Danny was discharged on Monday and Adrian picked him up at lunchtime, taking him home and settling him in before returning to work. Clara of course was panicking, having given Adrian full instructions on what to put where for Danny and what to leave him. She still insisted on texting him while he was out, making sure everything was okay, and as soon as Adrian had left she text Danny to make sure he was comfortable. Lunchtime ended far too quickly and her year 7s arrived for fourth lesson so she had to put her phone down.
"Miss did you hear the good news?" Fraser ran up to her as they walked in. Clara looked a little confused at him, "about Mr Pink? He's out of hospital apparently, how good is that? Is someone looking after him?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure he has friends at home kid, now we'd better get on with learning," she told him, moving the conversation on before she had more time to think and worry about Danny. The lesson went fairly well in the end, knowing Danny was strong enough to be home helped but worrying that he couldn't do much for himself right now was driving her a little crazy. Her final lesson was a little harder, year 10 were a tricky bunch especially with Christmas creeping ever closer. She was half way through, and a little fed up with shouting at the class, when she spotted her phone flashing while she was mid flow, stopping her when she spotted Danny's name on the screen.
"Hold that thought, start planning your essays. I'll be back." Clara told them, grabbing it off the table before running out and through to her office before answering. "Danny?"

"Clara your Gran is here," Danny sounded a little frustrated and Clara found herself laughing a little. "It's not funny she let herself in and I nearly fell off the sofa! When did she get a key?" he was whispering a little.

"Adrian got one for her while you were in; apparently he's keeping her fully updated on my life. I'm guessing he told her you were coming home… and now she's come to look after you?" she couldn't be angry at her Gran for this, she only cared.

"She's making me tea," Danny whispered.

"You like tea, what's the problem?" Clara asked, "you do know I was in the middle of shouting at my year 10 class?"

"Sorry I just didn't really know how to respond? I've barely met her it's a little odd," she chuckled at his comments. "Clara Oswald behave!"

"Whatever, I'll be home in an hour just let her make you tea Danny, she cares about you because I care about you. I love you lots but I really do have to go," she told him.

"I love you too, I'm sorry for interrupting. See you soon," Danny replied before hanging up. Clara rolled her eyes a little at her phone before going back to class.

The day ended and she got home in record time, unlocking the door and dropping her bag, immediately going through and sitting down beside Danny, kissing him deeply.

"Oh you're back!" Clara jumped back when her Gran's voice came from behind her. "Don't mind me, I was just washing up I'll leave you be," she turned around and went back in to the kitchen, only once the door was shut did Clara and Danny start laughing.

"Oh I've missed you so much," he told her, reaching his good arm up to her face which she leant in to.

"Mmm I bet, happy to be home?" she asked.

"Very. Not so happy with all the rules." Danny sighed, looking down at his arm.

"It's all for your own good, you'll be back to yourself before you know it and in the meantime you'll have to put up with me fussing over you," Clara smiled and moved her head to kiss the palm of his hand. "I'll go start on dinner, any preferences?"

"Just don't burn it!" Danny called as she walked to the kitchen and Clara rolled her eyes before going in to find her Gran already cooking something on the hob.

"You really don't need to do all this Gran, you've done plenty, go home and rest. We're fine here," Clara started to grab plates from the cupboard.

"You're not fine Clara, I can see it in your eyes," she stopped her granddaughter from rushing around. "You've been through a lot these last few days, you're worrying too much."

"I'm worrying just enough, I nearly lost Danny like I lost Tom, but I didn't and now I have to make sure he's okay. Please Gran, let me do that." Her Gran pulled Clara in for a hug which she resisted for a moment but eventually relaxed in to. It was only then she finally let go, tears falling from her cheeks and in to her Gran's shoulder. They just stood there for a minute or too, allowing Clara to have her moment.

"Danny and I were talking earlier and he told me how worried he was about you," she started speaking to Clara who stood up slowly, wiping at her eyes.

"He shouldn't be worried about me, he nearly died why is he worried about me?" She questioned, still trying to dry the tears.

"Because, my love, he knows you very well. He knows that when you went in to the hospital yesterday and told him how much better you were feeling that it was all a load of rubbish and that you still aren't sleeping. He knows that when you have been sleeping it's been broken by those dreams you used to have that plagued you for so long. Danny's had Adrian keeping him in the loop and for good reason. We all know how hard this is on you Clara..." she told her but Clara shook her head, stepping back.

"Danny is the one sat in there barely able to do anything for himself. He is the one who nearly died, not me! Why doesn't anyone seem to get that?!" She shouted at her before storming out of the room, ignoring Danny calling her and running upstairs. Clara knew she was probably being childish, but she couldn't stand the constant sympathy. School was great in that way, nobody knew - well almost nobody - and she could go a few hours without being asked if she was okay or being reminded of what had happened. Her Gran was right, the dreams had come back, but that wasn't important. Danny needed to recover now and she needed to be there for him. If everyone was going to keep telling him she needed help how was she supposed to do that?! She slid down the door, leaning against it and holding her knees up to her chest, her hand reaching for her necklace.

"I miss you so much at times like this," Clara almost surprised herself - it had been ages since she'd spoken to Tom. "We were meant to be married now, lying on a beach celebrating being husband and wife and the happiest people on earth. We were going to spend Christmas together just you and me in our own little place..." she sighed gently and glanced to her engagement ring on her finger. "I love Danny so much, I know you would too and I know you just want me to be happy but I don't know how to be. He's broken his arm and had to have surgery, his heart stopped and he has this device in now, the injuries to his leg from the fall make it difficult for him to walk around and because of other injuries he's not allowed to be up and about too much for the next 2 weeks. I promised I'd look after him but I also have to be at work and I don't know how I can do both? All he's doing is worrying about me, that's not going to help is it?" Clara had to wipe her cheek again quickly. "I feel so stupid, talking out loud like this, but you would always listen to my little rants." She went to stand up but as she did something fell off the bookshelf - it was the planner she'd had for their wedding, Danny had said she should keep it. Clara picked it up, slowly opening the first page and read the first page that Tom had drawn in before he gave it to her.

'We do this together. Every step, I won't let you suffer'

"You're such a prick sometimes you know that Thomas? You're meant to agree with me not prove me wrong!" Clara half chuckled as she spoke and sighed, letting her hand gently glide across the page. As she did she felt her phone go in her pocket and pulled it out. "Alright you've made your point now," she said before answering.

"Clara what's going on?" Danny's voice sounded concerned. "Your Gran just told me about your conversation... she's left now, she's not angry just wanted to give you space. Please come down and talk love, I know I'm hurt and need to heal but that doesn't mean I love and care for you any less," he told her - she knew he was right too. Clara hung up without a word and made her way downstairs where Danny was sat with two trays of dinner on the coffee table in front of him.

"Some things don't change," she smiled briefly and sat down beside him. "I'm sorry, I really am. I'm just tired, a little hormonal and fed up, but I'm so glad I've got you home." She leant over and picked up the dinner for him. "How are you feeling?"

"Dosed up on painkillers so pretty okay really, just happy to be back with you." They both started eating, not speaking much while they did.

"I need to get some marking done..." Clara finally spoke as she put her tray back down. "Sorry it's not going to be the most interesting evening."

"That's fine as long as you stay here and do it," he smiled and kissed her head before she got up to get her bag, bringing it over. Clara leant against him carefully, bringing her legs up as she started going through essays. Danny played with her hair a little as she marked, paying more attention to her than what was on the TV. Clara noticed, but didn't say anything - he seemed happy and that was all that mattered.

When they woke up the next morning it was still early. Danny had been awake for an hour or so when Clara woke and he smiled as she looked up to him, kissing her hair gently and stroking her hair back.

"Hello you, you've still got time to rest you know?" Clara moaned a little, still waking up.

"Can't, need to get you sorted before work," she finally shuffled up the bed a little to kiss him good morning. "How long have you been awake?" Clara asked him.

"An hour or so, you're so beautiful to watch sleep," he smiled again but Clara saw through.

"You're in pain aren't you?" She asked and he didn't deny it. "I'm going to go and get you some breakfast and your painkillers." Clara disappeared for a few minutes to grab breakfast things and reappeared with a tray for them both with tea and food as well as Danny's prescriptions.

"I could get used to this," Danny told her and she slid back in beside him. "How are we working this situation then?"

"Once you've eaten we can get you up and dressed and settled downstairs. I'll make sure you have food and water in easy reach. You can call me anytime and I'll be back at lunch for a bit," Clara explained, sipping at her tea.

"Clara you don't have to come back at lunch, I'll be fine." Danny told her, but she wasn't having any of it.

"The only time I can't come is Wednesdays because I have a revision group but Adrian said he can pop over. You can't be here all day on your own you know what they said in the hospital. I'll be fine; I'm just doing what is requested of me. Now, while you finish that lot up I'm going to jump in the shower. See you in a few," she didn't leave him time to argue as she kissed him and left.

Clara managed to get Danny up and sorted before she left for work, only running a couple of minutes late to the staff meeting. She snuck in to the staff room, standing at the back and vaguely listening to what was being said while ignoring Adrian's glances over to her.

"Plenty of you have heard that Danny is now home, he's requested that people not go and visit for now but is grateful for all the cards and well wishes. I'm informed he has all the support he need, so nobody needs to worry. I'll keep you all updated, thank you all, have a good day." The head finished up and Clara immediately left for her room in an attempt to avoid people - it didn't work. Helen appeared in her doorway a few moments later.

"No visitors huh?" she smiled and Clara shrugged. "Hey what's up?" Helen suddenly looked concerned and walked over, shutting the door behind her for a little more privacy.

"Nothing, honestly I'm just a bit tired. How are you?" Clara replied and started to set up.

"I'm fine, but you're never late," She pointed out and Clara shrugged.

"I've had a lot to do this morning that's all. Listen, would you mind taking the meeting at lunch? I need to pop back..." Helen nodded and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Clara it's fine, but please make sure you're looking after yourself?" Clara quickly agreed, carrying on setting up her classroom. "Alright, see you later." Helen left the rom a little reluctantly, convinced something wasn't right.

She made her way next door to Adrian's room who immediately stood up from his desk when he saw Helen's facial expressions. "I don't like it; I don't like it at all. She looks shattered and she's hiding something, we need to watch her." Adrian sighed and nodded at her comments.

"I'll make sure to walk by during her lessons. She's going to need some serious support over the next few weeks," he agreed.

They did, at least they tried. It had now been a week since Danny came home and Clara had come in to work that Monday ignoring everyone. Adrian tried to talk to her but she shrugged him off, saying she needed to get things organised. He phoned Danny, but he said she seemed alright at home which only led him to suspect more that she was hiding whatever was wrong from Danny too. Adrian tried not to let much on to him and hung up, going back through to Clara's room but she wasn't there. He gave up, assuming she'd gone to the staff room and heading off to his lesson for now, taking a mental note to pop in after first lesson.

As it turned out, he didn't even leave his classroom before two of his form group knocked on the door and came in.
"Sir, you're friends with Miss Oswald right?" Georgie asked him a little nervously.

"Indeed, is something wrong?" he asked, trying to seem calm but actually a little worried that a student has approached him.

"We don't know, but she doesn't look very well and she kept leaving the room during the lesson," she explained, a couple of her friends nodding behind. "We asked but she said she was fine and seemed a little snappy so we didn't push it, but we thought someone should know."

"Alright, thank you for letting me know, you'd better get to your next lessons. See you later." Adrian let them leave before going to her room, walking in on her class who had already sat down. "Any chance of a quick word Miss Oswald?" Adrian asked and her year 11s immediately started wolf whistling, "alright shut up you lot and get your books out!"

"Doesn't look like I have much of a choice does it, but I can deal with my own class thank you," she stood up and the pupils started making all sorts of 'oooo' noises. "You heard - books out!" Clara shouted at them, shocking the class and Adrian alike as they walked out of the room.

"What on earth was that Clara?" he asked when the door was shut, "I've just had 3 of your previous group in asking me if you're okay, why did you keep leaving the lesson?"

"I just needed to sort things, they were fine and they have no right to be butting in, now I should really get back to-" Clara stopped suddenly.

"Clara?" he looked as she blanked out. After a few seconds she looked up, "what was that?"

"I'm fine, just leave me to do my job Adrian," she snapped again but he grabbed her arm, "what?!"

"I'm taking this lesson, you can do some marking or whatever you want but you're not well and I'm taking you home at break time," Adrian told her, not making it a question. "Don't make this difficult Clara, you know I'm right." Clara pulled her wrist away and held her hands up.

"Fine, you get your way, I'll be in my office," she walked off, thankful that she'd put most of her stuff in there this morning as she'd started to use it as more of a hide away. Adrian watched as she went, sighing a little at her attitude before going in to the lesson.

When Adrian knocked on the door there was no sign of Clara, he looked around before being caught by the head who informed him she'd gone home ill. Adrian pretended to be clueless until he left before sticking his head round Beth's door as he knew Helen wouldn't be in hers.
"Hey, I have to pop out – I shouldn't be too long but if I'm running late can you tell my year 13s to continue with their essays?"

"Sure, is it Danny? Is he alright?" Adrian resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"He's fine, but I'm already running out of time so I'll see you in a bit. Thanks Beth," he told her before jogging off.

Having been unable to concentrate on work and knowing Adrian would only dob her in if she insisted on staying, Clara went home half way through the lesson. She didn't fancy the questioning from her friend on the journey back, it seemed easier to make her own way. Danny was making his way from the bathroom to the sofa when she walked in, slowly, but he was getting there.

"Hey, need a hand?" Clara asked him, dumping her stuff and walking over.

"No no I'm alright, what are you doing back?" Danny made the last few steps, falling back down on to the sofa fairly safely.

"Adrian's on some mission to make out I'm not well enough to be at work, I gave up arguing – I'm fine though, honestly, I feel a bit ridiculous being home. You need anything?" Clara grabbed his empty coffee mug and went through to the kitchen to wash up from breakfast, leaving the door open so they could talk.

"Clara, Adrian knows you better than me – what's up?" Danny asked, sounding concerned.

"Honestly nothing, I'm a little tired and maybe a bit more snappy than normal but I'm not ill," she flicked the kettle on to make tea. "Hungry?"

"I'm fine, come and sit down love," he told her as she finished making the tea. Clara took the mugs through and sat down beside him, smiling a little sarcastically to which he rolled his eyes. "Alright point made, but if you're tired you need to rest and maybe Adrian sees that."

"Tiredness isn't a reason to be off work Danny," she sighed, sipping at her tea.

"What did you tell Arthur then?" he asked her and Clara shrugged.

"Just that I wasn't right, some rubbish about not being able to do the job well enough to be there and I'd explain more tomorrow – gives me time to come up with something which feels ridiculous. Anyway, I'm here now. How are you feeling?" Clara asked, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Not so bad, this lifestyle is getting a little boring now though – it says a lot when physio is the highlight of your week really. Daytime TV is incredibly boring after a week," he chuckled.

"That, my dear, is why we have Netflix!" she grabbed the TV remote off him and started to flick through. As she did the door knocked, confusing both Danny and Clara. She stood up, chucking him the remote back and looking through the peephole on the front door, sighing as she opened the door. "I'm home, isn't that enough?"

"You should never have driven home!" Adrian walked in without being invited – but then he generally did. Clara shut the door, following him through.

"Adrian I'm fine! Look, home safe and sound, relaxing on the sofa with tea, what more do you want from me?!" she complained and went to sit back down.

"Clara there's no need for that," Danny commented. "What do you mean she shouldn't be driving home?" he looked up to Adrian.

"Yeah, what exactly do you mean?" Clara asked, "I don't know what's got in to you Adrian and why you're so determined to have me at home but I'm here now, so you can go – you'll be late."

"You went all blank on me earlier Clara, I don't know what it was, maybe you're overtired but you should not have been driving!" Adrian was beginning to lose patience; he wasn't angry, but incredibly worried.

"You never lost track of your thoughts mid conversation? I just remembered some marking I forgot about," Clara lied and turned away. "Go back to work Adrian, I'll see you tomorrow." At that point he gave in, holding his hands up before walking out.

"Clara, what was that? He's your best friend and he's looking out for you," Danny pointed out, but she only shook her head. "I don't know what's going on with you right now but something's not right." Clara pulled away as he put a hand up to her.

"Leave it Danny, just leave it," she moved across the sofa, picking up her laptop and setting to work. Danny sighed, giving up for now and going back to the TV.

Clara kept quiet for most of the day after that, only moving to go to the loo or grab some books. Danny had his own lunch pretty much sorted anyway, he wanted to tell Clara to eat but if he even thought about talking she seemed to glare at him. When dinner came around, however, he had to say something.

"Clara," he started, but she ignored him. "Look we don't have to talk but you need to eat and well, I'm kinda starving," he told her, but she didn't move. "Fine, I guess I'll sort my own dinner." Danny started to push himself up, it was only then Clara moved.

"No, you can't stay stable enough yet to cook," she finally told him. "I'll sort dinner, just don't stress yourself please?"

"Alright, but only if you actually eat because you didn't have lunch," Danny instructed, but Clara didn't respond – or move. "Clara?"

"What?! I'll eat don't worry," she finally responded before going in to the kitchen as if nothing had happened, leaving Danny wondering if something more was going on.