Punished Trainer means Good Trainer (for Robin-Hunter)
 

A hard elbow banged the doors straight open, where a rather young boy named Red who used to be in the Smash Bros tournament appeared within the centre. In his arms, he held a bruised but breathing Squirtle whose knocked in unconsciousness. In the boy's eyes, tears were pooling though they were kept to himself in order to not cry. He had to be strong; it wasn't the end of the world. He had his Pokemon pegged plenty of times but this time, it wasn't just a losing battle he had with another. Breathing rapidly, he charged towards the counter where he matched eyes with a tall woman while he maintained his grip on the smaller Water Type.

"Nurse! Please! It's an emergency! I need you to heal my Squirtle! He took a bad tumble and is badly hurt! Can you do it asap?" He was determined to keep his Pokemon safe from harm, so he was lucky to have at least a hospital near his hometown otherwise they would have been too late.

Nurse Joy had been straightening her desk and enjoying a moment of rare peace in the Pokemon Center when a trainer burst through. Though she was younger than one of her many sisters, she had still worked long enough to see the tell-tale signs it was going to be a long afternoon. The boy approached and seemed more frantic with her word, taking in the Pokemon's condition she was lucky she no longer had the ability to feel faint.

"I need you to calm down little guy. " She said noting his eyes looked close to tears."I need a stretcher out her now! I also need everyone available on standby!" She yelled, not taking her own advice. Two Chanseys burst through doors looking frantic and surprisingly quick for their egg shaped bodies. "Place your Squirtle there." She said voice serious as she gather a few supplies from her desk and gesturing to the stretcher. What had this boy done to injury his Pokemon so severely !?

His gaze averted to the pair of Chanseys, who were known for joining the hospital, entered the waiting room with a stretcher. While he was thankful that help came to his side, his concern wasn't decreasing. With a big sigh to at least composure himself, he faced the nurse and then the stretcher, carefully placing the Squirtle on his front, wincing at the Water Type's own. He knew that all the nurses in the world will do everything in their abilities to rejuvenate trainer's Pokemon.

Then he looked up at the nurse with his glimmering eyes, where he tried his utmost best to keep himself from crying as that never solved anything. "P-please do what you can..." he said though not I never a way that it sounded demanding.

Nodding towards her Pokemon assistants, Nurse Joy watched as they took the injured Pokemon from the room, they knew how to begin prep for healing. In the mean time she turned and looked down at young trainer before her.

"We always do." She gestured to a plush waiting room seat for the boy to sit down, while she was sympathetic to the boy. She was also curious as to how the Pokemon had ended up in such a state. For this young trainer's sake, it better have been an ambush of some kind.

Red sniffled up what's left of his tears and cleared his thrown behind his fist. "Thanks." he said, making his way over to the chair of the waiting room, which felt depressing as a few other trainers that recently started their adventures sat alongside him. It made the young man feel slightly worse; these were beginners that have a lot of learn, Red was a Pokemon Master whose been training them for as long as he knew.

Would his Squirtle be okay? He hoped so as this very animal, alongside the Ivysaur and his Charizard, were very close friends of his.

Gazing at the trainer for a moment, Joy almost let her emotions get the best of her. She hated seeing misery in any way. However, she still had a job to do. Trotting away she reached behind her desk to retrieve a clipboard with a form ready at the top, seeing that the boy was in know state for paperwork she decided to focus on the question that she needed for medical purposes and her own curious.

She took a seat right next to the boy, "I need you to explain what happened, go at your on pace, but do not spare any details. Your Squirtle's health is only as good as the information you give me now." She spoke in a serious tone.

An aura of silence occurred in the waiting room with the occasional magazine that main article reads about Professor Oak refusing to retire. Okay, that brought a half-smile for a brief moment. As he stared down at his jean-clad knees, he twiddled his thumbs lightly, before leaning back against the back-rest where his backpack was resting by the chair-leg.

He eventually looked up to match his gaze with the same nurse who called over the assistants. A confused expression crossed his face,... before that turned into one of nervousness. "Wh-what did you want to know?"

Her eyes were dead serious, she picked up on the boy's tone of nervousness. She placed a hand on his knee and leaned in.

"I need you to tell me how your Pokemon became so injured. I'm going to know eventually, but if you tell me sooner I can give your Squirtle much better treatment quicker." She reached into an apron and offered the boy a handkerchief.

Red froze upon her hand on his knee but he didn't question her, thinking this might be a sign of comfort. He looked straight into her eyes with his brown ones blinking. He taken the handkerchief and wiped his eyes, before blowing his nose softly.

Wiping an arm against his eyes, he looked at the nurse and took a deep breath. "Squirtle was injured in a fight... a rough one from what I remember..." he explained to her exactly what happened, from when he only brought the Squirtle to swim in the lake to when he saw a Cloystor...

Squirtle had a hard time winning to put it bluntly.

Rubbing the little trainer's knee she let herself soften slightly, poor thing. She'd spent many at night worrying about such things happening to trainers. They were all so young and bound to make mistakes.

Jotting down notes at each word on her clipboard at a breakneck pace. Nodding for the boy to continue. "Okay, why did you return him to his Poke Ball, did you get attacked as well ? Do only have one Pokemon or do you lack any proper Pokemon storage ? " Nurse Joy asked hoping the boy had a very good excuse for the Squirtle not being in a Poke Ball when he came into the Center.

Red recognised the sign of affection, where he felt tears disappearing but soon nervousness seem to return, though even worse than before. So many questions and yet he had to think up of a good reason why he didn't call off the fight.

"I... it's been so long since I last got into a spar with the Pokemon, so I thought to myself that it was the perfect opportunity to have one. I have other Pokemon, but Squirtle was the only one I brought along. That's it really..."

"You only have one Pokemon with you ?" Nurse Joy removed her at the that declaration. "You're obviously not a beginner or you wouldn't be this far into the region. Young man that's very irresponsible. Also putting your Squirtle out there with not backup was very selfish and dangerous. If you hadn't been near the Poke Center, something worse could have happened. " She said her pen with glare.

Red cringed at the scolding; the nurse was entirely correct. If he wasn't so stubborn then Squirtle wouldn't have been injured and all for what? For some Pokemon? Red should have known better...

He turned his head to the side where he bit his lip tightly. He didn't want to talk anymore...

As the boy turned his head away slightly, Joy returned to her report with a sigh. As she finished she stood up and crossed her arms in front of her sternly. ""What you did young man was very unbecoming of a professional trainer, you put your Pokemon's life at risk to prove something to yourself. I know you didn't mean anything cruel, but there will be consequences."

She marched to the desk and laid her report down picking up a phone to check on the statue of the young boy's Pokemon she sighed she gently when she was informed the water-type was not staple.

Red looked back at her only briefly, before looking down at the floor while his eyes were covered by his brown bangs and cap. He didn't really feel anything but the sheer guilt; a real Pokemon Trainer wouldn't do anything as reckless and stupid as what he's done. It made him think that his title and role were stripped from him.

He eventually watched her stride back to the desk, blinking at her phone conversation. He said nothing but waited... what were those consequences? Was he about to have his Squirtle taken away from him permanently as well as a phone call to Prof. Oak of his mis-use?

What would happen?

"Your Squirtle is stable. Now young man, can you give me your name before continue further?" She said looking at the young man with a stern look on her face.

Stable...? That's a relief to know that his Pokemon was currently alive but what about what's to come afterwards? "R-Red..." no really, that's his name. Just Red. He was called the Pokemon Trainer but it's just Red.

Red.... ? Well that was ironic considering what this boy had likely just earned himself being such a naughty trainer. "Well your Squirtle is not going to out until morning, so I believe you and I need to address some problems. First however, your face is filthy and so are you clothes. " She said gesturing to the boy's outfit up and down.

"We have spare bedrooms in the back like another Poke Center so please come along." She said moving toward door on the far end of the room.

Now, the young teen didn't really have any clue that Nurse Joy was going to use any form of discipline that occurs between a loving mother and a naughty little child. Her declaration for his hygiene really got him confused where his head tilted to the side. "My what now...? They are?" He wasn't paying full attention to down below his head... yipe.

But without hesitation, the trainer slowly got up from his seat and slowly approached the nurse...

Entering a colorful room that was noticeably so even in the dark Nurse Joy turned on the light. It looked to a young child's room, pastels all over, a bookshelf filled with picture books, and to the left of the door a bathroom.

"Go wait for me in bathroom while I get you a pair of pajamas, Red." Nurse Joy said turning to large dresser filled with clothes trainers often borrowed.

Red grown even more confused at the incredibly child-friendly room they were in. Were they in some kind of nursery of some sort? For babies or little Pokemon? Or both? Who was this precisely intended to?

The reluctant Red strides to the bathroom, where he was more addled than he was anxiousness.

Fumbling around the dresser, Nurse Joy sighed to herself. The Poke Center's clothing was heavily reliant on donations so the clothing options were limited. She couldn't very were give the boy something too small. However, in the back of dresser she found something may just a work. A large Pikachu onesie, even she could squeeze into the thing had she need to. Well...if she didn't eat for a mouth.

Walking into the bathroom turned on the facet and ran hot water over a washcloth before taking the boy's face into her palm, "Stay still." She said gently

Red looked from the well-polished sink that had a few toothbrushes laying in each individual glass container, to the empty bath tub and closed toilet. He wondered what was going to occur when the nurse returned, and yet what was she going to make him do? Red thought about a stern lesson verbally or going as far as writing lines.

He turned towards the pinkette nurse and listened, even if his heart was pounding from slight nervousness of her intentions. He stayed still like a statue but stared into her eyes. "Wh-what are you doing...?"

"I'm washing your face, young man. Like I said your absolutely filthy. That's one thing I've always said is the the problem with sending out trainers out so young! You children just run from region to region without the slightest mind to your health or appearance! I've spent so many nights worrying about all the children who have no experience camping who think coming to the Poke Center makes them a bad trainer!" She scolded rubbing the boy's cheeks a little rougher.

She spread the washcloth so she she could cover his into mouth and rubbed it gently. "I brought you something to wear for the rest of your stay. Leave you clothes in that hamper over there." She said going toward the door.

"Ngh...!" One of his eyes closed as his teeth gritted from grimacing at that uncomfortable rough washcloth rubbing against his face. Surely he was old enough at least to wash his own face? He felt more like a child, despite he was on his early ages of being a boy of thirteen. For now, he just stayed there, leaning back slightly as she continued to wash his face... "are we done ye-mph!"

Aw, man that was disgusting! Who knew where this cloth had been? He mumbled when the fabric rubbed against his pair of lips, but he didn't fight back. As she stopped, he wiped his mouth with his elbow and shuddered. What was all that about?

"My clothes...? Rest of the day? Wh-what do you mean, nurse?"

Rubbing her temple Nurse Joy simply had to remember that dealing with children was not always easy. "Listen Red, I'm trying very hard to be patient because I realize what you have just gone through is very traumatic. However, I need you to be a good boy and follow my instructions. Everything I'm doing is for your own benefit. I brought you something to change into, it's very comfy. Now I'm going to let you get dressed." With that she walked back into the pastel children's room and sat on the bed. Hoping the boy would listen to her.

Red listened her explanation without arguing anymore, staying still in his spot as he watched her leave. No words at all but just a rather confused expression plastered on his face. Did she want him to stay the night...? His brain is going to explode... but he would try to decipher the occurance. Sighing, he rubbed his face once more and glanced down at a rather yellow outfit, but if he looked closely.

"Oh wow! A Pikachu onesie!" This time, he wasn't confused but instead thrilled by having an actual onesie based on the most recognised Pokemon! The merchandise really hit the bucket ever since producing toys.

Out he came after viewing himself in the mirror with the hood over his head. "Thanks for the gift, Nurse Joy! It's really dashing! Shows off my figure!"

She pondered getting Red something when she saw how large it was on his "figure", but considering how adorable he looked she let him enjoy himself. "I'm glad you like it Red. Come here, have a seat." Nurse Joy said patting the bedspread beside her. "When was the last time you eaten ?" she asked hoping the boy's answer would be a proper one. She knew that come soon the would likely not be holding her high opinion.

Red still smiled when he made his way over to the pinkette, sitting down next to her with his feet kicking below. The hood had ears on top which stuck out due to extra cotton, stripes were sewn on without any stitch mistakes and even a tail was on the very back... right above the drop seat. He loved wearing onesies when he was a baby and dreamed of wearing them to this day. His mother said she outgrown the outfits but not in Joy's case.

"Last time? I say this morning, I mean. I had a picnic with my Pokemon... before what happened. Why? Is something cooking?"

As the boy sat down next to her Nurse Joy smiled fondly, he looked absolutely adorable. He looked so much younger than the average trainer dressed like that and kicking his feet. Taking Red's hand into her own, and stroking her thumb gently over his knuckle. "Nothing is cooking, but you're hungry I can go get you something from the kitchen." She said

He quirked a brow when the nurse taken his hand and caressed his knuckle, wondering why the small sign of affection delivered to him? She was trying to cheer him? "Can you go get something? Please?" his stomach gave a little rumble of course to emphasise.

"Yes I will." Standing up from the bed, Nurse Joy fidgeted for a moment. "While I'm gone ummm...." Scanning the room full of childish toys her eyes fell upon the shelf of picture books. "Read a story!" Running over she pulled out a book meant for the youngest of toddlers without thinking. On the cover was Jigglypuff holding a microphone and winking at the reader. The title read Jigglypuff's Musical Adventure !!! in bright pink letters. Shoving the book into the boy's arms she quickly scurried out of the room.

Red didn't have any time to see what she thrust straight into his hands, but he looked down to see that it was a book. A book about another recognisable Pokemon... where the target auidience was clearly for younger children. "What is..."

He just opened it...

Rummaging around in the kitchen of the Poke Center, Nurse Joy filled a plate with delicious food. A cheese sandwich, carrots and celery stalks with some potato chips, and three large double chocolate chip cookies. Reaching into the fridge she pulled out of a glass of milk.

Walking back to the room she held out the food with smile. "Eat up!" she said cheerfully. Hoping she had given the boy enough. She was quite grateful that the clinic had wound down early when this boy arrived.

Red looked up from his children's book, which he secretly liked, and saw the plate of smacks prepared for him. "Thanks, Nurse Joy..." he chimed where he reached out and taken the plate, placing it into his lap and began to eat.

Halfway through, he looked up at her. "When do I get to see my Squirtle? I wanna know if he's okay..."

Setting the book to the side and taking a place beside the hungry boy Nurse Joy watched as he ate, content in that she had prepared him a good meal. At his question however she sighed. "Finish eating and than we'll discuss such matters. We have to a have a little talk about proper trainer etiquette before I let you see your Pokemon. "

So, this was what she had planned for him afterwards? A simple conversation about taking your role as trainer seriously, while offering him to stay the night. He was still bewildered by the fluffy atmosphere of this room, which made him wonder whether she had children staying in as well.

So he finished his meal and the plate was placed on a side table.

"Feel better ? "She asked stroking Red's head through the onesie. Reaching over she took the plate and put on the beside table. Next to a large, bright pink hairbrush with stars on on the back. "Red what you put your Pokemon through was very naughty and dangerous." She said sternly a moment later.

Red nodded, as the onesie, his snack as well as the affection managed to slightly brighten up his mood. It diverted his opinion on himself as a horrible trainer, but still some of the guilt maintained in his system. Looking down at his feet which were covered by the pajamas feet, the young teen released a shuddering sigh. "I... I know..." it really made him feel like that Team Rocket organization that used the Pokemon to their advantage and mistreated them like neglected pets withoutva care in the world.

"You seem to care for your Squirtle very much Red, you're just a rowdy boy who got to caught up in a Pokemon Battle. I don't want you to fee as if you're a bad person for what's happened." Nurse Joy said gently cupping the boy's cheek in her hand.