For now, this is a oneshot.
"Danny?"
Danny's head automatically turned to the doorway where Sam's tentative voice had come from. He mustered up a tired smile. "Hey, Sam."
"Can I come in?" She paused before asking and Danny snorted.
"What do you think? Of course you can come in."
Her footfalls were heavy and Danny's head tipped down. He fingered the weave of the warm hospital blankets. Sam smelled like she always did, of some sort of body spray that tingled in his nose and made him want to breathe deeper. He smiled slightly.
"If you're not careful, with that much perfume, you'll get kicked out." His smile grew as she punched him in the arm.
"Shut up - Oh, I'm sorry!" Her friendly tone turned to one of alarm and Danny's small grin at the action disappeared.
"I'm fine. I hurt my head, not my arm." He missed the feel of his bangs on his forehead. His entire head was cold from the air conditioning blowing on his shaven skin.
"How are you feeling?" Her hand was warm on his arm, a nice contrast to the cool room.
"The headaches aren't as bad. They gave me a new painkiller that helps and they are a little less frequent." He licked his dry lips. "Other than that, I'm okay."
"And - and there's nothing - you still -" She stumbled over her words.
Danny rolled his eyes. "Just ask me." He was tired of people being careful with what they said around him. This was the first time Sam had visited and he didn't want the first time he was with her in a month and a half to be awkward.
"You can... still walk and everything right? You're not partially deaf or anything?"
He smiled hollowly. "Yeah, I don't have to worry about paralysis and I can hear fine."
"That's good." Her hand left his arm and he missed its absence as the spot was exposed to the air. "What about your-" she paused, then continued in a hushed voice - "ghost powers?"
"They're still fine too." He'd discovered that when he was in the shower and he'd let go of the railing. He'd lost his balance and gone straight through the shower door without getting hurt instead of crashing into it. He'd had a hard time getting back up, but he'd managed. It had been frustrating and satisfying at the same time.
"Well," Sam's voice was pained, "At least you still have your powers."
His fists clenched in the material of the blanket, pressing the fabric roughly into the skin of his palms. "Yeah. At least I have my powers." He could hear his biting tone and he knew Sam didn't mean it like that, but he was still just so angry. "Not that I can use them. Not that they're any good to me." His hands shook with how tightly he was holding the blankets. "I'm blind, Sam! I don't care about my powers! I can't see." His voice broke. "But, hey, at least I'm still special."
I hope it all sounds right. I'm ashamed to say I didn't do any internet research for this. I have a family member, a family friend who's practically family, and friends who are blind. I just used what I've learned from them.