12th Doctor Clara Novels & Stories

CLARA A bomb could have dropped and blown up the hospital room with me in it, and I’d have felt nothing compared to the pain that settled in my chest. “What’s going on?” I muttered softly. My eyes were getting wet again. “I don’t understand, Doctor. You gave me your word. You said that you would hold the spot for me. I swear it was an accident. I don’t need to be punished for this!” The doctor sighed. “ No one is punishing you, Miss Clara. Not the hospital.”

The Auditor-Doctor looked at the baby, then at the flickering, holographic God-Hope who had followed Clara into the room, now barely more than a shimmer in the air. "A biological glitch is not a profit margin, Nurse Vance," the Doctor said coldly. "He is insolvent." The Internal Schism: The Last Trade Clara rushed to the bedside. She took Julian’s hand—it was cold, real, and frail. She pressed the gold ring into his palm and leaned into his ear.

With heavy breathing, she pointed at her unconscious father. "What's up with him? Why is he like that?" "Miss Clara…" "Don't call my name and give me a damn answer!" She yelled. "Where is the doctor?" She mumbled and looked around. Clara ran in search of the doctor she knew and luckily she found him attending to a patient. "Doctor." She called out with teary eyes and the man glanced at her. "Clara…hold on, I am coming." He answered and Clara waited outside, leaning against the wall with her head upwards. The doctor came out later to attend to her.

"You're not a burden. You're my mother." She sees me behind him. "Lena. You came." "Of course." "I heard about Marcus's letter and the money. He was always smarter than me. Knew you'd use it for good. Knew you were better than I gave you credit for." The Doctor appears. "Mr. Vaughn, we need to talk about your mother's treatment plan." Caleb looks at Clara, me, then the doctor. "Give us a minute." The doctor leaves. Clara reaches for Caleb's hand. "I'm tired. So tired of fighting. Of treatments. By pretending I'm going to beat this."

But as she watched, the shadow flickered, resolved, and looked straight at her. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said. Its voice was familiar, authoritative, yet laced with uncertainty. “This is not for you.” “I am here,” Clara said. “I’m the only one who can fix this.” The sphere reacted. Threads of light coiled around her, tightening, almost like constricting ropes. Images of every failure, every death, every moment she’d lost someone she loved, flashed through her mind: Ethan at the river, the collapsing corridors, Version Twelve disappearing through glass, her own reflection smiling in the wrong moment.

Clara was astounded to find that number of people in their home. Alex never told her they were coming and she just wanted to come down. “Oh no,” Alex shouted the moment he saw her climbing off the stairs. He then rushed and helped her. “The Doctor said you needed rest, why are you awake?” “Sleeping is not the only form of resting,” Clara replied to him. Trying to make him understand that people get tired of sleeping too. Selene had been looking at Clara maliciously. This was every life that she had prayed for and more, and Clara got it on a platter of gold.

The space is filled with the bitter smell of medicine. “Earlier you asked where those who came with you were. I had them brought to the west wing. The shades are tending to their minor wounds, while my doctor is seeing to those more heavily injured,” I explain. Clara’s eyes drift around the hallway, glancing into the open rooms. Her face is in horror at the injured people. She then begins to rub the scabby rope marks on her wrists. “I d-didn’t realize so many o-of them were this badly i…injured,” she gawks.

* Melanie breathed out heavily and then wore the scrub thinking. "I have never done this before. So how?!" She thought. "So what? Remember why you became a doctor or don't you any more. You can do it! Fighting!" Her subconscious screamed at her and she nodded and smiled as she closed the the locker. She stared at her parents picture on it and said. "Mum), ( Dad), this is for you" She said and then proceeded to the operation theatre. In the operation room. "We have to remove the blood clot in the spinal cord area or else he might die or lose his ability to sense or feel anything" Melanie said and they all nodded.

Jefferson had given me to open the door. I knew something was amiss as soon as I opened the door. From behind the privacy screen came sounds—a woman's muffled gasps, followed by the unmistakable noise of the screen being jostled. I froze at the doorway, still clutching my box of miscellaneous items. I was uncertain whether to advance or retreat. Then I heard the hurried sounds of clothes being straightened. After a brief pause, a woman emerged from behind the privacy screen. This was my first glimpse of Jade Clemens. My mind registered only one thought—she was truly captivating. No wonder those male doctors had been so eager!

She said if one heart wasn't enough, she'd find two —there would eventually be a way to save me. When Clara was about to graduate from medical school, she started spending more time with a man named Leon Marshall. She said his heart was a perfect match for me. I begged her not to hurt anyone for my sake. But she said she was willing to do anything to save me. The day I saw Leon tied up in our apartment, I was terrified. I couldn’t believe Clara had gone this far. As I watched her calmly push a needle into his arm, panic flooded me. I tried to stop her, but she said it was too late.