David found Matt outside his office door begging Clara to come out. "Come on Clara, please!" Matt begged. "Go away!" She shouted.
"What's going on," David sighed trying his door realizing it was locked. "And why is Clara occupying my office?" Before Matt could answer Clara shouted. "Because Matt's a swine!" "I am not!" Matt yelled back.
David groaned. It was going to be one of those days. "Enough! Now, one at a time please?" He yelled before looking at Matt. "Okay, what happened and what were you doing in the auditorium?"
Matt shrugged. "I wanted to meet Rose Tyler, she's my favorite author." David bit the inside of his cheek. "You aren't supposed to be down there, you know?"
He nodded. "I know and I'm sorry." "Tell him about the writing lessons, you creep!" She shouted. David gave him a funny look. "Writing lessons?"
"It wasn't like that!" He insisted. "Yeah right!" She snapped.
David sighed and moved him aside and tapped on the door. "Clara? It's me David. Please let me in." There was no answer. "Come on, this daft. Just open the door and let's talk about this, yeah?"
"No, Matt's out there I can hear him breathing." Clara grumbled.
David muttered up at the ceiling then glanced over at Matt. "You go do your job and I'll deal with you later." Matt nodded quietly and left.
As soon as he was gone David returned to the door and said. "Okay, he's gone." It finally opened and he slowly walked inside and found Clara standing near the window with her head down clutching a tissue. He could tell she had been crying.
"Hi," David said softly sitting at the edge of his desk. "Rough morning, huh?" He handed her the tissue box. She turned glancing at him, her eyes and cheeks were tear stained. "Thank you," She sniffed taking one. "I'm sorry." Clara replied softly.
"What are you apologizing for?" David asked curious. "Because I know this is silly but I-I can't help it." She replied sniffing.
He shrugged. "Well, I'm more concerned why my best friend is crying," David tilted his head folding his arms. "Want to tell me what happened?"
She sighed leaning against the wall tugging her fingers. "I caught Matt hitting on Rose Tyler." David nodded. "Ah, make sense, now. What did he do?"
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, he just asked her for writing lessons and said she was pretty." He shrugged. "Well, Matt's always been bit of a flirt but it doesn't really mean anything."
Clara snorted. "Yeah, could've fooled me."
David sighed. "Clara, Matt loves you. He loves being with you and he talks about you all the time." "Then why did he do this?" She asked looking at him her voice cracking a bit. "Because Matt does stupid things sometimes but he really cares about you." He assured her.
She swallowed and turned her head. "It still hurts."
"I know but think about this he wouldn't have run after you like that if he didn't love you, right?" David pointed out.
"I guess." She shrugged. "Tell you what I'll talk to him if you like." He offered. Clara glanced at him hopeful. "Really, you do that?"
He nodded. "Sure and in the meantime I really wouldn't worry." "Yeah, how come?" She scoffed. "Because I know how he feels about you. He's crazy about you, Clara," Sitting there David leaned towards her slightly. "Do you really want to end it because of one moment of stupidity?"
She thought about it then shook her head. "No, not really." He shrugged throwing his hands up. "There ya' go, then."
Clara smiled at him thoughtfully. "Thanks." "No, problem, I have a teenage sister at home so I think I understand these things." He lightly joked hopping down from his desk.
Clara smirked making him smile. "That's the smile what I wanted to see and don't worry, okay? Everything will be fine." David said placing his hands on her shoulders.
Clara glanced up at him and nodded. "Okay." She smiled slightly at him then left his office. Closing the door David leaned against it sighing. "Oh, I'm getting too old for this." He mumbled before returning to work.
Meanwhile Rose was busy helping the kids color their decorations; it was fun to see their faces light up and to hang up their creations. She had just pinned up another drawing when she noticed a small girl in a wheelchair looking around.
Despite looking frail she was a beautiful little girl; she had wide sparkling green eyes and a slim figure, her hair was almost gone except for the dark patch on her head.
Rose slowly approached her. "Excuse me?" She looked at Rose but didn't speak and she seemed slightly scared. It was obvious she was shy.
"Hi, I'm Rose, are looking for someone?" She smiled crouching down in front of her. "Hi, have you seen Dr. David?" She asked softly. Rose shook her head. "No, I haven't."
She frowned clutching her paper. "He wasn't in his office. I wanted to show him my picture." "Well, you're welcome to wait for him if you like." She smiled. The girl shook her head. "I can't. I'm really not supposed to be here cause' I'm so sick."
Rose scoffed. "Oh, it's okay. I'll explain everything to the Doctors or nurses."
The girl still wasn't sure. "I'll help if you draw another picture for him if you like." Rose offered. The little girl smiled. "Really?"
"Sure but what's your name, sweetheart?" She asked. "I'm Casey." She smiled.
"Well, Casey let's make that picture, yeah?" Rose replied. Casey nodded and wheeled herself to the table and Rose began helping her make her drawing.
David was back in his office after visiting with patients. He was still recovering from this morning's drama and had just sat down at his desk when there was a knock on the door. He groaned. "Now what?" He wondered.
"Come in!" David called out. The door opened and Martha walked in. "Hi!" "Hello." He muttered. She frowned noticing how worn out he looked. "You looked terrible." David rolled his eyes. "Thanks, you're too kind," He remarked sarcastically. "Now that critique's over what is it?" David asked leaning back in his chair.
She smirked. "Casey's escaped again. I think she was looking for you." He shrugged swinging side to side. "Okay, I'll just wait for her." Martha leaned against the door frame folding her arms. "Well, last I saw her she was drawing but she and her picture are gone and Rory just saw her heading to the auditorium."
David smiled. "Bless her heart she probably thinks I'm there." He sighed standing up. "I'll go get her." David said leaving his office. Martha stood there by the door smiling at him.
Soon David walked into the auditorium glancing around at the progress and found Casey coloring with Rose. She looked like she was having fun laughing and talking with Rose and the other kids and interns. He suppressed a smile. He loved seeing Casey happy. David glanced at Rose and how well she interacted with her; he wasn't surprised he always knew she was good with kids.
He quietly approached the table from behind. "So there's the little escape artist." David said surprising Rose. She spun around and blushed. "Oh, hi, I can explain I was just helping her color."
He nodded looking at the scattered crayons. "I see that." He glanced over at Casey. "Hi, there." "Hi." She said softly. He knelt beside her. "Dr. Martha said you weren't in your room." Rose noticed his tone was gentle but concerned.
Casey nodded. "I know I'm sorry." "Can I ask why?" David replied curious.
"I wanted to show you my drawing." She replied. His expression was unreadable and Rose was slightly worried he'd scold her instead he smiled. "Oh, can I see?" He asked excitedly.
Casey nodded eagerly handing it to him. David studied the picture of a stick man wearing a white coat and spiky brown hair surrounded by trees and flowers. "Is that me?" He smirked. She smiled. "Uh, huh!"
He grinned. "It's great," He then made a face. "Oh, if my hair's that tall I better get a haircut, huh?"
Rose suppressed a smirk. This was too cute.
She giggled. "Yeah, sorry about that." David smiled. "Don't be I love it!" She beamed. "Miss. Rose helped me!" He briefly glanced at Rose and nodded politely. "Thank you." Rose just nodded tugging her earring feeling slightly hurt by his response. "Never changes." She thought bitterly to herself.
Casey then looked at him nervously. "Am I in trouble for leaving my room?"
David scoffed. "You, never! In fact I think we need more decorators."
"Really?" She smiled. "Absolutely!" He grinned. "Will you help me?" She asked. He sighed. "Sure, I've got a few minutes." Casey grinned as he wheeled her to another table. Rose stood by and smiled watching them. David reminded her of how he was when he met Tony.
"They're quite a pair, aren't they?" She heard Martha say behind her. Rose turned and smiled. "Hi," She said. "What brings you here?" Rose asked.
"Oh, I'm just bringing back my patient from taking his medicine," Martha replied folding her arms. "Plus I love watching them."
"Yeah, Casey's very attached to David." Rose said thoughtfully. She nodded. "Yeah, she's quite fond of him, they enjoy each other so much," Martha said softly. "I just hope someone's there for him when she leaves."
"Is she being discharged?" Rose asked. She swallowed shaking her head. "She's dying, Rose." Martha replied her voice cracking slightly. Rose's eyes widen in disbelief and shock as she looked back at this wonderful little girl.