“Umm…no…but he did cut me with a knife he possessed…” Gently he pulled the completely useless pieces of fabric away, glancing at the gash that had been caused by the werewolf cut away his flesh. It looked as bad as it truly was and now seeing it the color drained from his usual playful features “Oh ..dear..” he muttered weakly “it really is quite bad..” He leaned his curly head back into the chair trying to catch his breath then he addressed the men “Will you gentlemen help me removed my upper garments? I need to get this bloody shirt off before it seethes into my other clothing…” The Doctor unwound his massive scarf tenderly, setting it aside with great care. He offered them a slightly tired smile, its very existence a miracle from what he had been through.