"Of course I'm injecting you," the Doctor said. "It tastes terrible. Trust me."

Don't ask where he had the time to give it a thorough taste-testing. The Doctor reached out to take her hand in his, his grip gentle as he turned her arm and looked for a good point to go sticking it in.

"The median cubital vein will do." He'd like to say the needle is clean, but there wasn't much to sterilize it aside from giving it a pass with the sonic. Besides, he suspected that at this point, sterilization was the least of their worries, what with the future escape and trying not to get pulled in with the fleet once they actually try to activate those time engines.