Zane's cheeks flushed red as she pulled down his boxers. He knew she was just examining a particularly bad bruise, but it didn't make him feel anymore comfortable about it. He winced and hissed from the pain as she pressed down on it. "It hurts, of course" he said bitterly. He gasped when she cupped him, and just tried to stay still as she continued her examination.<br/><br/>He perked up a bit when she started talking, and was relieved to hear that his pokemon were safe. When she told him what he and his pokemon were going to be doing though, he just stared at her in shock. He knew that Team Rocket did some nasty things, but this... this was a new low. He rose to his feet, this time ignoring the pain that shot through his body at the sudden motion. "You're... you're all fucking sick..." Zane couldn't walk though, fortunately for the doctor. He just stood there, glaring at her. "I guess I don't really have much choice though, do I? But I warn you... if you try to do anything to mess with my pokemon, or try to take them from me, I will tear you and this entire place apart." Zane was not one to make idle threats. When he said he would do something, he would do everything in his power to make it happen. Zane slowly sat back down, still glaring at the doctor. "So... when will I get to see my Pokemon?"