[Clara cries out as they're hit by the blast of energy. The breath is knocked out of her as she hits the wall, and the force of the impact causes her to black out momentarily. She slides down the wall and lands in a half sitting position, but thankfully isn't out for long.
When she comes to, she can feel the press of the Doctor's forehead against hers, can hear him calling her name in a panic. She blearily blinks up at him, everything fuzzy in those initial moments. She's smiling at first, just from the sight of him alone.]
Doctor?
[But then the events of the past handful of minutes catch up to her all at once and she gasps.]
Doctor, your arm!
[She's a bit like a bobblehead as she tries to sit up, wobbling and bobbling. Her hand feels at the back of her head, making sure there's no blood. There's just a tender bump, and she sighs in relief. It's then that she takes notice they're alone.]
And that thing wearing Newt's face. It got away.
[This definitely isn't their finest hour. At least they're both alive.]
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When she comes to, she can feel the press of the Doctor's forehead against hers, can hear him calling her name in a panic. She blearily blinks up at him, everything fuzzy in those initial moments. She's smiling at first, just from the sight of him alone.]
Doctor?
[But then the events of the past handful of minutes catch up to her all at once and she gasps.]
Doctor, your arm!
[She's a bit like a bobblehead as she tries to sit up, wobbling and bobbling. Her hand feels at the back of her head, making sure there's no blood. There's just a tender bump, and she sighs in relief. It's then that she takes notice they're alone.]
And that thing wearing Newt's face. It got away.
[This definitely isn't their finest hour. At least they're both alive.]