[Because itβs him, he knows what his younger incarnation is thinking even if nothing is showing on his face. He knows every single thought because heβs him and the people in front of them mean so much to them. To take their expressions at face value would be sorely underestimating how much Clara meant to them.
The Doctor turns his sonic towards the glass; with the two of their sonics working together the glass melts faster than it would have alone, but feels like an eternity. The minute the hole is big enough he pushes past through, rushing towards Clara to unlock her chains before carefully maneuvering her out of the tank.]
Check on your Clara.
[But he doubts very much that his younger self needs any prompting.
Knowing how much water she had taken on he knew he had no choice. His lips were on hers in a second while his fingers pinch her nose pushing air into her lungs in an attempt to get her to cough it out.]
[ When she comes out of the tank, Clara's skin is cold, her lips tinged blue, hair sticking to her cheeks. Dying is not what she thought or what anyone promised. No lights, no gates. She's aware though, and then suddenly she's sputtering again, trying to inhale and choking up water instead. Her body jerks and she instinctively rolls onto her side, trying desperately to pull air into her lungs.
The other Clara is conscious but shaking in pain. She hasn't been able to see, hear, or say anything with the gag in her mouth. All that she knows is the woman in the shop that gave her the Doctor's number strapped her here. There are knives in her body and she doesn't understand why or what's happening.
Only when the blindfold comes off and she sees the Doctor does she realizes this was done to her for the sole purpose of hurting him. Once the gag is out of her mouth, she tries to talk to him but finally beings to cry because she's relieved and there are knives sticking out of her arm, hand, and thigh. ]
Doctor what's happening, where are we? [ Somehow she manages to get two questions out, trying to keep it together. ]
[ As he works to get the blindfold off, he spares a glance for the other Clara, too, relieved to hear her beginning to make breath sounds again. He focuses back on his Clara; well, the one from his current timestream, would be more accurate. They're both his Clara. ]
I don't know and I don't know. Really, the least important things to address right now. You're hurt. It's better if you don't talk right now.
[ And he's frowning and worried. Her hands and feet are chained up, but he makes quick work of releasing her, using his sonic screwdriver. Any movement right now, any bit of jostling, he's sure will hurt, but it can't be avoided. He's also too worried and focused to be doing a very good job of warning her in advance. He's just trying to get her loose, into his arms, so he can get her back to the TARDIS.
The moment he's got her in his arms, though, he's more gentle, holding her steady.
Looking at his future self, and nodding to his Clara, he very curtly notes: ] Take care of her, find me later.
[ Neither of them is about to rush off anywhere, not with that dire parting warning from Missy.
Clara is hurt and bleeding in his arms, so there's really no time for more pleasantries, and he carries her as quickly as he can back to the TARDIS. ]
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The Doctor turns his sonic towards the glass; with the two of their sonics working together the glass melts faster than it would have alone, but feels like an eternity. The minute the hole is big enough he pushes past through, rushing towards Clara to unlock her chains before carefully maneuvering her out of the tank.]
Check on your Clara.
[But he doubts very much that his younger self needs any prompting.
Knowing how much water she had taken on he knew he had no choice. His lips were on hers in a second while his fingers pinch her nose pushing air into her lungs in an attempt to get her to cough it out.]
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The other Clara is conscious but shaking in pain. She hasn't been able to see, hear, or say anything with the gag in her mouth. All that she knows is the woman in the shop that gave her the Doctor's number strapped her here. There are knives in her body and she doesn't understand why or what's happening.
Only when the blindfold comes off and she sees the Doctor does she realizes this was done to her for the sole purpose of hurting him. Once the gag is out of her mouth, she tries to talk to him but finally beings to cry because she's relieved and there are knives sticking out of her arm, hand, and thigh. ]
Doctor what's happening, where are we? [ Somehow she manages to get two questions out, trying to keep it together. ]
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I don't know and I don't know. Really, the least important things to address right now. You're hurt. It's better if you don't talk right now.
[ And he's frowning and worried. Her hands and feet are chained up, but he makes quick work of releasing her, using his sonic screwdriver. Any movement right now, any bit of jostling, he's sure will hurt, but it can't be avoided. He's also too worried and focused to be doing a very good job of warning her in advance. He's just trying to get her loose, into his arms, so he can get her back to the TARDIS.
The moment he's got her in his arms, though, he's more gentle, holding her steady.
Looking at his future self, and nodding to his Clara, he very curtly notes: ] Take care of her, find me later.
[ Neither of them is about to rush off anywhere, not with that dire parting warning from Missy.
Clara is hurt and bleeding in his arms, so there's really no time for more pleasantries, and he carries her as quickly as he can back to the TARDIS. ]