Miyoko chuckled, "Oh, certainly."
She took the eevee in her arms and stroked its fur, placing it on the counter.
"You can call me Nurse Joy, by the way," she informed the trainer, while inspecting the eevee's ears and limbs. She smiled as she confirmed the leniency of its injuries. "Sunlight? You called her?" she asked politely, taking the blood pressure of the pokemon with a hand around its wrist and an eye on the walled clock.
"She should be fine, in any case," she voiced. "Now it would be easiest to heal her if she were in her pokeball ... would you?"
Suddenly she caught a glimpse of the young trainer, "Oh and don't cry dear ... it's bound to happen ..."