I never know why. I only know who. (AU)

Chapter 14

"I look hideous." Clara complained, her head in her hands as she looked into the camera. "I'm ill."

John tutted sympathetically. "Aw, what's up?" He asked, babying her. She simply groaned as her first reply, not wanting him to see her in the state she was in. She felt like crap.

"Was sick all morning. I think it must have been some dodgy crab or something. I dunno, they eat weird shit here. We had a grill last night and Mr Maitland thinks that I have food poisoning."

"Ah." John replied, suddenly realising that she had actually meant that. He had assumed she meant she had a headache. "Have you gone to a Doctor or something?" He asked slowly, as she groaned once more.

"Ugh, no." She moaned, rubbing her temples. "It's too...ah...expensive." She winced mid-sentence at the sharp pain in her head. "And Dad can't be asked to pay. Where's the fucking NHS when you need it?"

John laughed softly, looking over to her. "On a scale of one to ten, how bad is your head ache?" He asked, recalling some Doctor knowledge from one of the books he had read. As much as he hated admitting it, he had a photographic memory and he remembered things like this easily. Lucky for him, Clara didn't even question his knowledge.

"Eleven." She mumbled. John chuckled lightly, making her stick up her middle finger at the camera.

"Sorry, that just seems to be your favourite number." He laughed lightly.

"That's because you're an eleven." She slyly reminded him, wincing once again as her headache consumed her thoughts.

John smirked happily, but not happy over the fact that his girlfriend was sick. "I would hug you." He said softly, "But I can't really."

She moaned again, mumbling something to herself that John didn't quite catch. "The thought and smell of food is making me vomit." She wined, her head suddenly perking up as the door from the kitchen opened.

In walked Angie, smoke billowing everywhere as she walked out of the kitchen eating bacon and eggs. John could have sworn he smelt the food from his end of the camera, and there was no doubt that it had hit Clara's senses like an avalanche.

She quickly jumped over the back of the sofa, rushing past Angie and nearly knocking her food to the floor. "Oi!" The girl called back, annoyed that she had been ignored.

She began to run after Clara, when she suddenly heard retching from the downstairs bathroom. "Walking away!" She announced as she quickly took her food upstairs with her.

John waited a good ten minutes before Clara came back, and when she did, she looked like a mess. He hadn't got a decent look at her face before but now he could see just how pale she was. It definitely looked like food poisoning.

"You okay?" He asked, watching Clara as she grabbed two hairpins and clipped them onto her nose.

"No." She whined, groaning as she felt sick once again. She wanted desperately to spray out the food smell in there, but when she had sprayed a bit of deodorant in the bathroom, it had set her off all over again.

"I would hold you hair back for you if I could." John told her, trying to make it sound sweet.

"How unromantic." She replied, but sounding gracious for his words. "You should screencap this, then next time you want to break up with me, look at it and remember how ugly I truly am."

John laughed to himself, screencapping it for his amusement. "If I ever want to break up with you, I'm going to look at this sight and remember just how beautiful you still are in this moment, and so I'll never do such a thing."