A/N: The video is by Lauren Tyler and is to a song by Lana Del Ray whose song Young and Beautiful I listened to a TON while writing this fic. This is the last part of this short story! Hope you enjoyed it and the feels weren't too bad. Anyway, enjoy this last part and have a nice day!!

Over the next few days Clara slowly improved, her fever almost gone. The Doctor still spent most of his time by her side, but now she would talk to him. Mostly they talked about light things, but the subject of her near suicide was inevitable.

It came up one day as they sat, their conversation paused for a moment. Clara brought it up.

"Doctor?"

He looked up quickly, hearing how her voice had become more intense.

"How did you know to come when I was about to... You know..." She made a vague gesture with one hand.

The Doctor looked at his feet, "Your note. It appeared on my physic paper."

Clara nodded slowly, staring down at her bandaged arms. They were both quiet for a moment. Then the Doctor spoke quietly, his voice breaking slightly. "Why'd you do it Clara?"

She looked at his bowed head and slowly realized how much almost loosing her had hurt him. She reached out for his hand and he took hers gently, holding it between his, eyes closed.

She sighed, "I had lost so much in such a short period of time. My Mum's mum passed away due to cancer, the next day Artie was hit by a car while crossing the street... And even though that was the reason I stopped traveling with you, I missed you. I- I just couldn't take it any longer."

"Will you be okay now? I can help you, you know." The Doctor's hands tightened, pressing gently over hers.

Clara hesitated, "I think so. It'll still be hard but... If you'll help me through it..."

The Doctor nodded, smiling gently, "Oh my Impossible Girl, how could I ever cease to save you?"

Clara smiled back, content in that moment, her best friend by her side, and hope for the future.