Right. Once everyone in the house is done being twats, new girl excluded, you can come get your monthly check-up and blood test over with.
You too, Jack. I might not need to stitch you, but I still need to do the tests. No, you do not get a lollipop for sitting still.
This place is a bloody nightmare for infection and disease. It's a wonder we haven't all got typhoid or something. And something's gone tits up between Jack and Ianto, which means piss-poor coffee and hissy fits.
Fantastic.