[ No, no it really isn't their finest hour. It isn't even in the realm of downright-okay, or impossibly-mediocre. It's just — not good.
The Doctor had gone down with that blast of power — the power from his own sonic screwdriver, he reckons, which is really very rude — knocked out for a few moments of his own, head scrambled and his limbs jostled. He could feel the pulse of that talisman's power in the jittering of his teeth. But like he always does, he gets to his feet and he checks on Clara, and he ignores the pain in just about every part of his body but especially his arm where he's still bleeding.
She has to be okay.
Whatever else happens today, she has to be okay. (And it's a relief when she opens her eyes to look up at him.) ]
It did. [ He agrees. With a sigh, he sits back on his knees, momentarily defeated. ] And I feel absolutely stupid for not seeing it before.
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The Doctor had gone down with that blast of power — the power from his own sonic screwdriver, he reckons, which is really very rude — knocked out for a few moments of his own, head scrambled and his limbs jostled. He could feel the pulse of that talisman's power in the jittering of his teeth. But like he always does, he gets to his feet and he checks on Clara, and he ignores the pain in just about every part of his body but especially his arm where he's still bleeding.
She has to be okay.
Whatever else happens today, she has to be okay. (And it's a relief when she opens her eyes to look up at him.) ]
It did. [ He agrees. With a sigh, he sits back on his knees, momentarily defeated. ] And I feel absolutely stupid for not seeing it before.