The Doctor rushed around the console, pressing buttons and flipping switches. Harry stood a few feet away, watching him run about like a madman.
"Now Harry make sure to hold on!" The Doctor commanded.
"Hold on to what?!" Harry asked.
"Anything!"
After his small warning-and without any time for Harry to actually hold on to anything-the Doctor hit the button. The Tardis went flying, violently throwing the defenseless Harry straight into the console. As his head collided with the machine a sharp pain rushed through his body. As the Tardis stopped shaking, he fell to the floor and clutched his now split open forehead. The Doctor, now noticing his companion wincing on the floor, walked over and kneeled down next to him.
"Are you alright, Harry?" the Doctor asked.
"What do you think?" Harry replied.
"I told you to hold on to something you imbecile!"
The Doctor sighed.
"Stay there. I'll go fetch a medkit." The Doctor said as he stood up.
He walked out of the room. Harry sat there for a minute or two, not noticing the blood dripping down his face. The Doctor walked back into the room, now holding a small white box. He kneeled down next to Harry again and opened the newly acquired box. It was filled with many different medical supplies, some of which Harry had never seen before. Perhaps they were...alien? Whatever the case, the Doctor picked up one of the instruments with the confidence that told Harry he knew what he was doing.
"Harry, take your hand off the wound." The Doctor ordered.
Harry did so. He looked down at his hand, which was practically completely red with blood. He tried to wipe it off on his pants, but he only ended up staining his clothes.
"Now stay still." The Doctor said.
Again, Harry complied. The Doctor lead the machine around the edge of Harry's wound, as if he was scanning it. The Doctor looked at the small machine and it seemed like it told him everything he needed to know, as he picked up a small piece of cloth and dipped it into some type of solution. The Doctor gently tapped it on the wound. Whatever solution the Doctor had put on the rag stung the open wound, making Harry wince. After the Doctor had finished that step, he put away the rag and took out a bandage. He began wrapping it around Harry's wound.
"Ow! Not so tight! What are you trying to do cut off my circulation?!" Harry yelled.
"Yes, yes. My apologies." The Doctor said.
The Doctor wrapped the bandage around Harry's wound again, this time less tight.
"There. All done." The Doctor stood up, "Oh, and go wipe your face off will you?"
Harry cautiously stood up, using the Tardis console to stabilize himself.
"Alright, Doctor." Harry said.
"And go get some rest too. You seem awfully disoriented." The Doctor said, turning his attention to the console rather than the man he was speaking to.
Harry was taken aback by the Doctor's seeming show of compassion.
"Oh, uh, of course." Harry stammered, "See you later, Doctor."
He walked out of the console room. The Doctor let out a sigh of relief. Finally, that imbecile wasn't bothering him anymore…