12th Doctor Clara Novels & Stories

Griffo walked back into the room, Clara hurriedly wiped her tears as she looked up at him. He gave her a look but Clara forced a smile. “I am really sorry about this ma’am. If there is anything I can do to help, I will.” He said and Clara nodded. He is their family doctor, he isn't a stranger so he knows a lot. “Can you get me a ride?” She asked and sniffed. “Of course, ma’am.” ~ Clara sat in the car and watched the chauffeur drive and at the same time, she was fighting her tears. She was in the car the doctor arranged for her and as dumb as it sounds, she was heading to Xavier’s mansion.

" There’s. there’s something else. You need to come. Right now. Please. The doctor said he needs to see you urgently." My heart, which had just begun to settle, missed a beat and I signalled to one of the girls to lower the music. " What happened?" I barked, standing up and giving a dirty look to one of the girl who tried to push her breasts at my face. " I — I can’t explain over the phone," Clara said . " But it's critical. Dr. Estevez said to tell you. it's about her." About Sarian. Anger mixed with fear crashed inside of me and I threw the glass to the floor

It was not time for Clara to know about his relationship with Celine. Clara went to the restroom to freshen up before she came to the office to see Sebastian. Made herself look more presentable by adding a little color to her cheeks and her lips, so she didn't have that haggard traveler look. She had applied mascara on the plane, so she didn’t need to touch that up. ‘Alexis, I told you to go home. I don’t need more coffee or tea. At this point, you’re beginning to annoy me,’ Sebastian said, not looking away from the computer screen. He was watching the footage before the explosion, trying to find clues.

The doctor continued, “Fortunately, your injuries aren’t severe. Just a minor concussion and some bruised ribs. You’ll be discharged tomorrow, but take it easy for the next few weeks.” “Thank you, Doctor,” I said as he left the room. Moments later, Clara returned with the woman who had saved me. She was young, perhaps in her late twenties, with sharp features and striking eyes that seemed to hold secrets. Her clothes were shabby, and her hands fidgeted nervously as she stood in the doorway. “This is her,” Clara said warmly, gesturing for the woman to step forward. “Good afternoon, sir,” she said, her voice soft and slightly trembling.

When Lucy and Nancy saw the figure in the cremator, they screamed in horror. "Switch it off!" Lucy demanded, panicked. "Switch it off! My son isn't dead!" At the critical moment, she finally abandoned the ruse of Christoper's fake death. Alas, she was a step too late. Once Christoper was reduced to ashes, she collapsed weakly to the ground. Her face, lined with wrinkles, seemed to have aged significantly in an instant. She crawled forward, drowning in tears, but the staff stopped her.

she gestured, and we accepted. "So, Miss Veronica, what was Clara's passion?" I asked, pressing the play button on my recorder. "She always wanted to help people. She was cheerful and saw the best in others, even the bad seeds, something I never understood. And she wanted to make her father proud and follow in her sister's footsteps," she replied. "Clara had a sister?" I asked as Rhett took down some notes. "Yes, her name was Valentina Shawn. She died of a weak heart when she was seventeen. That's why Clara chose to be a doctor, hoping to save more lives," Miss Veronica explained.

Klara made a noise of understanding. “What have we here then?” The dark haired Doctor James came in. “James, just a few claw marks.” Marc stepped away so Dr James could inspect. “I’m glad to see you looking so well, your majesty.” He smiled up to Klara, she looked at him confused, she was puzzled by the title he’d called her and she didn’t think she looked any different from the last time she saw the doctor the week before.

I exhaled slowly. She wasn’t wrong. Clara stood up then, walking over to me. “You’re not facing it alone,” she said gently. I looked at her again. And for the first time… That didn’t feel like something I had to question. “I know,” I said. And I meant it. A knock came at the door, and the doctor stepped back in. “We’re ready for the scan,” he said. Everything inside me stilled again. Clara’s hand found mine again immediately.

“I rushed out. I didn’t look. I didn’t breathe. I just ran.” Clara swallowed. “I remember how cold it felt. And then I remember the ceiling in the emergency room. White. Too bright. You're standing there looking like you’d seen a ghost.” My throat moved as I swallowed. “You kept saying my name,” Clara continued. “Over and over. Like if you said it enough times, I wouldn’t disappear.” Her fingers loosened slightly in the robe. “So when you ask me what my plans are,” Clara said, her voice no longer trembling but steady in a different way, “the only plan I had that night was to get away from you.”

His words registered in my mind after a few minutes, I nodded and thanked him. After my interaction with the doctor, I am sure of one thing. Whatever situation we are facing, it has to do something with Clara's reality. One we have to find out before it's too late.