[He has enough time to strip the Doctor, clean the blood off of him, and dress him in pajamas before she gets there. The wounds still look bad, but they're healing despite the lifelessless of the man. The Master's still in his bloodstained shirt, however, when he hears the knock downstairs. Whatever. He pulls the blankets up to the Doctor's shoulders before going to answer the door.]
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Juliet. Apologies, I've yet to clean up myself.