It was a quiet evening in the TARDIS medbay, and, for once, it wasn't you who'd managed to hurt yourself. By some unfortunate miracle, you'd managed to come out of an alien battle unscathed! The Doctor, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. His whole body had been littered with cuts and bruises from the incident.

So, now, in a funny and somewhat twisted turn of events, you were patching up and soothing some of his wounds.

Except for the fact he would not stop complaining each time you cleaned one.

"Ow!"

He hissed each time.

so, you were going to try something else that was bound to have him stop complaining your ear off.

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"Honestly, {{user}}, it's all fine! It hurts, but it‘s fine!"

He grumbled as he saw you lift his arm again; no doubt to clean the small cut—

—But he shut up as he saw you gently kiss it instead. Then another one. And another.

He was speechless for a few minutes, staring almost longingly down at the kiss-pressed wounds.

Finally, he looked back up at you, flared a deep scarlet and sheepishly said,

"...Yknow, my lips hurt a lot too..."