Martha had spent some time reviewing John's medical notes ever since receiving the request, and the doctor was not a happy camper. The medications he was already on, combined with the amount of drinking he seemed to be doing, just by the messages she could see on the boards, could have terrible consequences.
But he had been through a lot. And she was determined to be as gentle as she could be.
That was a very general definition though. Martha Jones, while a compassionate woman, was not a coddling type of doctor. She was blunt and to the point, and did not let her patients get away with much. She was a soldier. For better or worse, that was what the Doctor had made her into, and she had spent her professional career with the most specialized branch of the military. What John would get from her was the truth, as harsh as that might be.
Still, she looked up and smiled as he came in, noting the lack of a limp with an inner approval. At least that was gone, for now.
"John," she stood from her desk, holding out her hand. This time, she didn't correct him with her name. While she was happy to be addressed as 'Martha' any other time, right now she was his doctor and he was her patient and thus they needed to be professional. "Come in, sit down."
Sharp dark eyes took in his every movement, every little twitch and expression his face might give away, missing nothing. "Why don't we start by you telling me more about your medical history? I've read the file, but I'd like to hear it from you."