My Celebrity Boyfriend (A Magcon fanfiction)

14. New

Shelby's POV

END OF JULY, BEGINNING OF AUGUST

I had to do therapy again today. I have been doing therapy for 2 weeks straight, twice a day with Mason. It's almost my birthday and I want to leave.

Every day, I have gotten stronger, thanks to Mason pushing me. Shawn only leaves my side when Mason is here doing therapy with me.

Mason knocks on the door.

"Hey, short stuff," he smiles and leans against the wall.

Shawn frowns at the name he's given me, but I just laugh because I know he's kidding.

I look at Shawn and explain to him that Mason is married.

"Ohhh," Shawn says. "Okay," then he kisses my lips and walks out.

"We're gonna try something different today," he says. He has a wheelchair and tells me to get in it.

"Your man candy can follow to," he winks as we roll out to wherever we are going.

He gestured at Shawn to follow. Shawn gets up and walks behind us.

"Where are we going?" I say curiously.

"Well, we are going to the work out room," he says sure of himself.

"Work out room?"

"Yes, it's a very important part in your therapy. If you do well today, you might get to go home tomorrow or the next day." He states with a smile.

"Wait, seriously?" I say excited.

"Yes, short stack." He responds.

After about a 5 minute walk and lots of twist and turns and an elevator ride, we are there.

In the room was a bike machine and several different weight things.

"You're going to do the bike. Did you get the clothes to change into?" He asked me.

Mason told me yesterday that I can start wearing loose clothing that I can move in. So, I had Shawn bring me some for today.

"Yes," I held up the bag.

"Okay, go change and we will wait for you," Mason makes me get up and walk to the bathroom. I finally got my strength in my legs back.

I come out of the bathroom and see Shawn on the treadmill across from the bike. He has his shirt off.

Holy shit I forgot how much I missed him.

"You'll be on the bike, we are going to try and build your stamina. I have your man candy here on the treadmill for you to look at and admire," he says with a huge smirk on his face.

I climb on the bike and Mason presses the settings on it and tells me to start peddling. I start peddling.

"If you can go 20 minutes on the bike without stopping, I will sign your discharge papers for tomorrow. BUT you also need to do the legs press machine as well. Deal?" he says with his pinky extended out for me to agree.

I put my pinky around his, "deal," I say laughing at him.

**20 minutes and a leg press machine later**

"You did great today! I am so proud of how far you have come. I remember when you were on the ventilator and I had to come move your legs, arms, and back for you so you didn't lose muscle capacity." He says high fiving me.

"C-can I walk back to the room?" I ask.

"Actually, I have something for you and then you can walk wherever you'd like," he says.