[ How is he supposed to say no to that? His normally blue eyes that look like shards of ice melt in her presence. The Doctor doesn't answer for a moment though, quietly turning over the possibilities in his mind and soaking in the warmth of her hand that had felt so clammy and cold hours earlier. ]
I might have to brush up on my surgery skills. [ His eyes stay steady on hers. ] Can you wait until then?
[ Even with his powers he doesn't want to rely on it like a crutch. He wants to do well by Clara. ]
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I might have to brush up on my surgery skills. [ His eyes stay steady on hers. ] Can you wait until then?
[ Even with his powers he doesn't want to rely on it like a crutch. He wants to do well by Clara. ]