[She's in shock at first, not fully registering that the Doctor is there. It isn't until she hears him crying out in pain that she seems to be able to move. No matter what, she knows for a fact that she was born to save the Doctor. And she's saved him so many times that she is not about to let someone barely taller than she is kill him now.
Clara's in pain, but she calls out to the Doctor anyway, hoping to let him know that she'll be just fine. She rolls over and pushes herself up to standing, and hurries on wobbly legs over toward the Doctor's side.]
Your sonic! [Her voice is still hoarse and scratchy as she speaks, but she pays it no mind.] At the highest frequency. It hurts whatever is in there.
[She stands at the Doctor's side, hand pressing against the injury on his arm. Her attention shifts back onto Newt, and she thinks this may be the last time she sees him alive. But the look in his eyes isn't her friend. The gaze that she sees looking back at her is dark and strange, twisted in a way that she can't believe she hasn't noticed until just now.]
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Clara's in pain, but she calls out to the Doctor anyway, hoping to let him know that she'll be just fine. She rolls over and pushes herself up to standing, and hurries on wobbly legs over toward the Doctor's side.]
Your sonic! [Her voice is still hoarse and scratchy as she speaks, but she pays it no mind.] At the highest frequency. It hurts whatever is in there.
[She stands at the Doctor's side, hand pressing against the injury on his arm. Her attention shifts back onto Newt, and she thinks this may be the last time she sees him alive. But the look in his eyes isn't her friend. The gaze that she sees looking back at her is dark and strange, twisted in a way that she can't believe she hasn't noticed until just now.]