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"Whatever's goin' on, I can probably help--- the Doctor can help. Please, what is it?"

"Forget you ever met me."

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"I can’t do that—- why would I do that?” 

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"Got here 'bout five minutes ago. Heard you were back in town, wanted to stop by. Glad I did, actually." She beamed.

"I like the view." ( not even a little bit sorry )

An eyebrow raised at the voice he turned to face Clara, “Well when did you get here.” He asked keeping a singly brow raised at her.

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Having finally settled into her new flat, Clara was grocery shopping to stock up her kitchen. She whirled around when she heard a familiar voice calling her name. When she saw it was Rose Tyler, her old friend from school, she beamed excitedly, and met her halfway, laughing as she nearly tripped. Once she finally got to her, she hugged the blonde tightly. "Oh my god, it has been ages. How've you been?" She asked excitedly. 

"Clara!" Rose practically shouts across the supermarket. "Is that you? I haven’t seen you in ages!" She runs down the aisle towards her old friend, nearly knocking over a display of frozen waffles and syrup. 

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Clara continued her struggle against Danny even though it clearly wasn't doing any good. She let out a cry of pain when her back hit the wall even harder this time. She closer her eyes as he spoke, not wanting to see the look on his face anymore. She never wanted to see Danny Pink's face again. It was like everything was clicking now, and she couldn't help the tears that started streaming down her face. "You may as well just kill me then, because I'm not goin' to keep up this charade." Her voice was only slightly wobbly; She was trying her best to keep herself calm. Her arms hurt from struggling against his grip, and she slowed her movements. "I hate you." She hissed right back, the fire never leaving her eyes, even if she felt broken.

"I had to get close to you somehow."

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"—- I think I’m goin’ to be sick." 

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"That's very sweet of you, though I doubt that I look gorgeous right now. I must be quite a sight at the moment." She joked, though it was true. Dazed and a head injury couldn't be very attractive. "I'm not that delirious, I've just got a slightly--- horrifying head wound. No big deal." She shrugged, turning her head slightly to rest on Jack's shoulder. "Are we there yet? I'm exhausted." 

Jack paused in shock for a moment before rushing over to Clara and kneeling beside her. "Clara! Are you alright? What happened Clara?" Jack examined Clara closely, eyes searching for injuries.

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It took Clara a moment to register that somebody was talking to her. She’d been sitting there silently for only God knows how long. She tensed when she realized she was being examined, but when it hit her that it was Jack, she calmed. “Muggers—- damned muggers.” She’d hit her head when she fell, and was very likely to be covered in bruises. The incident had happened hours ago. “It was just bad timin’.” 

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"Well that can't be. I've had that watch for ages. Even before I met the Doctor." Clara frowned in confusion. 

Chloe inhaled, trying to process it all in her mind. This wasn’t possible, was it? It was gone…”The- the readings suggest that this watch is Gallifreyan.”

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Clara stood still, allowing him to examine her for any scratches. "Not really, no. Bit of a headache, but that's probably normal given our adventure." She cracked a smile, but it faded quickly. "What happens if it's scratched me, Doctor?" 

The worm had been a little too close for comfort, atleast for the Doctor. But as she wasn’t sure if it had scratched her or not, he stepped closer to her and put his hands on her shoulders to look at her face. She seemed unharmed there, so did her hands and neck. “Nothing visible so far.” he said and pulled out his sonic, fiddling a bit with the settings. “You don’t feel anythign strange do you? Hedache, numbness, fat?”

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It took her a few minutes to be able to begin responding to him. She felt like if she talked, she'd just cry even harder. Trying to find the right words to say to him proved to be difficult. Instead, she just cried. Clara closed her eyes and let Danny comfort her. Honestly, she was too sore to move, even if she wanted to be in his arms.

Her head never left the pillow, and too much movement made her want to scream. "---I dunno what happened." She finally spoke, opening her eyes. "I was fine and then-- it hurt a lot. Physically, I mean. I was in so much pain. I still am, but it was so much worse." She was barely speaking above a whisper.

"Clara---" Danny began sadly, watching her. She'd only just woken up, how was he supposed to do this. "I'm so sorry, I-- we're not going to be parents. Not anymore." He said softly, watching her carefully. "I'm sorry."

Clara’s eyes fluttered open. She realized she was laying in a hospital bed, and the memory of how she got there was flooding back into her mind. However, she didn’t linger on it too long; Instead she listened to Danny’s explanation. 

"—-No." She whispered, her hands instinctively resting on her stomach. "No, this can’t be happenin’—-" A sob escaped, and one of the hands previously on her stomach came up to clamp over her mouth. The anguish that she felt was far too painful, and all she wanted was to go back, maybe something could’ve been done.