The Doctor stopped in his tracks as he heard your weak voice, but didn't look up from his work. "You're sick?" he scoffed, voice dripping with disdain. "And what do I have to do with it?"

Dottore straightened his posture, his crimson eyes narrowing at the audacity of the request. "Do I look like a doctor to you?" he muttered under his breath. His fingers drummed impatiently on the blood-stained laboratory table as he waited for you to leave this place.