The twelfth hour

War

Clara's POV
I had just stopped crying when I saw the lights turn red and the kloister bell go off. Danger. I heard the Doctor come running down to my hall way cursing the whole way, in a lot of pain. He burst into my room practically knocking the door off its hinges.

"I know you don't want to see me but the Daleks have found us and they will kill you, please just for now, come with me. They are bargaining with us, I'm going to blow up the tardis and get us out of here, but you can't fight me, please." He said terror and desperation in his voice. I nodded speechless. He stuck out his good arm and we ran down the hallway he gasped for air, one of his broken ribs probably poking his lung, if they were in the same spot as humans that was. Missy motioned for us to hurry. The Doctor hit a button on the tardis and a ten second count down started. We burst out of the doors right into the ship of a dalek army. Missy walked up behind The Doctor and pulled his arm over her shoulders like a casual gesture but in reality she was holding him up. He wasn't supposed to be standing never mind running.

"Six!" He yelled.

"What does this mean?" The supreme dalek asked forcefully.

"Three! Two... one!" With that the daleks were sent flying as the tardis blew, we of course were fine, the Doctor must have planned for this.

"We have four minutes before they regroup Missy's tardis is a mile away, we have to run, it will take us 7-8 minutes sprinting, so take a deep breath." The Doctor said, his plan coming together, Missy grabbed his hand and he grabbed mine. She started off running. We were about halfway there before the doctor began to look like he was going to keel over.

"Keep going!" He commanded telepathically, how he did that I don't know, but it worked. We put of a burst of speed, and right as her pillar that looked like something out of Rome was in sight, the Doctor gasped and hit the ground. His lungs giving out. Missy's looked at me in fear as we could hear the Daleks behind us. She bent down and carefully picked him up. Before we both ran the last 50-75 feet to her tardis. The front opened and we tumbled in out of breath. She placed the Doctor down and flipped a switch soon we were flying soundlessly through space. She then dropped to her knees next to him.

"He's not breathing, and I can only feel one heart." She said panic etched into her features. She began to preform CPR on him tears dropping on his face. I could hear her mumbling something under her breath before she leaned down for mouth-to-mouth. She did it twice more before he inhaled sputtering. She and I both sighed with relief. He continued to cough as he pulled himself off the ground. Leaning against her console she wrapped him in a tight hug.

"Sorry." Cough. "That wasn't supposed to happen." He said gasping for air. I sighed as sat down in a plush chair surrounding her console. Looking around I saw the different red walls with round things, as the Doctor called them, she had carpets that looked like you could drown in. Elaborate paintings and potted plants that I had never seen on earth also decorated her tardis.

"Don't be, sorry I mean. We pushed you really hard I should have parked closer." Missy replied. The Doctor gasped and fell into Missy slightly.

"I think I found the problem." He said panting, "right lung, just on top of the bullet hole, it's been punctured. Oh also, I might pass out soon, sorry." My eyes widened and Missy turned and pulled the Doctor down a back hall and into a room, laying him on a medical table right before he lost consciousness.

"Hold on my love." I had followed her down but she shooed me out. I tried to fight back but she wasn't having it. I left worried for the Doctor.
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Missy's POV
By the time I had finished with the Doctor, he had lost so much blood it looked worse than it had originally, my blue floors had been shaded a red-purple colour. I re-stitched it while he was still out, then cleaned and rewrapped the wound. I knew he was going to need blood and fast, or he wasn't going to make it. Finalizing my decision I yelled for Clara. I heard her as she pounded down the hall.

"What do you need?" She said throwing open the door, only to find both of us blood soaked.

"I need to give him blood, it's pure luck we're compatible. I need you to help me." She nodded reluctantly as if my blood was poison or something. I pushed a needle into my arm then connected a bag to the end of it. I was about to lose a lot of blood but it wouldn't be half of what he just lost. Never mind what he had lost earlier. I sped up the process and switched the needle before sticking the clean one in his arm, there were probably other things I had to do but I didn't have time for that. Hoping it was enough I sat there slightly light headed. I worried he wasn't going to wake up. Then who would I have fun with, I tried to cheer myself with a joke but it didn't seem to work, my façade had fallen it wasn't worth it anymore. About an hour later he began to stir, mumbling something or another.

"Hey love." I said leaning over him. His eyes slowly fluttered open. He tried to inhale deeply but only ended up coughing, hard. I tried to prop him up slightly hoping to make his breathing easier. It seemed to work slightly. He stopped coughing but he winced and cried out quietly, the pain from his ribs and lugs probably feeling like there on fire. I had forgotten to dose him with pain reliever. I ran over to the cupboard and grabbed the extra strength one that the Doctor himself had made me promise to keep. I dosed him on that and waited for him to relax before I yelled for Clara again who had left shortly after I had transferred the blood. She came in quickly once more, and upon seeing the Doctor awake she smiled.

"Oh my, you gave us quite a fright! I would slap you into your next regeneration if I could." Clara said, not quite joking. Instead she decided upon giving him a gentle hug. Which he smiled at.

"Well that's not fair, I gave myself a fright." He said his voice coming out slurred, probably from the pain medication. He winced as he tried to reposition his hips. He then realized he wasn't wearing a shirt in which case he blush a bright shade of red around the ears. I nodded and went off to find one. I wonder how short he still was on blood, also how long we had before the Daleks caught up with us. Couldn't be long, he was going to need to recover, and quick.

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