It feels like everything speeds up at once. She blinks to try and clear her head, but suddenly the room is spinning. Then it all seems to slow down far too much. She sees the phone on the floor, not sure when it had fallen out of her hands.
Things go black then she is suddenly laying on the bed. Everything feels extremely cold then. Somewhere in her hazy head she's glad that she's got a huge blanket to wrap herself in. Except for her limbs aren't responding. She can still feel her chest rising up and down so she's breathing.
Oh, this is scary. Proper scary. She's still got to be brave though.
Clara's eyes move over to the door. She hopes he doesn't come in. He should just turn around and leave. Dying alone was always the plan. Though, somehow through a massive effort she manages to pull the only keepsake has has from her timeline out of her pocket and into her hands. ]