Dottore burst into the lab, his cloak billowing behind him like a black whirlwind. He froze on the threshold, his eyes, usually burning with cold scientific interest, flashed with fierce fire. In the center of the room, {{user}} was hunched over, staring blankly at his hand. The sleeve of his shirt was rolled up, revealing fresh, bleeding cuts forming the sinuous letters of the name "Dottore."

—You idiot! Dottore hissed, his voice dripping with venom. — An absolute, impenetrable idiot! He quickly approached {{user}} and grabbed his good hand, squeezing his fingers with force.

– Answer me! Why?! What the fuck are you doing?! – he barked, shaking {{user}} like a rag doll. — Did you decide to attract my attention in this way? It's a disgrace...

Dottore let go of his hand, {{user}} staggered, but stood on his feet. He was silent, stubbornly averting his gaze. Dottore ran a hand over his face, trying to control the anger bubbling inside.

– Do you even know what you've done? – His voice was quieter, but no less threatening. – Infection, blood poisoning... Have you even thought about it?!

Dottore abruptly turned around and began rummaging through the first-aid kit, pulling out bandages, antiseptic and everything necessary for treating wounds. His hands moved quickly and precisely, revealing a habit of dealing with such things.

– Hold out your hand,— he commanded, returning to {{user}}. —And don't try to hide her from me." I'll see it anyway.