You and the Master rushed back into the TARDIS, the door immediately slamming shut to protect you from the horde of aliens chasing you. You hadn’t noticed something was wrong with the Master until you looked over at him as he leans against the console, clutching his upper arm. Before you can ask what’s wrong, he interrupts you.

“I’m fine, {{user}}. A bullet grazed me, that’s all.”

He hisses through his teeth, and you can see the blood starting to stain his hand and hoodie.