Disclaimer: As much as I love Detective Conan, I do not own it…Drat.

Chapter Three: Jimmy's POV (again)

The next morning was Saturday morning, so I had no school. (Random monotone voice says "Yay!") But considering that without my glasses I couldn't see a single thing now I had to make a trip to the eye doctor. (Random monotone voice says "Boo!")

Going to the doctor is never a fun thing to do, but even worse when you are a little kid and you have vision as bad as mine is now. They do all these tests just to prove nothing is wrong with you.

One of the tests that the doctors did on me was to see if I had this thing called juvenile glaucoma.

Basically to avoid a long, long explanation the doctor thought that I had a thing that with out treatment could leave me blind. Major suckage.

One of the tests that the doctor did involved dilating my pupils and let me tell that is NOT a pleasant thing to have to go through and act like a child. Basically there was a lot of screaming and crying on my part. The poor doctor, I think that he is going to need hearing aids after that one.

Here is the basic gist of it…

"Rachel, please please please don't let them put those drops in my eyes. Please!" I said. I know what dilated means and I don't want my eyes dilated.

"Conan, don't worry I'll be right here. The doctors have to do this," Rachel said.

"Will it hurt?" I asked.

"It may sting a little bit but not to worry the stinging sensation will go away soon enough," the doctor replied as he put the dilating solution in my eyes.

The doctor was right, it didn't sting much (at first anyway). Then the doctor turned on his little flashlight and shined it in my eyes. That was too much pain for me.

"AAAARRRRGGGG. MAKE IT STOP," I screamed, eyes watering. My eyes felt like they were about to explode. "PLEASE STOP TORTURING ME!"

"Oh please, it cant be that bad," Richard stated.

"YES IT IS," I screamed back.

That went on for a while, Richard saying that it can't hurt to much, but he obviously hadn't ever had to have his pupils dilated, and me screaming at every one around me.

As soon as he was done with the exam, Rachel handed me her sunglasses. Actually it was more like she put them on me without my knowledge. That helped a little I guess. My eyes still hurt really badly but at least they were shielded from the light.

"Well Mr. Edogawa, the good news is that you don't have glaucoma. But, because you have to have bifocals in order to read, we won't be able to get your new glasses to you for another eight to ten days. I'm sorry," the doctor said.

You know I really hate the fact that almost all doctors tell you the good news first then overshadow it with bad news.

"Well what is Conan going to do in the mean time. He already told us that he doesn't have a spare pair," Rachel said.

"How am I suppose to know. I just order the glasses, give the diagnoses, and look at the back of people's eyes. I don't tell them what they are suppose to do at a time like this," that stupid doctor said.

Richard wasn't arguing with the doctor about the price of the glasses (they were going to cost $450.00) or step in to complain because the doctor was an attractive girl. That goon.

We (Rachel and I) finally snapped Richard out of his reverie and we said our good byes and thank yous. But apparently we couldn't escape from the usual complaining.

"Why did you have to break your glasses anyway. I wouldn't be complaining if you had done something cheap like rip your pants. But no you had to break you glasses. Honestly if you were Bonk hey what was that for?" Richard complained in his annoying manner. (The bonk was Rachel hitting him on the head).

"If you don't stop complaining I won't make you any dinner tonight," Rachel said.

She gets scary when she's mad. But if anything that shut him up.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

For the rest of the day I just kind of sulked around because I nothing to do. I couldn't read, I couldn't watch TV, and I couldn't find the soccer ball so that I could kick that around.

Basically I didn't and couldn't do anything. Plus my eyes still hurt beyond belief. I never want to go to the eye doctor again.

Eventually I got so bored that I asked Rachel to read to me. Of course she didn't want to read a detective story to me because she thought that they would be far to mature for me. Well Rachel if only you knew who I really am then you'd know how mature I am.

Anyways, after sitting through "The Little Engine That Could" and trying to look interested I still didn't have a single thing to do other than take a nap.

Ahh wonderful glorious naps. They make time go by so much faster.

"DING DONG!"

Crud as soon as I am about to fall asleep the door bell rings. I just hope it isn't the Junior Detective League.

"Hello Miss Rachel, can Conan play?"

I suppose I spoke way to soon.

"I'm sorry kids. Conan just laid down for a nap," Rachel said. That girl is my savior and as soon as I get back to my regular seventeen year old self I am going to treat her to whatever she wants, even if that means that I won't be allowed to talk detective stuff for a day.

"Is he not feeling well?" asked Mitch.

"Well we just got back from the eye doctors so his eyes are probably still hurting," Rachel said.

"Okay we'll just say hi to him then," Amy said.

NOOOOO. Keep them away from me.

"HHIII-YYYAAA CONAN," squealed the Junior Detective League.

"Oh go away," I said. "I just want to sleep."

"Oh Conan stop being mean. We just wanted to say hi," Amy said.

"Yeah Conan don't be so mean to Amy," George said clenching his fists as if to reiterate what he would do if I wasn't going to be nice.

I decided that closing my eyes would probably help them get a clue. It worked and they left with George muttering something about me being a party pooper.

Too bad George. I like being alone when my head hurts and this time it wasn't just my head, it was my eyes as well.

Finally nap time.

A/n.: Yay, longest chapter ever! Sorry for the long wait on the update. I just got a job and my work time has been taking away from my computer time. Life sucks in that aspect. I'm getting paid like minimum wage and I still am trying to save up for this English saddle for the horse that I ride and that is freaking expensive. Also don't expect to see anything from me for the next two weeks 'cause I'm going on vacation. TTFN!