Seth is writhing in pain in front of Betamon. His body, already battered and bruised from the fall, is now sprawled out on a facsimile of a medical table, strapped down, equipment scattered around that makes Betamon want to hide somewhere far, far away and take Seth with him. He's been left in a corner of the room, Docmon clearly not interested in him as he begins to experiment on Seth, strange medical things that only seem to make his partner hurt more, not less.

Every question, every attempt to stop him, all are ignored as Docmon continues breezing around the room, looking for new ways to torment Seth, to make things worse for him, his agony spreading up his spine, throughout his brain, everything. Whatever he's doing to Seth, Betamon has never heard his partner scream like this, beg and plead and gasp for air until his body is slumped against the table, perhaps once more unconscious.

Betamon closes his eyes and hopes for a way for them to be spared, something to come rescue them. "Please," he begs. "Anyone..." He wonders how far away they are from the Smackdown group now, his body trembling slightly. "Please. Nakamura, I'd even take Ziggler now. Someone, find us."

He looks up at the only part he can really see of Seth- one of his hands hanging slightly over the bed, fingers trembling nonstop. He wishes he were tall enough to reach out, take that hand, squeeze it gently. Confirm to his partner that, even despite what's going on that he can't stop, he's here and won't ever be going anywhere. A hefty promise, but one he thinks Seth should be able to hear, should deserve to hear.

Betamon is well aware of Seth's trust issues. Partially self-caused, partially not. He's betrayed and been betrayed multiple times in his career, left behind, injured and forgotten about, and Betamon hurts to know that, while Digimon partners will never, ever leave their human, perhaps Seth is unaware, in so much pain that he wouldn't know otherwise anyway. "Seth," he whimpers, tears pouring down his face.

Docmon starts to approach again and Betamon holds his breath, shaking his head. Not again, he thinks. Not this soon. Please...

Seth's head twists on the pillow and Betamon watches, wondering if he hears the nearing sounds as well. Seth whimpers softly, and then breathes out, "Betamon..."

"I'm here, Seth," Betamon says desperately, pressing as close to the table as he can, hoping to be heard. "I'm not going anywere. You're not alone. I swear."

Seth's hand trembles harder and Betamon hears him release a sob. "I know."

Betamon's eyes slip closed as he leans his forehead against the cold, unforgiving plastic keeping him from comforting his partner. Bittersweet emotions wash over him as he murmurs as soothingly as he can, Docmon entering with a smug smirk on his face a few moments later.

"Are we ready to get back to work?" he asks, not waiting for an answer as he approaches Seth's table once more, his grin deranged as he leers down at Seth's prone form. "Let's see what your body will reveal to me now."