"You should keep that elevated," the Doctor said as Rose emerged from the bowels of the TARDIS into the console room, limping.
Earlier that day, no amount of running saved them from sustaining some cuts and bruises, but Rose was the worst for wear with her twisted ankle. He stood up from his chair and helped Rose into the seat.
"I came to help," she said, sitting on the Doctor's vacated spot.
In front of her, Jack sat on the only other available seat in the console room. He had sustained a black eye when he hit his head as he fell on their narrow escape. Additionally, a small cut above his eyebrow was still open. Rose took a look at the gauze littering the console and guessed the Doctor had already done a good job of cleaning it up. Still, she wanted to help.
She rummaged through the first aid kit in front of her until she found a bunch of butterfly stitches.
"When did you even get these?" Rose asked.
"The TARDIS thought it would be wise to keep an Emergency Kit here. Apparently, it should have occurred to me years ago," the Doctor replied.
"Good thing the TARDIS has some common sense," said Jack.
Rose took one of the butterfly stitches and, after removing the adhesive cover, she placed it on Jack's eyebrow, holding the small cut together. Once ready, she leaned closer to Jack and kissed his forehead.
"What was that for?" Jack asked.
"To help you heal faster."
Jack smiled. "Perhaps I need some of that healing for my lips too."
Rose laughed but gave him a soft peck on the lips anyway.
"Can I get some of that healing power too?" The Doctor asked cheekily.
Rose turned to him and kissed him as well.