He pulled the chair from the nearby desk and moved so it faced Clara's bed. He then perched on the edge of it staring into Clara's eyes, who darted away ashamed. She tried to hide her face using her hands and arms to cover it but it was no use the doctor had already noticed the cut on her forehead.

'Tardis must of got it wrong' the doctor said after all this time he replied and it relaxed Clara.

He shuffled the chair closer and Clara winced then said 'Don't.' And he gave her a very confused face. 'Move away' she demanded.

'Yes boss' he said moving his chair back trying to lighten the mood.

She wasn't amused and just looked more upset at his comments. 'What's happened Clara?' He asked but she just curled away from him.

'Something must of happened between now and last night that has put you into this state' he said forcefully. She closed her eyes. 'I'm sorry' he said quietly.

'Did someone die?'

She shook her head.

'Did your boyfriend break up with you?'

She gave him a disapproving look, he knew she didn't have a boyfriend.

'Okay, did someone hurt you?'

She closed her eyes.

'So you didn't do this by yourself?' He said reaching out to touch the bleeding cut on her head. She retracted quickly.

'I'll take that as a no' he whispered to himself.

'It's none of your business okay?' She piped up.

'I thought it was'

'Well it's not.'

She peeled back the covers and swung her legs round to the floor.

'You should probably...'

'Go?'

'Leave? yeah.' she looked down tears rolling from her eyes down her cheeks as she sniffed. Little pats of water landed on her bare legs just below her short dress. Her hand rested on her legs and her eyes were fixed to her lap. She did not look up once.

The doctor bent down so he was below Clara and he moved his head to try and make eye contact with her. 'Hey, hey' he said placing a hand over her joint hands. 'It's okay' he said. She moved her hands away looking up for the first time. Clara sniffed back her tears and wiped her cheeks and under her eyes.

'Tell me what happened and I'll fix it, I'll fix whatever has put you in this state' he said really worried.

'You can't fix everything!' She sobbed. 'Not everything can be fixed by a wave of your bloody magic screwdriver' she covered her eyes with one hand and sobbed.

The doctor let out a long sigh unsure as what to do next. She was crying and it made him uncomfortable, he couldn't hug her and make it all go away, hell forget hug her he can't touch her.

'Is it someone I know?' He asked as the next question.

She shook her head.

'Is it someone you know?'

She closed her eyes not sure on how to answer.

'Someone you know well?'

She shook her head.

'Just met' she said.

'Worst kind of people' he responded with a laugh. But it didn't help Clara. 'Stop' she said annoyed. 'Please. Stop with the questions' she said moving her fringe from her face.

'Okay. Okay, that's fine. The TARDIS is just out front if you wanted to...'

'No' she said sternly. 'I'd rather be alone'

'But what if--'

'No more questions you promised' she actually managed to break her emotionless face into the smallest of smiles but it lasted no longer than a second.

'Just one question please'

She gave him a look then urged him on to talk.

'You'd tell me if you were hurt wouldn't you?'

She nodded.

'I mean it. How big or small. I want to know'

'I have your number.' She said. He smiled and then left quickly. She fell back onto her bed and covered herself up from the world.