Doctor Who And Clara 소설 & 이야기

Doctor Clara asked as soon as Liam barged in on her while she was treating a patient, guessing that could be the reason for his intrusion. Doctor Clara is an ordinary human who was captured by Hamilton on her way back from work some years ago. She is a young lady of twenty seven. She has no family of her own since her parents died in a fatal car accident a few years after she became a doctor but she had a fiance who was about to marry her before her abduction.

said the doctor, opening the door wide to welcome the girl into his house. Clara entered, casting a glance around the room. It looked neat with a modern feel and minimal furniture. "Please, have a seat! I've ordered food for you," the doctor instructed. "I only have fruits and milk in the fridge! You can help yourself. I need to take a shower," he added. As usual, after returning from the hospital, he would take a shower before doing anything else. Clara just sat there. She didn't do anything, feeling awkward and embarrassed to ask for help from someone she had only met twice.

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.

he added. “Alright, thank you,” Clara said. Then the doctor nodded and walked out of the suite. “Why did you ask that?” I asked her, eventually talking to her and turning to look at her annoying face. “Because I already informed Donald Shell, and I am sure he is either here already, or on his way,” Clara blurted, much to my anger. “You did what?!” I bellowed at her. “How dare you invite him here?” I queried her.

I glared at him vehemently. "Alex! Let the man go.... He was talking about Clara... You just didn't listen. Calm down, guy." He said to me, pulling my hand down. "I was trying to tell you, sir.. You.. You didn't let me.." The doctor grumbled, pulling my hands from his shirt. I relaxed and stepped away. "I.. I'm sorry, doc. So... Sola is.. Alive?" I asked. The tears of relief that burned my eyes were begging so hard to be released.

“You should be fine by evening.” Clara nodded silently. “Try not to hit your head on hard floors next time,” the doctor added awkwardly before leaving the room. The moment the door shut— Clara’s expression changed completely. The tears disappeared instantly. So did the trembling. Her eyes turned cold. Sharp. Calculating. Slowly, she looked around the room carefully to ensure nobody was nearby. Then she reached beneath the blanket and pulled out her phone. A dark smile curved against her lips. “Looks like Evelyn took the bait…” she murmured quietly.

Together, the four of us walked out while Fernandez and Dominic stayed behind with Leon. The doctor led us to a heavy wooden door and opened it. The room was bathed in the soft gray light of the afternoon. It didn’t feel like a hospital ward; it felt more like a sanctuary. Clara was sitting up in bed, her knees pulled tightly to her chest and her head resting on her legs. She looked fragile, her hair matted with dried blood from the blow she had taken, but the moment the door creaked, her head snapped up. When her eyes landed on me and the baby carrier, she let out a sob that broke my heart.

"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."

Colter stood beside Clara, grinning from ear to ear. "Thank you, honey! I've been waiting for this day for so long!" Quietly standing a short distance away, I listened to her exchange with her friends as a meaningful smile curled up at the corner of my lips. "I still can't believe it. The doctors told me that I had severe reproductive complications and that natural conception was nearly impossible. They even advised us to prepare for long-term clinical interventions or consider IVF," Clara said, intentionally raising her voice to make sure everyone present could hear her.

Clara hesitated then her expression darkened with a resolve I hadn’t seen in years. “We run. But first…” She reached into her jacket and pulled out a small, blood-smeared flash drive. “You need to see something. Proof that Dahlia never expected you to survive the rebirth. She had already chosen your replacement.” “Replacement?” My voice cracked. Clara nodded slowly. “It was supposed to be me.” My heart lurched. Before I could speak, a loud crack echoed above us metal on metal, harsh and echoing. Footsteps. Heavy. Fast. Too many.