A/N: I'm not going to lie, I did a lot of research for this chapter, and a disappointingly small amount of that research ended up being described. Oh well. I guess if I ever need to go to an inpatient rehab I now know what to expect. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy and review!

Disclaimer: Guess who doesn't own Power Rangers? This gal! (a girl can dream!)

"…and Dan's stick flew out of his hand and hit me on the head! It was the worst concert we have ever played! The worst of part is that our new bassist, Patrick, just can not play. He is so nice, and he tries, but he can not play. We really need our old bassist back." Terry rants as he reminisces about a botched concert he and his band played the night before.

"We both know that is never going to happen!" Mia comments.

Terry continues, "I know. John is such a jerk. You know, I am actually glad you had to miss it."

"I still wish I could have gone!" Mia pouts.

"No, Mia, you do not. It would have been a complete waste of your time. It was awful!" he laughs.

"Still!" she retorts, "It would have been your awful concert, and that would have made it worth the time, and the laugh."

"Thanks, sis!" Terry rolls his eyes.

"Plus, it would have really been nice to get out of here. I'm so sick of this place," she whines.

Terry nods, but adds, "At least you were moved to a rehab facility. This room is a lot more comfy than the one at the hospital." Mia looks around the room. Instead of bleach white the walls boast a soft blue. Instead of the noxious smell of disinfectant, a sweet air freshener permeates the room. Instead of a hospital bed, Mia lays on an actual bed, and a dresser stands across from her, and the whole atmosphere feels more like home. No more beeping monitors, IV's, or MRI's. However, with the joys of the new facility come with new pains as well. Located about a mile down the road from the hospital, Terry can not visit during his lunch break every day and the many therapists and specialists exhaust her with exercises to help her adjust to life in a chair.

A soft knock on the door draws them away from their conversation. They turn to see a petite blond woman standing at the door with a little freckled boy, no older than six, who clutches a pink teddybear. The woman nudges the shy boy into the room.

"Um, excuse me?" the woman meekly asks, "Are you Melina Watanabe?" Mia gives her a smile and nods. The woman continues, "I am Jocelyn MacIntire and this is Sammy. You saved him at the bridge. We wanted to thank you and see how you are doing."

Mia blushes and shrugs, "I'm fine and it was nothing, really."

"You saved his life! Who knows where he would be if that man had gotten to him. You're a hero!" Mrs. MacIntire exclaims.

"I wouldn't go that far," Mia giggles embarrassedly. Sammy slips away from his mother and walks up to the hospital bed.

He holds the teddy bear out and mumbles, "I got this for you."

Mia smiles and accepts the bear and says, "Thank you!" The bear is pink, fluffy, and has white angel wings. She snuggles it and pats the bed next to her. Terry picks him up and places him right next to her. He gives her a big hug, and despite it hurting a little, she smiles and returns the gesture.

With his head still resting on her shoulder, Sammy whispers, "Thank you Ms. Wasanawpey."

"It was worth it," Mia chuckles, "and you can call me Mia."

"M'kay," he mumbles, "and the bear's name is Pinkey. He can fly, so if you get stuck, he'll help you out of it. He's also pink, 'cause girls like pink, and you're a girl, so you gotta like him." Mia laughs and shakes her head. As she looks down at the small figure wrapped in her arms, Mia can not help but think of what might have happened to the little boy if she hadn't been there. Would he be hurt? Would he be scared and trapped? Would he even be alive? As she realizes that she can not answer any of these questions, she pulls him close.

"I really like him," she says, "but are you sure that all girls like pink?"

He nods, "Yeah, that's what my bwuder Zach says, and he's got lots of girlfwends."

Intrigued, Mia asks, "Really? How many?"

"Like, more than ten. Lots more than ten. I can't even count on my fingers and toes that's how many girlfwends he's got," Sammy explains. Smiling, Mia rolls her eyes as she hears this. Terry talks to Mrs. MacIntire while Mia goofs around with Sammy.

"So she is going to be in a wheelchair for the rest of her life?" Mrs. MacIntire asks.

Terry nods, "Yeah, but I don't think she feels bad about it. She never thinks about what she wants. Honestly, she rarely thinks about what she needs."

Mrs. MacIntire is astonished, "Really?"

"Yeah, there is a reason I am going to be a doctor. I figured out a long time ago that there is no way that she would ever afford her medical bills without a family discount!"

"I bet. She really is amazing," Mrs. MacIntire marvels.

"I know," Terry agrees, "I just wish that she wouldn't ignore it."

At that moment, a nurse enters the room. "Looks like I've got to go," Mia sadly says to Sammy. He hops down from her bed as the nurse rolls Mia's chair around to her. With the assistance of the nurse, she transfers from the bed to her chair. With Pinky sitting on her lap, Mia waves goodbye to Mrs. MacIntire and Sammy and gives a hug to her brother as she wheels herself out of the room.

They maneuver through hallways and ultimately end up in a room with various types of equipment. The nurse hands Mia off to her physical therapist, Dr. Lang, who guides her towards a wooden bench. Mia transfers from her chair to the bench and then returns Pinkey to his rightful place on her lap.

Dr. Lang notices the bear and asks, "Who is that?"

"Oh, this is Pinkey," Mia replies, "He was a gift from a friend."

"Cute!" Dr. Lang comments as she tosses Mia a medicine ball. She begins doing various exercises with the ball as instructed by Dr. Lang.

While still doing the exercises, Mia comments, "I've been doing research on my own, and I read that some patients with my level of injury can walk with the help of braces after a while. Do you think that I will be able to do that?" Dr. Lang stops Mia from doing the exercises and looks her in the eye.

"Mia," she begins, "your spinal cord was completely severed when you landed on the water. I can say with great certainty that you will never be able to walk again on your own."

"Are you sure?" Mia pleads, "I read that…"

"Mia," Dr. Lang interrupts, "I know this is hard, but you have to come to terms with the fact that your accident happened, and that this is your new reality. I can only help you get so far with you in denial."

"I know," Mia sighs as she looks down at Pinkey, "At least it was worth it."