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I walk down the stairs and Aunt May is making lunch. "Hey, Aunt May, smells good. What are you making?"

"Oh, Peter! You startled me. I'm glad you're awake. We were getting so worried about you. Your uncle and I took the rest of the week off. I'm making tacos for lunch. Why don't you go sit down at the table with Ben and I'll be out with lunch in a bit."

"Okay, Aunt May. I love you."

"Love you, too, Peter."

I walk into the dining room and see Uncle Ben reading the paper. I sit down at the table and wait for Aunt May to come in. She comes in a few minutes later and sets lunch in front of us. Uncle Ben puts down his paper and we start eating.

"So, Pete, I'm glad you're feeling better, but are you sure you're one hundred percent?" Uncle Ben asks me.

"Yes, Uncle Ben, I feel fine. I should be good to go back to school tomorrow, even. Although-"

"I don't know, Peter," Aunt May cuts me off. "Maybe you should stay home, just in case.

"You might be right Aunt May. I think I need my eyes checked. I think they might be getting worse. I'm wearing my glasses, but everything is still a little blurry. I should probably stay home from school so I can go to the eye doctor tomorrow. I'll call Ned when he gets out of school to let him know."

"Okay, Peter. Why don't you go get your bedding for me so I can wash it while Ben calls to make your appointment."

I head up the stairs and strip my bed of its blankets and sheets. I go to change my clothes since I've been wearing them for a couple days on top of being sick in them when I remember the spider that bit me at OsCorp. I reach into my pocket and find that it's still there. I take it out and start to examine it.

It looks weird. It seems like it could be a combination of a jumping spider, a widow spider, and a little bit of a tarantula. I look a little closer and I see what could be some other breeds I don't recognize. What did they do to it? On top of that it is colored a red and blue. I've never seen a spider like this before. Maybe it's one of the spiders they were experimenting on. But how could it have escaped? I wonder what they were doing to the spiders? Wait. They were experimenting on these spiders, doing who knows what, and one of them bit me! Oh, gosh. No wonder I got sick. Who knows what that spider injected into me. At least it's passed and whatever was in my system should be gone now. I finish getting ready and head down the stairs with my bedding.

"It took you long enough. What were you doing up there?" Aunt May asks me. "No, wait. I don't know if I want to know."

"Aunt May, i-it was n-nothing like th-that," I stammer. "I was just stripping my bedding and taking a shower. You know, cleaning myself up."

"I know, Peter. I was just kidding."

"I made the appointment for 11:30 tomorrow morning. What do you two say to going out for lunch afterwards?" Uncle Ben announces, walking into the laundry room.

"Sure. Can we go to McDonald's?" I ask with my eyes wide.

"Haha. Okay, Peter. We can go to McDonald's. If it's alright with May, that is."

"Aunt May, can we go, please? Please, please, please, please?" I turn my puppy dog eyes onto her. No one can resist them.

"Okay, okay. I cave. We can go to McDonald's, just turn those things off."

"Yes! Thank you Aunt May and Uncle Ben!"

I head back upstairs and work on the homework that was supposed to be done two days ago. I still can't believe I was out of it for two days! At least it's out of my system now, or, should be. I shiver, hoping I didn't just jinx myself. Well, with that thought, I decide to actually start on my technically overdue homework, even if I was sick.

"Peter, Ned's here!" Aunt May calls up the stairs right as I finish my homework. Ned comes up the stairs and I let him into my room.

"Hey, Peter. Thought I'd grab your homework that you missed."

"Ugh, Ne-ed," I groan, "I just finished the homework from before the field trip, then you come and bring me more!" Ned just laughs at me. "Oh, yeah! I hate to break it to ya, but I won't be in school tomorrow. I have an eye doctor appointment at 11:30 tomorrow morning. I think my eyesight's getting worse."

"Dude, that stinks. Your eyesight is horrible as it is. If it gets much worse I swear you'll be blind."

"Yeah, it- wait. How do you know how bad my eyesight is?"

". . ." Ned fidgets under my stare. "I may, or may not have, umm. . . tried on your glasses when you were passed out?"

"Is that a question or an answer?"

"Answer?"

"Really, Ned? Really?"

"What? I was curious. You should've known it was going to happen sometime."

"Yeah, I did," I sigh.

"Wait. You said you weren't going to school tomorrow? Why?! Why have you betrayed me?! Now what am I supposed to do at school? I'll be so bored. Again! You lied to me! You better be back on Monday."

I promise I'll be back to school on Monday. I feel a lot better. It must have been the flu or something."

"Good. I'm glad you're feeling better. So what do we want to do? Oooh. I have a new LEGO set we can play with sometime."

"How about we just watch Star Wars."

"Okay, sounds good."

We head down to the living room and pop the DVD in. We binge watch Star Wars until it's time for Ned to go home. After Ned leaves I head to bed early because for some reason I'm still tired. I change into my Iron Man pajamas, lay my head down, take my glasses off, and I'm out. While I'm asleep, I dream.

My dream is pretty weird. I dream that there's a bunch of spiders all around me and it feels very comfortable. More so than I've ever felt before. It makes no sense. I mean, I like spiders more than the average person, but with this many spiders I don't know who wouldn't freak out. I'm just standing in the middle and they're crawling all around me. It looks like they're all making a web. . . no, it looks like they're making a cocoon. I think they are making it around me! I'm still calm, though. I should be freaking out, but I'm not. They've barely started the cocoon when I wake up.

I wake up and the clock reads 10:45. I get ready and head downstairs. Aunt May and Uncle Ben are already at the table eating breakfast. I reach the bottom of the stairs and my stomach growls. Loudly.

"You better get down here and eat some breakfast," Uncle Ben manages to say between laughs. My cheeks turn red and I turn to go to the kitchen and make myself a bowl of cereal.

"Alright, Peter, when you're finished we'll head to your appointment," Aunt May tells me.

I finish my breakfast and we climb into the car. After we make it through New York traffic we arrive at the office with five minutes to spare.

"Peter Parker," the receptionist calls out after we've been sitting for a bit, "Dr. Malir will see you now." Uncle Ben and Aunt May stay in the waiting room while I go back to get my eyes examined.

"So, Peter, I've heard that your sight has been bugging you. Can you tell me what's going on?" Dr. Malir asks me as I sit in the chair.

"Well, I noticed yesterday when I woke up and put my glasses on that everything is a little blurry. It's not as bad as it is without my glasses, though," I explain.

"Okay, Peter. I'm going to give you the normal test and see if I can figure out what's wrong from there." We proceed with the test and finally I'm done. Dr. Malir looks through the results and compares them to my normal ones.

"Well, it seems that we have good news," he begins.

"Really? What is it?" I interrupt.

"It seems that your eyesight is improving. Only a little bit, but it may be that it continues this pattern. Why don't you come see me again in about a month. I'll make a new prescription for you and you should have your glasses in a few days."

We head back to the front and he hands the receptionist the papers he was writing on. We make a date for the next appointment and I go back to Uncle Ben and Aunt May. I tell them what Dr. Malir said and when the next appointment is while we head back to the car.