Playing With Fire & Ice

15

Its been about 3 months since I've been here in the hospital and I was finally making progress in my physical therapy. I could finally feel my limbs once again but my face was still drooping slightly. Dr. Franco said that my face wouldn't go back to how it was previous to the stroke.

I was okay with that but I was being transferred to Mrs. Martinez clinic for physical therapy today. I was in Sean's car since he was taking me there. It was a awkward silence and it was tense. 

"Tiger, I can stay if you need me to. Even though I'm going to stay either way." Sean said as I looked out the window.

"Don't you have a company to run? Go do that." I grumbled as I glanced at him. "That's handled. Plus the stock market isn't important. Whats important is you getting back right." Sean said and I grumbled. The car jerked to a stop and I groan as I brace my working hand on the dash.

"What the fuck Sean?!" I yell at him as I look at him but he is looking straight at me. "Effie please will you put some trust in me."  Sean said and I scowled. "No I won't. Just take me to the clinic." I glare at him. "What is it going to take for you to trust me then? Because you know out of everybody how persistent I can be." Sean smirked at me. "You mean incredibly annoying." I say trying to turn away.

"No don't turn away you always try to avoid the situation. But I won't let you avoid me." Sean said to me as he held my chin in his hand. "And why can't I? Its gotten me this far. A multi billionaire with a dominating business." I say. "That ended you in the hospital because your stressed out. Effie you can't keep pushing yourself like this. It worries me alot especially when you come out your building with dark circles under yout eyes." Sean said rubbing his thumb along my cheek.

"I'm fine Sean I'm not weak." I say to him. "Being tired isn't weakness Effie. You are going to kill yourself with working to much." Sean says looking at me concerned.

Chip.

I could feel the ice breaking as I look as him but I control it. "Whatever Sean just drive to the clinic." I say pulling away from him. He nodds before pulling back into traffic. Resting my head on my right hand, I feel Sean take my left hand.

Looking at him as I attempt to take my hand away I grumble as I couldn't. "Don't be like that Effie. I still care. I'm still the little boy that was defending you from those racist." He said and I could here the smile in his voice. "Yeah sure." I said sarcastically as the clinic showed in my veiw. Soon Sean was parking the car and helping me in my wheelchair rolling me inside.

"Ms Young its nice to see you. I'll show you to your room." Mrs. Martjnez said as she walked towards a room and Sean follows. The room had a hospital bed with a drawer beside it for clothes, a TV hooked to the wall and a medium sized bathroom with a shower.

"I'll leave you to get settled in today but tomorrow we'll start you off with 30 minutes of therapy. Breakfast is served at 9 am. Lunch as 12 pm. Dinner at 6 pm" Mrs. Martinez smiled at us before leaving.

"Alright lets get you settled then we can watch some TV." Sean smiled as he practically carried me to bed. I watched as he settle my clothes in the drawers.

"Where is my laptop?" I ask as Sean as I see my bag is empty. "No Effie. Working is what got you here." Sean said. I huffed crossing my arms. Childish I know.

Getting out my phone I decide to call Stacy. "Young & Co. This is Stacy speaking." She said. "Stacy this is Ms. young." I say.

"Ms. Young. Where are you?! You haven't been to work for months. I thought maybe you had went on vacation but are you okay?" Stacy asked me frantically. "Stacy I had a stroke. I am still recovering but make sure this doesn't get out can't have competitors thinking I'm weak." I say. "Yes ma'am. I'm on it. But when do you think you'll be back alot of people are wanting to sign contracts." Stacy said. Before I could say something tje phone was snatched out my hand by Sean.

"Hello Stacy. This is Sean Wylder. I know Ms. Young called you but she isn't doing anything work related until she fully recovers from this. Thank you bye now." Sean said before hanging up and I glared at him.

"What the fuck Sean?" I grit out. "You recovered from a stroke but you still want to work. So what the fuck Effie? Do you want to die?" Sean says crossing his arms over his chest.

"Give me my phone." I say as I avoid his question. "No Effie." Sean said as he sat on the bed sighing but I awkwardly turn over my back to him.
"So hard headed but I love that about you. But I'm serious Effie. The leading cause of death in black women is them not wanting to acknowledge they are sick." Sean said as he moves hovering over me.

"I fucking know that Sean! Leave me alone." I yell at him and he sighs getting off the bed his footsteps leaving the room. I glared at the wall. Did he not think I was concerned about my health? But I can't just leave my company that I built from the ground up. I couldn't just not worry about dad. I can't just pick up and go on vacation because I get stressed. Nothing gets done if that happens.

After this yeah I will be going bavk to work. But I'm not buying anymore companies. I'll have to take it easy on work of course. But no one or nothing is stopping me from working completely. I work hard for what I have and I be damned if a stroke is going to take it away from me.