“Yes….and werewolves, and demons…..and angels.” Johnathon said honestly, gauging her reaction closely. The part about angels, had Vivian catch her breath. “Angels…in London?” She asked incredulously.
“Right under your nose, Miss Westlake.” Johnathon replied, puffing his pipe. Reginald looked to the window, still worried about Josephine, thinking his request for her to live with him had now been rejected. “Right in front of you, Vivian. Johnathon is one. I’m a human like you however, nothing fancy about me. Or…godly.” He muttered.
Vivian laughed, as though they were both telling the funniest joke. “No…no, that’s not possible. The Doctor…does things, God would not approve of.”
Johnathon then looked up at her surprised. What on earth did she mean by that?
“You know…*she then whispered*…the whole treatment for….that.”
Johnathon chuckled and placed his pipe down on a holder on his desk. “Haven’t you heard dear, that when I do THAT, my patients praise God. And I am pretty sure, God…doesn’t mind that a bit.”
“Doctor…there is a young girl in the foyer who has been sent to see you for a check up.” Milly announced, just poking her head through the door, and giving a polite nod to the Doctor’s guests. Johnathon glanced up from his desk and then showed a half smile.
“Good timing, I was just showing Miss Westlake out.”
“You are just trying to get rid of me, before I ask more questions.”
“Absolutely. Reg, why don’t you escort Miss Westlake back to London, I am sure her editor misses her fiercely.”
Reginald chuckled and rose from his seat, placing his bowler hat on his head and then straightening his jacket. He offered his hand to Miss Westlake, but she simply huffed and marched out of the office and past a startled Milly.
“I’ll be back, Johnathon.” Vivian sung out, as she headed to the front door. Reginald shook Johnathon’s hand warmly and went to take his leave, picking up his umbrella from the stand. “Anyone would say you are trying to set me up with Miss Wsstlake. I do like her, but her temper.” Reginald admitted, watching Johnathon as he went to wash his hands before dealing with his new client.
“I rather enjoy her banter. But a woman of her nature can be tamed, my good friend. Why not make that your goal? You could use a woman like that in your life. And she could use a good…” He didn’t need to finish his sentence, as both men found humor in it, since…it was true.
Reginald hurried out after Miss Westlake, who was getting into a black carriage out the front of the Bianchi Manor, while the Doctor came out of his office to greet his new patient.
“Won’t you come this way, Miss?” Johnthon asked, and beackoned her inside his office.
“Let us not worry about things such as payment, Miss. Sorry, I didn’t catch your name. No problems, I shall make note of that on my chart. Now, first we will check your blood pressure, then I am going to conduct a reflex test, followed by a quick eye exam and hearing check. These are probably most important.”
Johnathon placed a tie around the girl’s arm and started to work on getting her blood pressure, trying to be reassuring that he had no intent to hurt her. “Don’t worry, I never laugh at my patients. Well, sometimes when they get my bill later. But seriously, whatever you have on your body makes you unique, and not something that I would find trivial.”
The Doctor then took her temperature, and took notes on his chart, but you could see he had some concern. “Have you been getting enough fruit and vegetables in your diet?” He questioned, and then on checking her arms and legs, he could see how gaunt she was. The girl needed to eat, that was clear, and mal-nourishment, led to all kinds of bacterial infections.
As though an angel was watching over the young lass, Milly knocked on the observation room door, and brought in a tray of foods, and tea for the young girl, setting it down on a small table, and then excusing herself. The maid must have read the Doctor’s mind. He followed through with a reflex test and then asked the girl to sit up and read the eye chart, one hand covering each eye at a time. The last test was a hearing test, using his fingers, snapping them at each ear, and then watching her reactions.
He then stood back and went to wash his hands.
“I suggest you take the tray and follow through to my office, and I can give you my recommendations. You are seriously under nourished, and this meal, though small is a good start. Do you have a boarding accommodation, or a place to stay, before you find a suitable job?”
“So you are a hermaphrodite. Interesting. I do believe I have only met one other before you, and she worked at the Bizarre Circus troupe, though…I am not sure if she still does.” The Doctor didn’t think that this condition should truly label her as a freak, for no one is truly perfect. He eased back in his chair and thought a moment. “Jobs suited to you, may well be a maid, or…caregiver, possibly a nanny. Course you need training. The boarding house of Miss Winifred should be able to help you there.” The Doctor said. He took out Winnie’s card and handed it to the young girl.
“She is a very warm and generous woman, but she is also a no nonsense one. I would hate to be on her bad side. I suggest seeing her, she is much better at helping place women in an occupation, than I.”
The Doctor noted her appetite, and this was a good sign. Cookie always did put on such a nice supper. Vivian offered to come work with the Miss to make a grand feast, and this was welcomed. “If Cookie is willing to let you work along side her, than I am sure that would be a joyous occasion.” The Doctor took up his pipe and struck a match to light the tobacco, when the young lady asked.
“Doctor, is there anything else I should know before I go”
“Hmm…remember your manners, and Miss Winifred tends to be a bit overly inquisitive. Don’t be surprised if her and Henrietta try to set you up with the local dandy. They are matchmakers, the pair of them. I always can feel their stare in the back of my head, plotting to marry me off to the latest widow. Annoying sometimes, for I have just lost my wife recently, and the last thing I wish to do is remarry.” He spoke of this with a touch of sadness in his voice, before realizing his gaff, and then smiling as though he wished to mask what he had just felt.
“I am sure you will do well in her care. Especially since I have offered my recommendation and a clean bill of health. Just keep up with the good diet, and you will be fine.”