Zack had spent a couple of days moping in his room, not allowing any friends in. He couldn't bare to see them walk in, while he can't get up. He couldn't get out of bed on his own. It infuriated him! He was stuck. Then, the door opened.

"Hey, Preppie, your mom sent me in to help you. You're leaving today!" Slater said, pulling Zack's wheelchair up to the bed.

"I can do it myself, thanks Slater," Zack said and started to slide out of the bed.

"Zack, seriously, don't be ridiculous, you'll just hurt yourself more," Slater fussed at Zack and then grabbed him and lowered him into the chair.

"Slater! BACK OFF!" Zack yelled and pushed Slater off of him.

"Chill out, Preppie! I'm just trying to help!"

"I don't need ANYBODY'S help, Slater, so back OFF!" Zack yelled, and wheeled out of the room, wheeling over Slater's foot in the process.

"ZACK! Zack!" Slater ran out of the room and pulled on Zack's wheelchair. "Look, I know you're hurt and all but don't take it out on me! Remember how I'll go along with your little plans at school and HELP you to make them work? That's all I'm doing now. I'm trying to help you get out of this joint!"

"I'm fine... On my own. I can take care of myself!" Zack snapped, about to push his hair back, but realized there wasn't enough to push back.

"Alright Zack. Go get dressed. On your own." Zack blushed at this. He couldn't. He hadn't learned how to.

"See, Zack? It's not that I'm trying to help you with things that you're able to do. It's the little things you can't," Slater said, trying to comfort his friend. "Oh yeah, here comes Screech!"

"Hey ya Zack!" Screech smiled and then looked at the wheelchair. "Ooo Cooooool! Where can I get one?"

"Screech..." Slater warned.

"Zack, you need any help changing?" Screech offered.

"Yeah, can you guys help me out?" Zack asked, finally giving in, but still out of it from his little argument.

Zack was finally out of the hospital and going to the LA back clinic to work on getting his strength up. He was mad that his parents would force him into some rehab facility, but in the back of his mind, he knew it was the right thing to do. He couldn't even get dressed on his own. Plus, the doctors said that possibly by working out Zack's legs and keeping their strength, he could one day walk. As he was sitting on his bed thinking this, he heard the door open and his mom walked in.

"Zack, you'll be staying here till about January 4th. That'll give you some time to build up strength. Then you can come home, we'll have things changed some so it's easier for you. They said that you can have a personal rehab specialist at the hospital near home and go to maybe about five sessions a week. You're so brave, Zack!" Mrs. Morris hugged her son, who gratefully returned the hug. "I love you, Zacky."

"I love you too, Mom. Why don't you go home and get some rest?" Zack suggested.

"I think I will, thanks Zack. I'll see you tomorrow."

A little over two weeks in the rehab center proved to be good to Zack. He was a lot happier because now he could do a lot of the things he used to be able to do. He also came to the conclusion he was starting to look a lot better, other than the fact that his hair was now brown, because he could not get his hands on a bottle of hair dye. The doctors simply would not permit him to use hair dye in the rehab center. Today was the first his friends would be visiting for a while, since they lived about an hour or more drive from the rehab center. He was anxious about it, yet oddly calm. And anticipating a lot of tension. Zack settled into his wheelchair so he could take his friends out to the cafeteria so they could grab some lunch. There was a knock on the door and Lisa Turtle poked her head in.

"Zack Morris, I knew it. You're a brunette," Lisa sighed as she walked into the room.

"Yet you fail to notice my brand new set of wheels. Not quite as nice as a Ford Escort, but they'll do..." Zack grinned his trademark grin.

"Ooo, nice Zack. Love the turquoise rims. That is a nice touch!" Lisa smiled and turned towards the door. "Come in guys, he's looking great!"

"Was there some deal you made with them? If I was a jerk, you'd warn them not to come in?" Zack smiled again.

"Zack, you know, I don't think I can love a man who dyes his hair. So which is it naturally? Brown or blonde?" Kelly questioned him, but still flashed him a smile none the less. "You look great, Zack. You'd never know that you were in an accident several weeks ago."

"Yeah, other than the chair and the hair, and a couple of scars, I do look great, don't I?" Zack agreed.

"Hey Preppie, what's with the sudden confidence? Two or three weeks ago you were about to kill me when I tried to help you," Slater asked, looking a little offended.

"And I still don't like people helping very much. But my physical therapist has helped me to start accepting this. They did more check ups on my back and said it doesn't look good. I'm extremely upset, I really am, but they've got me in mental therapy too, that's helping some. And... " Zack dropped his voice to a whisper. "There's a camera in the room. If I get extremely upset and I get loud enough, a trigger goes off and they alert a nurse. Some new system they are trying out. Learned that one the hard way."

"Ouch. Sounds like a prison, Zack." Jessie said and started staring around the room to find the device.

"I've heard of this before! Aliens use them to track which humans they don't want to abduct!" Screech whispered and started cowering. Zack reached up and hit him in the back of the head.

"Knock it off Screech. I mean, I'm doing okay. I'm learning that I've got to deal with this, because it's happening whether I want it to or not," Zack stated wisely.

"That's extremely mature of you to say Zack!" Kelly said and stared at Zack.

"What? I can be mature! Really!"

"So, are you coming back to school with us?" Kelly asked, trying to change the subject.

"I should be. I... can't remember..." Zack slowed his speech and then just stared at Kelly.

"Zack, Zack!" The entire gang gathered around him, but Zack would not stopping staring in the same spot. It was like he just stopped thinking.

(Told you that mental problem might come back! New chapter soon!)