Breathe Deep, Clara

Chapter 2

As I was thinking about how genius my plan was, I saw Clara stumble out of the once locked door.
"How did she get out without being spotted?" I thought to myself.
Suddenly, the Doctor realized how the young woman escaped without being noticed. She had stopped breathing. Clever girl, that one.
Before I was able to come up with the next part my plan, I noticed that Clara began to look unstable on her feet.
"Of course, humans can't hold their breath as long as Time Lords can," the Doctor remarked.
Her next two steps attempted to keep her upright. But finally, she let her breath escape her lips as she fell to the floor.
"Bring her," said a voice from down the hall.
I wanted to run to her aid to make sure that she was okay. I wanted to make sure that she was alive. Because I finally remembered why I was so fond of Clara Oswald.
She was my Impossible Girl. She died a thousand times over to save me. She always tries to cover up how much she is hurting. But I could always see right through her act. I care about her so much. How could I not? She has done so much for me. But for now, I must keep myself undercover.
I turn slowly to see the cyborg that was charging in the other room. It looked at me expectantly. I then remembered his previous order. I walked over to Clara's unconscious body and picked her up by her arms, and began to drag her back towards the other room.
As the cyborg walked away, I took that time to check her pulse. Relief flooded through me as I felt the faint pulse going through her wrist.
I pulled her into the room that we had entered in and set her down gently. The cyborg nodded its approval. But it sure was going to get a big surprise later.
I looked down at Clara as she began to stir. The cyborg simply sat, waiting for her to wake fully.
"Oh my Impossible girl. Time for action."