A/N: Sequel to 'Dark'

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.


3. Light

"Stop fussing," Danny said angrily, pushing his sister away from him.

He was sitting on the examination table in the doctor's office in the hospital, waiting for said doctor and Sam, who had promised to be there. He had been in this office every other day for the past three weeks, and he knew his way around now. Once he stepped through the door, he didn't need his sister's or his parents guidance, he knew the exact distance to the chairs, the desk and the examination table.

Jazz mumbled something incomprehensible and he heard her move away from him. His mother walked up to him and placed her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly, but keeping quiet, sensing that he didn't want to talk. At least, not until Sam was there.

His head shot up when he heard her footsteps in the hallway, and he was already smiling when she entered the room, not caring in the least that he was confirming his sister's and his mother's suspicion that he had a crush on her. He was even willing to admit it to himself these days, finding that if he couldn't look at pretty girls like Paulina, he actually preferred Sam's company over anybody else's, talking with her for days on end, listening to her voice when she read out the English assignments to him, or tried to explain math without the use of a visual aid.

Without the looks, Paulina was just a shallow witch. Not that he told Sam that.

"Hi," he said to her, happily.

She greeted him by pecking him on the cheek and he felt himself blush. Before anybody could make a cute comment, however, the doctor entered, and everybody suddenly went all businesslike.

"Daniel," he said in a friendly doctor tone, making him wince, "I'm sure you're anxious to get the bandages off, so let's just proceed, shall we?"

Danny nodded in agreement, and carefully laid down on his back, hearing the doctor close the curtains.

"He'll have to get used to the light again," the man explained.

Someone grabbed his hand and squeezed it encouragingly. The doctor moved closer and started touching his face with his cold hands, carefully prying the tape off that held the bandages in place. Then they were lifted from his eyes, and he squeezed them shut tightly, wincing at the brightness of the light that protruded his eyelids.

"Open your eyes, son, let's see those baby blues again," the doctor said happily.

Taking a deep breath, Danny tried to relax his eye muscles, and opened one eye a little bit. The light in the room was dazzling, and he was surprised that the doctor seemed to have opened the curtains again. Everything was unfocused though, so he tried his other eye.

It didn't hurt as much as he had dreaded. He could make out shapes, people, the door, the walls, all hazy. Then something moved in front of him, going up and down and he looked at it, following it with his eyes.

"Good," the doctor said, satisfaction in his voice, "You can see my hand."

He moved away from Danny, letting his family and Sam come closer, smiling at him, relief on their faces. He looked back at them, staring at them one by one, until he settled his gaze on the girl with the amethyst eyes, smiling an uncharacteristically wide smile at him.

"Now there," he said, "Is a sight for sore eyes."