The Doctor was chewing on a yellow jellybaby when heard another voice near him though he didn’t seeming to be talking to him. Actually he was talking to himself. Most people would have thought him strange but not the Doctor he had a habit of doing the same, with that you where guarantee quality conversation well at least the Doctor thought so. The Time Lord studied this human curiously though that turned to concern when he took note of the bandage, he was injured “Are you alright dear chap?” he asked in his deeply English accent voice.
The Doctor was already moving closer to the wounded doctor inspecting the seeping injury “It looks as if someone has gone and made things rather difficult for you….” He said gesturing to the bandage “You’re going to need a fresh dressing for that…” Gently he lifted his hands to show him that he had nothing in his hands to harm him and that he was no threat “Don’t worry I won’t harm you” He offered him a brief smile before lowering his attention back to the pink stained bandage “You should come with me…tend to that wound…I surely wouldn’t like you to bleed to death right here in the street” Again he smiled up at him, a bright comforting manner “I’m the Doctor.”