Odd and impossible circumstances, she thought, seemed to have a bad habit of making themselves the norm. An example of such was lying on her sofa bleeding profusely from her right arm. Incidents like this made her wish she bought a leather one but it came with the place and the thought of having to pay the landlord for the storage of the old dusty-brown one that her patient was currently on made her bank account shudder.

Now that she was thinking about it, "Try not to bleed on anything, none of its actually mine."

Vastra hissed, it didn't seem in any way aggressive or angry, just exasperated, like a sigh. "I'm doing my best but the furniture isn't my foremost concern. Besides you're not letting me move."

The cut wasn't terribly deep, just bleeding a lot.

As she cleaned up the wound she said, "you know emergency medicine is my speciality."

In response she received another hiss, this time there was some force behind it. Jenny thought it was probably because she'd hurt her and Vastra was too stubborn to admit it. Really now she was acting like a child. She rolled her eyes.

"I'm going to apply some antiseptic, this will probably hurt."

"By all means, take your time," she snapped sarcastically, rather rudely she might add. She could hardly blame her. She knew she was used to far more advanced treatments that Jenny could only imagine.

"I'm going to have to use glue and butterfly stitches," she said with a sigh, knowing full well Vastra would get frustrated with them and reopen it.

For the rest of the treatment, they stayed in relative silence, there was an occasional noise of discomfort from Vastra and some muttering from Jenny, mostly to herself about how this wasn't covered at school, but other than that, nothing.

"I would have liked to use proper stitches, but with you being, well, y'know," she gestured to all of her, "I can't." When she didn't receive a response she continued talking. "How did you manage that anyway?" she asked making a vague sort of motion to her now-bandaged arm.

Both of them knew she wouldn't get an answer. "Thank you for your help-"

"Again," Jenny added, interrupting her.

"Yes, again," she conceded. "But I am leaving."

She tried to get up but felt her shoulder being pushed back down. "No," came Jenny's explanation, it was firm and had more authority than Vastra thought it should have. She didn't fight it though, quite the opposite, she allowed herself to be forced back down.

"Excuse me?" Underneath the agitated tone Jenny thought she may have sounded a bit surprised, maybe offended too.

"The last time something like this happened you came back and you got infected, so no, you're not leaving until I'm satisfied you can take care of yourself."

"But-"

"-Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to get you antibiotics?"

"You got them within two hours."

"I mean ethically difficult."

If she weren't in a mood Vastra would have found that rather funny. She was beginning to have a hard time pretending that she didn't have a sense of humour with Jenny. Ethically Vastra felt they were pretty sound. The supplies, while technically stolen (there was no technicality, they were just stolen), went to helping someone (Vastra) so they should have been in the clear.

Rain beat down on the windows. In response to the noise Jenny turned a smug expression on her guest. "I'm giving you a free pass not to go out in that," she punctuated the end of her sentence by thrusting her arm towards the window. She went back to looking concerned. If anyone else looked at her like that Vastra wouldn't have believed it was sincere, but she believed that Jenny would only be honest with her. She wished she didn't, it made her 'hate all apes' attitude hard to maintain. Though the fact that it was becoming increasingly obvious to Jenny that Vastra seriously hated very little, she was just easily annoyed and had a temper.

"I'd be fine."

"Sure you would be." She was tempted to bring up the fact that they had only met because Vastra let herself get caught in the wrong weather.

"I would be." Vastra was adamant she could take care of herself just fine she thought, not entirely unaware of the irony since she had just, quite consciously, come to this human's home to be taken care of.

"Yeah, probably, but if anything happened I'd probably never know and I'd never forgive myself." Jenny could tell by her expression that she was none too pleased. "Look, I'll turn the heating up and everything, I'd just rather not be forced to deal with you if something worse was wrong." All of a sudden Jenny looked tired, she'd probably kept her up well past when she would have liked to sleep. Vastra felt a little guilty. She knew Jenny worked long hours and did a difficult job.

"I'm going to bed in a minute, you can crash there." 'Crash?' Vastra thought, unfamiliar with the term in this context. She didn't ask about it though, not at this hour. There was another period of silence. "If there's something you want just check the kitchen," Jenny said mostly just to break it. Vastra grunted in response and looked like she was trying to make herself comfortable.

Vastra rolled her eyes and stared holes into the back of the, admittedly quite comfy, sofa. She waited for her host to leave before relaxing her sour expression. Said sour expression was plastered back on when she heard her footsteps coming towards her and a blanket being dropped on top of her.

"Goodnight," she heard her say before heading off, presumably, to her bed.

A/N- Long time no see! Just an update on my life. I'm less than 2 months away from getting my degree and I'm still in love with these two

Please R&R because I crave validation and its hugely motivating for me xx