(gentle music)
(panting)
- Somebody, please help.
My Charmander is hurt real bad.
- My goodness, he sure looks banged up.
Dr. Chancy.
- Chancy.
- Don't worry, your Pokemon will be fighting fit
in no time.
- Move it people we're losing him.
I need 50 CCs of hyperposin stat!
- On it Dr. Chancy!
- Don't you die on me you firey (beep)
(yelling)
(gentle music)
(Nurse laughs)
- Doctor, he's not responding!
And his internal temperature
is down to 550 degrees celsius!
- Damn it!
That's practically freezing for a Charmander.
Prepare for operation.
I need to scrub up!
- I got you Dr. Chancy!
Whoa!
Oh no!
- What the (beep).
(gentle music)
- Clear!
(beep)
Clear!
(beep) You Arceus, you're not getting this one today!
Clear damn it!
(heart monitor drones)
(grunts)
Time of death 3:28 pm.
- I'm sorry Doc.
I don't know what happened.
- Oh I know what happened.
You just lost your (beep) job!
Get out of my OR!
Now!
Someone hold me back, I'm gonna murder this (beep)!
- Should I inform the trainer, doctor?
- You mean tell that poor kid out there
that his best friend in the whole world is gone forever?
No, the truth of what happened stays here
with us and us alone.
You see, as doctors,
our job isn't just to heal Pokemon.
We're the last line of defense
against the cold harsh truths of this world.
If people really knew what went on,
it would break them.
But not us, it's our purpose to carry that burden.
Ours alone.
- So what are you going to do?
(dramatic music)
- Whatever I have to.
(gentle music)
(owner humming)
(doctor yelling)
I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
Shh, it's almost over.
(Pokeball beeping)
- Here you are!
Good as new!
- Wow, I don't believe it!
Whoa, he's an even higher level than when I brought him in!
And he learned new moves.
And he's, a she?
- Yup, that happens sometimes.
- Thanks, Nurse Joy!
- Oh, don't thank me, thank Dr. Chancy.
- Chancy, Chancy!
(owner laughs)
- [Owner] Oh, Charmander, stop!
- (beep) Chancy.
(upbeat music)