[ She looks like she needs a hospital, her already pale skin gone the shade of paper. There's a thin sheen of sweat on her skin and she's tired, so exhausted that even without being hurt, she isn't sure she could move on her own.
The regeneration energy does slowly begin to work, though, damage both unseen and visible beginning to repair itself. The blood doesn't go anywhere, she'll still be a mess, but the wound is fixing itself. With great effort, Clara opens her eyes to half-mast; when she sees the Doctor right there, she knows she's safe and lets them close again. She's unaware that she shut down the tower, convinced she failed despite her success. When she tries to speak, her voice is quiet and the tone is apologetic, but the words are mumbled. ]
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The regeneration energy does slowly begin to work, though, damage both unseen and visible beginning to repair itself. The blood doesn't go anywhere, she'll still be a mess, but the wound is fixing itself. With great effort, Clara opens her eyes to half-mast; when she sees the Doctor right there, she knows she's safe and lets them close again. She's unaware that she shut down the tower, convinced she failed despite her success. When she tries to speak, her voice is quiet and the tone is apologetic, but the words are mumbled. ]
...sorry. 'm sorry. I'm sorry, I tried.