The Chin and the Impossible Girl

Malnourished

Malnourished

The Doctor parked outside the Maitlands house and waited for Clara. It was at least ten minuets before she opened the door though, running in.

"I'm sorry I'm late," she began breathing deeply. "Angie had her appendix out so it was non stop all this week. Then Gorge had a press conference until really late and Artie was up all night with a nightmare so I haven't had any sleep at all and then my mate phoned with boy troubles and so you know what that's like and I must look like hell because I feel like hell I have this massive headache and you must think I'm so full of myself just coming in here and taking about myself but I'm late and I haven't got an excuse apart from the fact that I feel awful and oh my stars..." Clara said as her eyes rolled. The Doctor didn't have time to stop her before she plummeted to the TARDIS floor...

"Errr... Hi," the Doctor said in reply before rushing over to her. After a quick scan with his sonic screwdriver he determined her asleep. There was something else though that worried him as he carefully picked her up, Clara's face nuzzling into his jacket.

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Clara woke up with a start and looked around her. She was in her bedroom. But her bedroom in the TARDIS. She couldn't even remember what had happened. The Doctor was sat at her bedside.

"Hey," he said.

"What happened?" Clara asked still not really awake.

"You ran into the TARDIS, rattled off this long speech that I mostly couldn't understand, went really pale then collapsed," the Doctor told her as she put her head in her hands.

"Oh my stars..." she began.

"Ah yes that's what you said just before you collapsed... Tea?" the Doctor asked holding a mug up to Clara. She sat up in bed still fully clothed and took the mug with both hands.

"Thanks," she said.

"There's a bit of colour to your cheeks," the Doctor noted.

"That's embarrassment..." Clara said smiling. The Doctor smiled briefly before turning slightly serious again. "Oh I know that face..." Clara said.

"When was the last time you ate something?" the Doctor asked.

"Oh I think... No... I don't know," Clara said sheepishly. "I'm not hungry..." she trailed off.

"You've been starving yourself!" the Doctor cried.

"Please, Doctor, don't shout!" Clara whimpered clutching her head.

"Clara! You've been starving yourself! From what I can make out, you've eaten nothing for the best part of a week! What's the matter with you?"

"Please, Doctor!" she carefully shuffled herself up into a sitting position. She was beginning to sweat and was becoming very pale.

"No! Clara, you can't do this!" he sat down and put his hands on Clara's shoulders to look at her. "I know you've had a busy week but seriously? You have to eat! Your going to die at this rate!"

Clara panicked, leaned forwards and threw up the tea she'd just consumed all over the Doctor.

She shivered and blinked.

"Sorry," she whispered before starting to cry. The Doctor sighed but looking at Clara's pity filled eyes made him melt.

"It's ok," he said pulling her into a hug.

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"Right this is going to taste disgusting but you need to get your salt and sugar levels up," the Doctor said passing Clara a cup full of blue liquid.

"What is it?" she asked eying it up. She was changed and now sitting in the med bay shivering.

"It's a potion I received I an alien planet called Drasklide," the Doctor explained as Clara took a sip. She gagged at the foul taste.

"I'm going to be sick," she said as her face paled. The Doctor took her hands.

"Clara, breath deeply. You can't be sick again. Your body's trying to repel whatever you putting in it because you haven't eaten in so long but you have to keep it in your system. Please Clara for me," the Doctor pleaded as she nodded. It wasn't long before the promise was broken and she threw up, luckily in the bucket next to the bed she was sitting on.

"I'm sorry," she apologised again.

"Ok we'll leave it a minute then try again," the Doctor replied giving the shaking girl a hug and smiling at her.

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"Right anything you want the TARDIS will provide!" the Doctor cried. As Clara smiled. She hadn't been sick since and had finished the bottle of medicine and so the Doctor had decided she was well enough for a proper meal.

"Ohh can I have..." Clara began thinking. "Some... oh I don't know... I'm not hungry..." she said hanging her head.

"Oh come on we're doing so well," the Doctor said kneeling beside her. "Why don't you want to eat?" he asked her.

"I feel like a baby, you making sure I eat and having food 'forced' down me. I'm hungry but I just feel too ill and bothered to eat," she replied looking him in the eyes.

"How about some rice? Or pasta? Maybe a sandwich?" the Doctor offered.

"Rice sounds good," Clara replied. The Doctor stood up and made his way to the kitchen.

"Good, I won't be a moment," he said. Clara smiled and sat down. A minute later a loud crash was heard followed by a lot of swearing. "I'm ok!" the Doctor called making Clara laugh.

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So I have started watching Sherlock and have watched the whole of season one (season two tomorrow!!!) and half of my hair is well pink! Night xxx