[ Puppies are very good motivation. Izzie is flat out on her side feeding them when she arrives; two gold pups and one black one, underneath Nathan's desk and nestled in a big pile of blankets. He looks slightly less exhausted than he did days ago, and stands up when he sees her, putting his headset down on the desk. ]
[Clara looks exhausted enough for the both of them. She's pale and her hair is tied back in case she gets sick unexpectedly. But her expression brightens when she sees the mother and her babies and she quietly makes her way over to them. Though she makes sure to note the location of the various trashcans in the room.
She comes to stand by his side.]
They're precious. [She turns to look at him.] And you're looking better.
[ Nathan ducks down, picking up one of the tiny puppies, the one black one of the bunch. At a week old, there's not much to them, but their eyes are mostly opened. Tiny noses and tiny eyes, tiny soft paws with tiny claws, tiny ears, still folded on the sides of their tiny heads. ]
[Clara's coo is soft and barely above a whisper as she reaches out a gentle finger to stroke the puppy's soft furry head. What a precious little thing.]
[Clara extends her arms to receive the puppy and then pulls them close to cradle the little pup against her chest. It sniffs a little at her chest but is mostly still. She gently strokes its back with her thumb and coos too it before looking up at Nathan.]
I suppose amazing things can happen anywhere. Even in the darkest of places.
[Clara follows suit and slowly sinks onto the floor next to him. Better to keep the puppy close to the floor and it helps with her vertigo. She continues stroking the puppy's soft fur, finding a strange sort of comfort in it.]
It's hard. I don't want to be here without friends and yet I hope never to see any of them show up here and I know missing them is selfish.
[ It is reassuring. The whimpering of the puppies and soft breathing of happy mum Izzie had put him to sleep the first night. There was a newborn smell, too. ]
You're not here without friends. But I know what you mean. I wish I could see my kids, but I don't. Izzie's lucky. Every year she has here is an extra year than she had at home.
[Clara reached out to pet the dog's nose. Izzie raised her head and licked Clara's hand a few times before lying back down. Clara sighed and leaned her head against the edge of his chair, suddenly feeling worn out.]
I'm alright. I've got to be. Feeling sorry for myself isn't going to bring the Doctor here. [She exhales through her nose.]
Tell me about your family. I didn't know you had a brother or children.
Something tells me the Doctor goes where he's most needed.
[ He reached out, brushing a strand of hair back from her forehead. ]
Well there's Claire. She's my illegitimate daughter. Beautiful girl, blonde, tiny as a spring pea. About your age. Then Simon and Monty, my boys from my marriage. Seven and nine when I saw them last. My brother, Peter. I think you'd like him, if you haven't met already. He's not a doctor, but he is a nurse.
Which isn't here. I can handle things without him.
[She gives Nathan a tired smile which morphs into a real one as he describes his family. Her eyebrows raise at the TMI of an illegitimate child but she says nothing.]
Sounds like you have a pretty decent sized family. I'm a bit jealous. [Her lips twitch when he mentions a brother.] I'll track him down.
The last thing you should be jealous of is my family. My mum's an evil, manipulative woman who tried to get her own son to blow up Manhattan, and my father faked his own death to run his own sinister organisation of supervillains.
I wish I was kidding.
[ But he looks like he finds it ironically funny anyway. ]
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