The Apprentice | Kitty & Vince
It wasn’t often there was a slow afternoon in the clinic, which meant most of any learning he could offer to his assistant was practical and totally hands on. Depending on who you asked this could be a negative or a positive, the latter tended to be amongst fellow ripperdocs who tended to learn the trade via another rather than traditional education. Vincent however, had come from a traditional background and so whenever he could he’d squeeze in a lesson or two. Vince swiped the tablet so it projected onto the bare wall opposite them, the patient files of Sara Green laid bare, she’d come to Vince a few months ago with severe abdomen pain. He handed the tablet over to her so she could swipe through the initial notes, he’d been careful to remove the end diagnosis and treatment saving that for later. The projection wavered, the tablet was old and a little archaic in comparison to what you could buy nowadays but Vince didn’t like spending money frivolously. If he could get something second hand he would, spend his money elsewhere or poignantly on another.
“Here,” he said softly. “This is Sara, feel free to go through all of the notes and her scans,” he flicked through the pages to show the CT scans he’d taken, “give me your diagnosis and proposed treatment plan.” It wasn’t a complicated case, a rather straight forward one in-fact of appendicitis and he didn’t doubt it wouldn’t take Kitty long to suss it out. Still, it was good practice and there were a few other cases that he’d prepared for her to look over afterwards if they had time. Vince leaned back into his seat and reached for his cup, the light scent of earl grey calming even here within the clinic which resembled his home so closely it was hard not to be relaxed. The only difference to the downstairs and the upstairs, his private living quarters, was that down here the rooms were full of machines that beeped and blinked incessantly. He offered Kitty a warm if a little tired smile, if the afternoon had been slow the morning had been chaotic and tiring. Still Vince was nothing sort of amiable.
That and it was awfully easy to be pleasant in her company, more so than perhaps anyone else, he was glad it had been her to answer his advertisement and he was glad he’d gotten the chance to know her. He had come to think of her as a close friend, liked their time spent together even if most of it was busy working, he hoped to change that. To spend more time together, if Kitty wished so, to get to know her better. He had thought of asking her but somehow something always cropped up, a patient or a phone call for either of them. “So what do you think Kitty?”
