Whouffaldi | Impossible Girl

Heaven

CLARA

My head was pounding and I felt achingly weak. Somehow, I was clad in a white night gown and all I could see around me was blinding white that glowed so bright it hurt my eyes. I grimaced against the light and tried to shade my eyes slightly. Was I in heaven?

There didn't seem to be a solid ground beneath me but when I began to walk each foot was placed in front of each other as if I was strolling across concrete. Everything was in utter silence- broken only by my jagged breathing. However, just behind me, I heard a sudden intake of breath. I turned around to see a figure kneeling on the glowing, white floor. Tears streamed from his eyes and he shook with silent sobs.

"Doctor?" I asked, amazed. My voice seemed distant and echoed around the... room? I wasn't sure exactly what to call this mysterious place. When there was no reply, I cocked my head to the side and slowly and cautiously tiptoed to The Doctor's hunched over figure. I lingered for a second- my hand outstretched- before kneeling down and gently placing my shaking fingers on his back. Instantly, a shocking pain gripped me and I screamed, arching my back against the agony. My vision flashed and I could hear a deafening beeping all around me. The steady bleeps were broken by a thundering voice yelling my name from every direction. I threw my hands to my ears to block out all the noise as the flashing before my eyes turned into a ceiling; a frantic nurse; a steadily moving heart monitor. I gasped for air to flood into lungs and choked as I felt an abundance of oxygen flow inside me. 

Before I had time to think, a woman's face hovered over mine and she began to perform checks on me, all the while asking me questions that I didn't know the answer to. I closed my eyes tight and clenched my fists to try and relieve the ache of my sore body. Only then did I become aware of a large hand wrapped carefully around my own. I turned my head, with enormous effort, to the side and my heart stopped for a second when I saw two familiar eyes staring at me with tears brimming at the edge.

My mouth moved but no words came out. My Doctor. My Doctor was with me. He simply nodded and stroked his thumb across my hand as if he already knew what my silent words were going to be. I didn't even realise I had been crying until I felt the wet pillow beneath my cheek. I could do nothing else but gaze into his astonishing eyes, laughing so weakly it was almost silent. Even despite its frailty, my happiness spread and soon The Doctor had an enormous grin spread from ear to ear across his face. I tried to joke that a smile from him was rare but I was still unable to speak so I just squeezed his hand and felt a captivating warmth spread through me.