[He hesitates for a moment, not yet wanting to leave but not wanting to hover. A part of him worries - not dissimilar to her - that if he leaves that she won't be there if he leaves. He knows it's not logical but the very thought helps him make his decision.
He turns on his heel, dragging a chair to the bedside and a book.]
[He gives her a brief, prolonged look before he clears his throat and flips to to where he had last left off. His eyes are trained on the words in front of him although they trail to her every so often to check on whether or not she's asleep.
Regardless he remains there well after she dozes off, falling into a meditative state himself until she wakes the next day]
[ When Clara wakes up and the Doctor is still there, she's shocked. Touched, too, and she just watches him for a few minutes, wondering if he'll open his eyes the minute she tries to get up. He looked relaxed and...soft somehow, like this. ]
Doctor?
[ She speaks his name softly after she has her fill of watching him this way. She's still laying down, curled beneath the blankets. ]
[ Rubbing her forehead she remembers the bandages too late and winces a little, dropping her hand. But she does look at him, still warm and soft with sleep as she stretches out her legs. ]
No nightmares. You stayed the entire time?
[ Her voice is still soft and a little husky from sleeping as she looks at him, holding his gaze. ]
[Something else hangs in the air unsaid; that he was afraid she wouldn't be there if he left or that something else would snatch her away in the night.
He holds her gaze. Seeing her there wonderfully soft and tussled in the moments after waking stirs something in his hearts. It dawns on him that Clara has always been brilliant even in this unmade state. She always would be and he was going to hold onto her as long as he could.
After making sure Clara is fine and her bandages are clean, he all but flies off to the kitchen. Clara is right in reminding him that any moment is never guaranteed but for now he'll hold this one close to his chest.
For now their only immediate concern is breakfast.]
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makemeasong) wrote2022-08-20 11:07 am
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Thank you, Doctor. For taking it away. I'll be alright after some good sleep. Which I'll get because of you.
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He turns on his heel, dragging a chair to the bedside and a book.]
I'll stay here until you fall asleep.
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Too much to ask you to read out loud?
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I might have picked the wrong book to read out to you. Unless you really want to hear me read about quantum time physics.
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[ She smiles at him just a little, watching him with an arm under her head. ] That book'll do fine.
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Regardless he remains there well after she dozes off, falling into a meditative state himself until she wakes the next day]
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Doctor?
[ She speaks his name softly after she has her fill of watching him this way. She's still laying down, curled beneath the blankets. ]
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If he dreams he doesn't remember it and he blinks blearily, seeing her in bed.]
Clara? Did you sleep okay?
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No nightmares. You stayed the entire time?
[ Her voice is still soft and a little husky from sleeping as she looks at him, holding his gaze. ]
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[Something else hangs in the air unsaid; that he was afraid she wouldn't be there if he left or that something else would snatch her away in the night.
He holds her gaze. Seeing her there wonderfully soft and tussled in the moments after waking stirs something in his hearts. It dawns on him that Clara has always been brilliant even in this unmade state. She always would be and he was going to hold onto her as long as he could.
After making sure Clara is fine and her bandages are clean, he all but flies off to the kitchen. Clara is right in reminding him that any moment is never guaranteed but for now he'll hold this one close to his chest.
For now their only immediate concern is breakfast.]