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For the next few days I didn't leave Clara's bedside. For the most part, I just watched her as she slept- her soft breaths blowing strands of hair that fell across her face. When she was awake, I mainly just told her stories as she was still weak. The way her deep brown eyes watched me as I spoke left me with a brand new sensation in my stomach. There was so much softness and innocence and passion swirling around in her pupils all at the same time. They had always been my weakness. Clara knew that just as well as I did- whenever she wanted something she simply pulled the puppy eyes out and I was a slave to her power. My hand remained wrapped around hers almost constantly and I stroked my thumb across the fragile skin on the back of her hand.

Soon enough, Clara was ready to leave and after impatiently listening to the nurse telling me to be careful with her I speedily strode across to help her out of bed. She was already sat up so I wrapped my arm around her back and underneath her arms. Her breath hitched as I pulled her against my chest and she stretched her legs from underneath the bed sheets for the first time in days. Once she was on her feet, she wobbled a bit but I held her firmly upright as she took a few steps on her shaking legs. After a couple of minutes she was perfectly capable of walking by herself but when I reluctantly tried to remove my arm from around her she grabbed my hand and guided it back to her waist. Her head turned and she slowly lifted her eyes to meet my own.

"Just a little longer." She whispered, intertwining her fingers with mine. I was in no hurry to argue with her and slowly we made our way back home. Finally we were back where we supposed to be: just the Doctor and Clara in the TARDIS.