Martha Jones strolled into the clinic in her clean scrubs, ready for her next patient. She’d taken care of all sorts, but even for her, Ursula was an unusual case. She was human, for a change, but she was also a bit of pavement. It wasn’t Martha’s job to judge, though, nor would she ever even consider doing so. No, it was her job to help her patients as best as she could, and that was what she loved most of all.
“Hello, Ursula,” she said, picking up a clipboard. “How are you feeling today?”
Ursula glanced up at Martha. She was propped up comfortably on a chair.
“Oh, mostly the same,” she answered, calmly but with a slight tinge of regret. “It’s actually very peaceful. I’m just sick of being stuck in one place.”
“Well, glad we can help sort that out at least, then,” Martha replied. “So, do you want the wheelchair to be controlled by voice or by your eyes?”
“Can we try eye control?” Ursula asked. “Elton’s already set up most of the house to work by voice, and I don’t want to accidentally turn on the telly when I’m trying to move about.”
Martha nodded. “Well then,” she began, motioning towards the doorway, “would you like to try it out now?” Her husband, Mickey Smith, pushed in a brand new wheelchair, state of the art and ready for use. It hadn’t been easy raising the funds to buy all the equipment she needed, but her UNIT connections had proved very helpful.
Ursula gasped. She’d known Martha was good, but she hadn’t expected her to work that quickly. “Yes,” she exclaimed happily. “Thank you, yes!”
Martha smiled as Mickey gently picked her up, showing Ursula the basic controls. Nothing ever made her quite as happy as the happiness of a patient. She’d always wanted to become a Doctor to help people, and now she was finally making that dream a reality.