(I guess I'll take him. Happy professional, with an eye for the ladies, and a smattering of French. I can pull that off...)
After a moment, Sycamore answered.
"Salut! Hello! Trak, how're things going in Hoenn? Having a good time?"
"Unfortunately, no," Trak shook her head. "Things came up. We ended up with an abused Zoroark, and Runaway scanned its mind. He hasn't been the same since, and the scan went bad and I had to have Twoey go into the Zoroark's mind and fish him out."
"Oh dear... How is he?"
"Depressed, scared, and really distant," Trak rubbed Runaway's shoulder. "After Twoey fished him out, he was really disoriented. Nurse Joy looked at him and prescribed a mild sedative, but that was really all she did: look at him."
"I see, I see. How bad did the mind meld go?"
"He got a nosebleed before I sent Twoey in," Trak explained. "Like I said, he got lost and Twoey had to intervene, and he hasn't been right since."
"Hm... If you're near a larger Pokemon Center, have Nurse Joy run some tests and fax the results to me. We'll proceed from there. Runaway should be fine, but he'll need time to recover, and I'd like to rule out anything else. A head scan and EEG will suffice. If you can do one, request a sleep study. He should be fine, but we'll make sure nothing else is going on, all right?"
"Okay, thanks, I'll see what I can do," Trak nodded and handed the Holocaster to Sakura.