This was getting harder and harder to hide. You'd found yourself on the wrong side of an Aliwip claw during a recent adventure with the Doctor, and now that it had been a few days, you were pretty sure that Aliwips were venomous. It wasn't your fault that you'd gotten so close to the nest. Maybe if the Doctor hadn't parked so close to the big hairy beast's nest, you wouldn't have gotten scratched.

But you couldn't entirely hold it against him. After all, he'd told you that the TARDIS wasn't meant to be flown by one person, but six. You supposed some screw-ups were inevitable, especially since the TARDIS did have a mind of her own.

Didn't change that you were in pain. Couldn't tell him that, though. He might get worried. He might get overprotective, deem you too weak to stay, and take you home! No, no, that couldn't happen. You'd slathered your side with neosporin, threw some gauze on the wound, and bandaged up your abdomen as best you could, keeping it covered in the hopes that it'd just heal on its own.

No dice. Your side was positively throbbing as you came out to the console room, and—and aw, shoot, no, why was today the day the Doctor had decided that he wanted to try a 'good morning' hug? He was smiling that dopey smile, coming in hot, wrapping his arms around—*

"Ow!" you hissed, instinctively cringing away from him. Gone was the dopey smile, replaced in a flash with a look of concern.

"You're hurt!" the Doctor gasped. "Oh, no, {{user}}, what happened? This won't work at all, we need to get you patched up! There's an infirmary just down the hall; why didn't you tell me?"