A/N: Three for the price of one... all connected.

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.


37. Eyes

It had been a stupid mistake, and he should have seen it coming. But he had gotten over confident, arrogant, and blasé, casually smiling as he had taken off, telling his friends that he'd be back in a minute, it was only the Box Ghost.

Only the Box Ghost. But still, a ghost, and as his father always, always, told him, ghosts were dangerous. And he knew that too, for he himself was a ghost, and dangerous. Dangerous to himself, mostly, he thought bitterly, as he was laying on his back in the grass, trying to keep still, hearing his friends shout out to him as they were running up the hill in the park, their voices frantic.

He was human again, and his hands were clutching the grass tightly, to prevent himself from rubbing his eyes feverishly, something that he was sure would be a very bad idea. But it took all his willpower to do that. He felt the tears stream down his face, his eyes trying to rid themselves from the foreign objects in them, but failing. He had them shut tightly, unable to open them, and even the sparse light that came through his eyelids caused an intense pain.

"Danny! Are you alright?"

He almost, almost, started laughing at Sam's panicky standard question. Instead, he groaned, shaking his head madly.

"Eyes," he wheezed, and then, "Glass. There was glass in the box."

The idiot ghost had stolen boxes from a department store in the mall, boxes that contained, according to the ghost's loudly bellowed threat, 'Unique Crystal Wine Glasses and Decanters'. As per usual, he had then proceeded to hurl the boxes at Danny, who should have just gone intangible.

Instead, he had blasted them. At close range.

He felt Sam's hands on his face and he whimpered, trying to tell her to stay away from his eyes. In the background, he heard Tucker talking into his cell phone, calling an ambulance, his tone of voice all business, leaving the comforting to Sam.

"Can you open your eyes?" she asked him, and he heard the fear in her voice.

He shook his head, clenching his teeth. She sat with him, stroking his arm, letting him squeeze her hand, talking softly to him to distract him. He heard the sirens in the distance, heard the pounding footsteps of the paramedics on the ground, and then they were there, taking over, placing something over his eyes, and everything went dark.