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Author's Note: This is the shortest one shot I will ever write, I promise. It was just so stuck in my head I had to get it out.
Paper Cut
I was sitting at the small round table in the TARDIS kitchen drinking a cup of tea when I heard the Doctor yell from the library.
"Ow! Sweet Rassilon, ow!"
As fast as I possibly could I jumped up and shot down the corridor. I heard the mug I was drinking from hit the floor and shatter on the ground behind me, oh well. Two situations were the most prominent of all the thousands running through my head, either a book case could have fallen on him, or maybe one of those big ladders we used to get books from the high shelves. I burst into the room and saw him with his back to the door holding his right hand.
"Doctor, what happened? You hurt?" he turned around to face me.
"Paper cut." Sometimes he was the most impossible man in the universe.