"Well, the place is still standing, so that's a good sign," Quickie nodded slowly. "And they let him see his clones, so that probably helps, so long as they're not actively messing with them in front of him." She dropped her gaze to her sketchbook and resumed drawing. "Jenny told me that if we win, we're most likely going to have to leave Kanto." She shrugged. "That's fine. We'll head to Hoenn, settle there, and I'll go back to graphic design. Perhaps go back to school, get into psychology or finish up my nursing degree. Kind of left that one hanging, as it started to get in the way of work."
After a while, Yeung finished his phone call and returned, noting that Joe had left and James had returned. "Ah, good, you're back," he smiled. "This is going to be a tough one, as lumbar punctures are never pleasant. There are also two ways we can do this, once Mewtwo's returned," he busied himself with getting antiseptic, a local anesthetic, and the spinal needle, "it can sit up and lean over on a table, or it can lay on its side. The latter would be better, as I'd have better access to the lumbar region, and it can go straight to a supine position to minimize the post-spinal headache." He glanced at James. "Talk to it and keep it calm. Even with the anesthetic, it's going to feel some discomfort."
A few minutes later, Mewtwo was returned to the room and directed to lay on the exam table. His eyes were half-closed, due to the dilating drops, and he shielded them with one hand. Carefully moving, as everything was a bright blur, he did as he was told and moved his squinting gaze to Ryuta and James. "What now?"
At the door, the other scientist handed Yeung a folded washcloth. "Here, put this over its eyes, help minimize the glare."
Yeung took the washcloth and covered Mewtwo's eyes. "Just relax, just doing one more test." He stepped behind Mewtwo and positioned himself at the clone's lower back. "Pull your knees to your chest, and move your tail forward as far as it will go, please. Hold that position and try not to move." He clicked on a shaver and shaved off a patch of fur, then began to smear on a thick layer of antiseptic.
The washcloth over his eyes may have blocked out the glaring room lights, but it certainly didn't make him feel any better. "What is happening?"