12th Doctor Clara Novels & Stories

he said softly to someone else in the room. Clara’s mind was still foggy, but a sharp, painful thought cut through the haze. Her babies. Where were her babies? She tried to speak, but her throat was so dry, her voice just a rasp. She tried to sit up, her body protesting with a fresh wave of pain. “Easy, easy now,” the doctor said, gently putting a hand on her shoulder. “You’ve been through a terrible ordeal. You’re safe now.” Clara looked at him, her eyes wide with a desperate question she couldn’t voice. The other person in the room walked closer. He was a man with sharp, intelligent eyes, a serious face, and a powerful look. It was Ian Thompson. He looked at her with a quiet curiosity.

he continued. “You said at the interview that you’re back, neck and knees are aching right?” Tit nodded. “It’s Arthritis,” said the doctor. Damn. It turns out that Tit is getting older! Then have the courage to make this handsome doctor with a big bulge cute! Malcolm’s Pov I glanced at her direction. She covered her mouth to hide her laugh. “Hmp!” she still stopped laughing even though I was staring at it. My eyes narrowed. “Is there a problem, Miss?” I asked her.

"I can see them. All of you." Morwen's face was pale, her eyes wide. "I can see you too. Every time you die. Every time you live. Every time you choose to stay." The white flower blazed, and the flood intensified. --- Clara was in the forty-third iteration. She was kneeling in a corridor, helping a stranger to her feet. The stranger was injured—a student she did not know, someone the story had never named. She was late for a class. She did not care.

He patted her back gently and headed toward the door with the doctor behind him. Just as Logan was about to leave with him, he looked at Clara one more time. Their eyes met for a short moment. Then the door closed and left her alone with the nurse. Clara stared at the closed door for a long time. "What's with the puppet though," she murmured to herself. She did not even know why she said them. The nurse gave her the new clothes she would change into.

After Barbara and the manager left, Clara turned to the attending doctor. "Doctor, what exactly is wrong with my sister?" The doctor looked genuinely perplexed. "It's difficult to say. By all indications, she should have regained consciousness by now, but we haven't found anything else wrong. We'll need to keep her under observation for the time being." The deeper you went into medicine, the more you realized how little you truly knew. In all his years of practice, he had never encountered a case quite like this.

Even before coming on this wild goose chase, she knew somewhere at the back of her mind that it was real, for a very twisted reason, she was unfortunate enough to see the lifespan of people she looked at above their heads. Clara was appalled by the mere thought of it. Before now, she did not know what to think about the numbers or what they could mean but she was sure this was not even going to be one of her guesses. She regained her ability to move soon and wasted no time heading back to her room before Evander noticed she was gone. How was she going to explain any of this to him? He would probably think she was going crazy and would throw her into a psychiatric hospital if he ever found ou

"What do you mean Ranz?" "She's a very intelligent doctor she can make medicines for us." "How dare you use her?" shouted Vlahdy while standing and holds Ranz neck. "Let go of me? If only you didn't help her a long time ago, this won't happen. Next time you see me again pretend you don't know me or I might tell others that I met you and they'll gonna attack you." Vlahdy never answers. Ranz get inside his car and drove it away leaving Vlahdy.

Her voice erupted, sharp as lightning: “Are you people crazy? Mad? You must be!” The room froze as she marched forward, her fury undeniable. In one swift motion, she landed a slap across John’s face. “How dare you cast Dr. Adrian out and let this quack near Mr. Alex? Do you plan to kill him?” Her accusation cut like a blade. John staggered back, stunned. He knew better than to retaliate. Clara was no ordinary doctor — her family name carried weight in Vereluxe City. To challenge her was to invite ruin. The so-called doctor, clutching his injection, scoffed nervously.

Hope's POV. What the hell am I doing? I am a doctor. A woman of science. Not some heroine in a supernatural romance novel. And yet, here I am, trudging through the misty forest again, guided only by this strange pull in my chest that has no medical explanation.