"AHHHH!!!" Brock screamed, springing out of the water with blood running down his face. Everyone looked at him in disbelief.

"Brock!" shouted Ash, "I'll call the ambulence!" and he dialed 911 on his cell phone.

They arrived shortly, and whisked Brock off to the hospital.

Later, Brock woke up. Or atleast he thought he did. "huh?" he asked, "Where am I?"

"You're at Seafoam General Hospital," answered Misty.

"Wha? Where are you?!" asked Brock.

"I'm right here," answered Misty.

"I can't see you! I can't see anyone!" Brock shouted.

"That's because your eyes got poked out with some surfboards," answered Misty.

"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed Brock, "MY EYES! MY EYES!"

Then Nurse Joy walked in.

"Hello" she said.

Brock sighed.

"Hello, Nurse Joy," he said glumly.

"Well, if it isn't Mr. I'm-too-good-to-talk-to-ugly girls" Nurse Joy commented when she saw Brock.

"How do you know who I am?" asked Brock.

"My sister at the pokemon center told me all about you, and how you were so rude to her," Joy explained, "she may have let you get away with it, but I don't take any crap from patients. One nasty comment and out the door you go."

Brock sat in silence as Nurse Joy proceeded to fluff his pillow and clean up the room.

2 days later, Brock was released from the hospital. His eye sockets had closed up into little slits, and he couldn't see a thing.

"This sucks," he commented as he walked down the road with Ash and Misty, "now I can't check out hot girls."

"I feel for ya, buddy," replied Ash.

Misty growled.

"Well I for one think this is an opportunity for Brock to see the true beauty of things," she said.

"I have no eyes, dumbass," snapped Brock.

Misty scowled at him.

"I meant you could really notice the best things in life, what you can't see with your eyes," she told him.

"You're an idiot," Brock returned.

So they walked down the road a little while, and came to a Pokemon Center.

"Let's just stop here for a second, I need to use the ladie's room," said Misty.

So they went into the Pokemon Center. Misty walked to the ladie's bathroom.

"I gotta go to," said Brock. So he went down the hall to the men's room.

As he sat there in the stall, he heard an eerie voice coming from the next stall.

"Can you see inner beauty?" the voice asked. Brock remained silent.

"Do you notice what the eyes can't see?" it asked again. Brock pretended to pull down some toilet paper and not hear the voice.

"Is it true? That true beauty lies within one's soul? And that physical beauty is nothing," the voice boomed.

"Alright Misty, its not funny," said Brock. "What are you doing in here, anyway?"

"I'm not Misty," the voice replied.

"You sound like Misty," answered Brock.

"No I don't," said the voice. "Go forth and judge people's true beauty," it said.

"Make me," Brock shot. But the voice never replied.