Clara asked, struggling to keep up.
"It just it, I dont know." Eleven answered.
"Just tell me, I know that you know. He was here," she said, pointing at Ten.
"Because, Cassandra is hiding here. But she can't be discovered yet. Him and Rose do that in about a year or so." Eleven admitted, pointing at Ten also.
"If you're going to talk about me, you ought to compliment me." Ten grumbled.
The group of four continued to look around the basement until they heard voices around a corner. Eleven put a finger to his lips to shush them all. Clara was still holding onto his arm, limping along with the group.
"Clara, you need to walk on your own while us Doctors go on ahead. I don't want to put you in danger." Eleven spoke quietly and calmly into her ear. She nodded and stayed behind as the others went on ahead of her.
There was no sound coming from up ahead, so Clara thought they were just really good at being quiet. She felt someone come from behind her so she turned quickly, assuming it was Jack. But it wasn't. She didn't have time to get anything out but a quiet, hoarse shout. "Doctor!" She was hit over the head with the butt of a gun and was quickly knocked unconscious. So much for being safer back here!, Clara thought.
She woke up, most likely minutes later, tied to a wooden peg and Jack tied up next to her. "Jack!, Jack wake up!" Clara hissed. There was noway that she would be able to fight back on her own.
"Wake up ya dumb bloke!" Clara hit him and he inhaled sharply and sat up. "Were you dead?!" Clara said worriedly. He looked around before nodding. She leaned down on the ground and instantly regretted not following the Doctor whether he was okay with it or not.
"Where are we? What happened? Where are the Doctors?" Clara didn't have the answers for him so she just shrugged. "In full honesty, if you and him survive, he does like you." Jack added after his questioning.
Clara groaned and wanted to slap him, but she didn't have the strength. "Did they take your phone?" Clara asked, suddenly excited. She had her phone, but wanted to know if Jack had his.
"Yea, here." He said, passing his phone to her. She instantly dialed the Doctor's phone number and he picked up.
"What Jack? Where are you?" Eleven said.
"Doesn't matter. Well, totally matters. We're in the attic, I think. It's Clara, not Jack, by the way." Clara answered.
"We are on our way. Wait, attack? You were around the corner, though. You must be in a room that looks like an attack that is in the basement." Eleven explained.
"Ok! Just come get us!" Clara hissed as she hung up and passed the phone back to Jack.