A few days after Christmas, as promised, Don and Leatherhead were ready to help Randall get his vision corrected.

Randall was nervous about the surgery. He wasn't crazy about surgery, and he was worried about going blind if they made a mistake. But it would be worth it to try. They had saved his life from injuries before.

He was put on an IV and sedation followed. Don and Leatherhead made sure they had everything they needed before proceeding.

Outside of the infirmary, the others waited. They just tried doing some things to stay calm. Any surgery in their home was risky.

Mikey was the most anxious about his friend going through the surgery.

Raph tried to act like there was nothing wrong, but he stayed calm for once.

Leo had found a corner and tried to meditate to stay calm as well.

A little while later, Don stepped out of the infirmary. "It's done."

The others looked over. "How is he?" Mikey asked.

"He's fine. He's sleeping off the anesthesia now. He's got some covers on his eyes. We're going to wait until he's awake before we take them off. Because it's something that has to be adjusted to slowly at first." Don explained.

"As long as he continues to help us out in battles, it will be good for Randall to have perfect vision." Leo said.

"Yep. That's the main reason why he needs this as long as he stays here. Far too many people are affected by bad vision these days and are always struggling to find their glasses or contacts." Don said.

"Can I see him anyway?" Mikey asked.

"Sure."

When Mikey walked into the infirmary, Leatherhead was just finishing getting Randall ready to wake up.

"How long until he wakes up?" Mike asked.

"It shouldn't be long now." LH replied. "He went through everything just fine."

Mikey took a seat and wanted to wait for Randall to come out of it. Leatherhead let him be.

Some time later, Randall moaned and moved. Mikey perked up.

As Randall was coming to, he tried to open his eyes and see things, but everything was pitch black yet.

"Randall? Can you hear me?" Mikey asked.

"Hm. Yes. I can't see. Am I blind?"

"No. Don and Leatherhead just have some covers over your eyes to let them to adjust before they take them off. I don't know when they come off, but they wanted you to be awake first." Mikey said.

"Well, I'm awake now and want them off."

"Let me go get them."

Mikey went to go get Don. "He's awake and wants the covers off, Donny."

Don went to the infirmary. "Randall, you still have drugs in your system. We need to wait a little longer before we take the covers off your eyes. We just want to make sure that they adjust to dark before light. We'll take the covers off before dinner. Just give it a little longer."

Randall really wanted to see what the world looked like now, but he gave in. He was wearing special eye patches that had been made special for him.

Randall laid his head back down and decided to rest. He was thirsty, but it was still too soon after waking up. He fell back asleep.

Some time later, Randall was awake again and felt he had more energy. That was when they decided to take the covers off his eyes. They were going to feed him right afterward.

Randall kept his eyes closed as the covers came off. "Okay, open them." Don said.

The family was watching.

Randall slowly opened his eyes. He could see light again, and pure pictures. He saw everyone looking at him.

"So, what do the images look like now?" Leo asked.

"Picture perfect." Randall replied. "Thanks, Donatello, and Leatherhead."

"You're welcome." LH said.

"No problem. It was our pleasure to do it." Don said.

"I must be going. Take care, my friends." Leatherhead said and left the lair.

Randall got up and he saw it was unusual to see images like this right after he opened his eyes. He would get used to it, but best of all, no more glasses or contacts to see clearly!

They all had dinner after that. But they were also going to start getting packed up to also head up to the farmhouse.

I know I wish I could get my vision corrected before they get worse. I hate wearing glasses. They are always getting dirty or in the way, and I hate having blurry vision. Squinting is such the biggest annoyance with my eyes. But that was something Randall and me had in common, having to wear glasses or squinting without them on.