Whouffle One Shots

You Saved Me

Clara had a big secret. A secret that haunted her. And the secret, was the cuts an scars on her wrists.

No one knew this secret. Not even the Doctor. He had seen them plenty of times, but never brought it up with Clara.

Her darkness was consuming her constantly. It was an endless battle between whether she would hurt herself now or later.

The Doctor, ever since he said he was guarding her, was her only comfort. He made her feel special and cared for, he made her feel things no other man could make her feel. And she was ever grateful.

"Perhaps today you will tell me what is wrong." He said anxiously. Wanting to protect her.

"I can't, I can't tell you this one." She felt a single tear roll down her face and suddenly felt two hands on her clothed wrists that made her yelp a little but quickly contain it.

The Doctor gave her an odd look and slowly rolled up her sleeves, distraught quickly overcoming his face. He brough her arm to his mouth and softly kiss the cuts. "Im sorry. Im sorry I wasn't here for you, that you went through this alone. You shouldn't have had to."

She wrapped her arms around the Doctor forcfully as she cried into the crook of his neck, sobbing hysterically.

After 10 minutes, he pulled away, looking down as he slowly rolls up his sleeves, revealing faint scars on his inner arm.

"You saved me." He barely whispered before her lips were on his.