"Toes?"

"All there." He gives her a reproachful look but continues on.

"Feet."

"Just the two."

"Ankles?"

"Slim and ladylike." This time, he rolls his eyes.

"Honestly, Rose." He 'tsks' at her, like she's some wayward child. Rose sticks her tongue out at him. He continues on. "Shins?"

"Bruised, no cuts." The Doctor nods, as if to say 'that's more like it'.

"Knees?"

"Just scrapes."

"Quadriceps?"

"Sore."

"Hamstrings."

"Fine."

"Glutes?"

"Looking damn good if ya ask me." His hand freezes, just for a moment, and he smirks.

"Pelvic and genital regions?"

"Doctor!"

"Fine then?"

She glares at him but it doesn't do her any good. He won't move on until she answers. Rose huffs out a quick "yeah" and swings her legs back and forth like a petulant child.

"Good. Abdomen?"

"Toning up nicely, what with all the running and jumping and climbing."

"Back?"

"I think one of them Catermascracher things got me just about my shoulder. It stings a bit."

The Doctor frowns, probably because that isn't even close to the name of the alien race. He makes a note on his chart.

"Fingers?" She wiggles them at him saucily.

"Forearms? Triceps? Biceps?"

Rose flexes both of her arms and gives him a wink and a cheeky smile. "Not bad, yeah?"

He rolls his eyes again. "Arms, good then. Neck?"

"Just the one bruise." She says it as if a full hand print isn't forming around her throat.

"Teeth?"

"Surprisingly clean." When he doesn't say anything, Rose supposes he's given up trying to get serious answers from her.

"Nose? Mouth? Eyes?" He glances up as he asks, scanning her quickly.

"All accounted for."

"Brain and skull?"

"Still a little rattled but I suppose that'll happen when someone tries to strangle you."

She looks down at her fingers, absently wondering if she could do it, squeeze someone so hard that their vision starts to fade. She doesn't think so. Done with her 'am I still human?' check, Rose looks back up in time to see the Doctor shining a much too bright light in her eyes. She flinches away.

He smiles apologetically, although it looks to bit too smug for that to be the right word, and then pockets the tool.

"You should really take these checkups more seriously."

It's Rose's turn to roll her eyes and she adds a pout for good measure. She doesn't care if it's immature; they have been in here forever.

"It's just, it takes so long. Can't we, I don' know, come up with code words or somethin' like that? Maybe we could just figure out what hurts 'stead of going through everythin', yeah?"

"Brilliant!" One of those crazy smiles breaks out across his face, as if it's the best idea he's ever heard.

Rose is just about to start cheering herself on when the smile falls from the Doctor's face.

"As soon as you stop 'forgetting' your injuries."

Great, Rose thinks, so it's this argument again.

He even does the stupid air quotes and everything and she hates him sometimes. Mental sigh because, no she doesn't, not really. Not ever. Though she does have to wonder if every version of him has the ability to be such an arse. She hopes her glare is clearly conveying just what she thinks about this whole thing.

"I don't forget them. It's just, they're not important, is all."

"Comazon 12, broken ankle."

"Barely a sprain..."

"Hemalek, concussion."

"A tiny one."

"Andarian Prime, helium toxicity."

"Oi! How was I supposed to know that was a thing?"

"Knew enough to know you were getting sick." Rose opens her mouth to protest but the Doctor starts rattling off planets like he's reading from the intergalactic periodic table. "Gamek, cracked rib. Selsalon, concussion. Bevard Peninsula, fractured wrist. Tertiary Earth, progressive blindness due to sun poisoning. Green Fields, dislocated shoulder..."

"Okay!" She has the decency to look properly chastised. When he's sure she won't start up again, he peers down the bridge of his glasses at her. "We'll keep doing this until we don't have to." His whole demeanor makes it clear that she's brought this on herself.

"Fine." She folds her hands over her chest but winces when the movement pulls at the gouges on her back. The Doctor's face softens, just a bit, as he leans over her to take a look. He sighs, runs his hand through her hair until it's resting gently on her shoulder.

"Let's get you sorted then."