'Ow, ow, ow,ow!' The Doctor exclaimed, hopping on the spot, sucking his finger.
Donna had raced into the library when she had heard him yelp , concerned, now she was witnessing this spectacle, his hair wild as his red converse hit the wooden floor.
'Let me have a look' she offered, and the Doctor held his palm out.
'Oh, its only a paper cut!' Donna sighed. 'I thought you were seriously hurt, the way you were carrying on!'
'It stings Donna, help me!'
'You only need a band aid you big cry baby' she told him firmly, sighing, fetching one .
'Do you want me to kiss it better?' she asked sassing, as she wrapped the band aid around his index finger. He grinned.
'If you want' a bit cheekily.
'How did you get a paper cut in the first place?' she enquired.
'Reading' she knew that tone of voice, when he was about to get caught out.
'Reading what exactly?' she asked curiously.
'Umm… '
'Tell me Spaceman'
'Can I say Donna, its very interesting, it has some really brilliant articles , I never knew you humans could get that amount of gossip from a magazine, Beyonce for instance! But what is with David Beckham stripping down, I don't get why ladies swoon over him...'
'Wait, Doctor, have you been reading my Heat magazine AGAIN! I am telling you for the hundredth time Spaceman, GET YOUR OWN COPY!'