(2019-01-28) Tantrums
Calvin manages to get his way with his celebrity tantrums, but it has some serious backlash from his mother and Vic.
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Denver didn't happen. The news came just after dawn when an entourage entered the room, There was his medical team of four, his social worker, a nurse, his mother and of all people, Grant Preaker, manager. Grant lingered in the doorway while Donna Shay sat down on the edge of Calvin's bed. Calvin slept poorly and woke up early so he was sitting up when the group came in. "Alright. What's up?"

Denver wouldn't take him. They had two reasons. They were not confident in being able to provide the security and privacy that 'his team' had requested. Another was, as his current psychical therapist put it, his non-compliance. This one seemed to bring the room down as Calvin pouted and Donna pinched her son. Twice. Once in the thigh and again in the arm. "You couldn't feel that first one." She whispers, glaring. Calvin grits his teeth to keep quiet.

"But, there is good news!" as Grant says, finally entering the room. "I feel very, very good about a team coming together for you. We worked really hard on finding the best therapists in the country. Your uncle has been calling in favors to get your home accessible and he's on the last day or two of work. Finishing touches and triple checks. Plus, you still have access to your work. Which is important to you." The social worker adds, "I told you, Calvin, that if you found a suitable option to stay home, it may just be better for you in the long run. You expressed wanting to stay in Calaveras very strongly. I showed the list Mister Preaker provided and we—" She indicates the PT. "We approve. So, all together, we are ready to discharge you and send you home. We'll let you speak with your family. All exit except Donna and Grant.

*

Vic is taken aback by Denver shutting them down, and it's only her future mother-in-law's presence that keeps her from turning the very air in the room blue with cursing out everyone at that place that had anything to do with the rejection. She seems to calm a bit when they have the alternate solution, and she slumps in the chair she was occupying, letting Donna have the bedside. "Well that just happened," she mutters.

*

Calvin and Grant begin celebrations right away with the brohugs and chatter about work and the documentary and the future. After about a minute, Donna cuts through the air with. "Calvin Dean Shay. Why in the fuck would you sabotage a chance to walk again? And before either of try and claim that this wasn't what this was, I was helping Grant these past few days. I made a lot of phone calls and overheard a few more. Calvin, why? Why do you work away from your own self-interest at every turn?" She crosses her arms. "You still haven't even sat in a wheelchair yet but you might be using it for the rest of your life if you keep with this."

*

Vic stands up gingerly, because her hip still aches and she still has a healing hole in one lung. "I'm with Donna. You know I love you no matter what, Calvin, but deliberately doing things that might screw up your future? I think we deserve an explanation." She moves to set a hand on Donna's shoulder in solidarity.

*

Donna gives Vic's hand a pat and smiles at her. A brief smile. She's soon staring at Calvin. Grant puts up his hands in a peaceful gesture. "Hey, I was only doing what Calvin wanted. He pays me." Grant takes a few steps back and Calvin shoots him a glare. Traitor. "I am going to…be cared for. Grant has a list! He has a nurse coming to the house today, right? I'm still healing from bullets ping-ponging in my gut. Liquid diet still!" His food trays are the most pitiful things anyone's ever seen. "I'm paying so, so much more for this level of personalized in-home care. My ballin' insurance won't even pay for all of it. Hell, I need to able to work on the album just to pay for getting shot!" Grant has facepalmed and Donna knows why. "You were supposed to be in Denver today before the storm. Why is a nurse scheduled for today?"

*

Vic sets her other hand on her hip as Donna points out the obvious. "Yeah, we were supposed to be heading there, and then getting a JP in to marry us, Calvin. We had plans. What gives?" Mom and fianc?e are both giving him THE LOOK now. "And Denver not having security is bullshit," pause, "pardon my French, Donna. They have way more resources there than this place does, and you could afford to supplement."

*

Calvin doesn't speak right away but the look on his face is not familiar to Vic right away. His jaw sets, his eyes glance away and his arms cross. Grant steps away, phone in hand as it vibrates. Lucky asshole. It's not until Grant leaves that Calvin speaks. "You are not the ones sitting here." He hisses. "What the fuck am I supposed to do? What if I spend all that time in Denver and I don't improve? What if this is it? Wheelchairs, Viagra, pissing in a bag? That's not my fucking life!" He raises his voice now. "And if it is, if it ends up like that? At least I can be the comfort of my own god damn home and not surrounded by miserable dicks."

Donna seethes. "I'm calling your father. We are taking the guns." She slips off the bed and mutters to Vic, "Good luck with him." before she stomps out the room, shoving Grant violently into door frame. "Ow! Shit, Donna!"

*

Vic watches Donna leave, then takes her spot on Calvin's bed. But it's not to comfort him. She looks him dead in those blue eyes with her own raven-dark ones and there is fire in them. "Fuck you. Fuck you for not taking every last goddamned chance for the best outcome you can get. If you hate yourself that much, that's fine. But what about me? Wren? The twins? Your family? Dex would punch you in the goddamned face for acting like a brat right now. Like a coward who would rather give up before he even tries!" Oh Grant may wanna rethink coming back in this room right now. He might get slugged.

*

Calvin scowls. "Do not bring up Dex right now. Dex would want me home. Close." He may have a point. Or Dex would have just moved to Denver. No way of knowing. "And—Why do you think I don't want the best outcome? Being home and comfortable with people I love is better than going up to Denver and being around…others. People are going to know who I am. I'm either That Guy Whose Ex Shot Him or I'm Calvin Shay and oh, my god, I am going to leak this video of him shitting on himself." He shakes his head. "No, no one can see me like this." His voice wobbles. "They'll know my career is over. No one will want me to perform anymore." He laments.

*

"It was only for a couple weeks, Calvin! We were all going to be there with you for fuck's sake!" Vic stands and throws her hands up in the air and winces, because that pulls some stitches. "None of us would have let someone get past us like that. We'd have banned electronic devices, we'd have vetted everyone, you know that. But instead of trusting your people, you went around us!"

*

Calvin shakes his head. "People still talk. They are talking now. The public doesn't know more than I'm alive and talking. And then…I won't be me. I'll be a symbol. Like Christopher Reeves." He literally gags at the idea. "No. No. That's…See, Grant wants to use it and spin it. Hell, Dex would have begun already. Only because he knows I would say no. Spin it into some hero shit but what if I let everyone down? What if I fall off the wagon?" Beat. "My current pain medication doesn't count. I don't have a choice on the matter. My insides are in tatters and my spine had a bullet wedged in it. When I go home, someone else is going to hold them because I love dope." He sniffs. "Okay, so I didn't comply on purpose. Kinda. And Grant made unreasonable security demands on my order. Yes. I fucked up Denver. I don't want to go, so I won't. Interviews begin tomorrow for the PTs and OTs." Beat. "Recording resumes in two weeks."

*

"Your reputation is not worth more than your quality of life, or your family's quality of life with you. We don't give a shit about the fame and fortune, we love you because of who you are inside, not what you've done or what you might do tomorrow. What you did is entirely unfair, and incredibly vain." Vic grits her teeth. "You came at me for not doing easy rehab, now you're a goddamned hypocrite for making things harder on yourself." She looks near tears and moves for the door. "Grant, get your ass in here and don't think I won't have words for you later. I need to pee!" she declares, and stomps out angrily.

*

Calvin is all pouts as Grant returns. Grant starts up right away. "Vic, part of the reason I agreed was because it made better sense is like, a million different ways. I can list them. Hold on! We brainstormed." He starts tapping on his phone. Calvin interjects. "Who says it's harder on myself? At home rehab is probably just as hard and painful and shitty. I just don't want to do it in front of a live crowd. Filming and releasing a slick documentary isn't Facebook Live.

*

Vic gives Grant a shove much like Donna did, then flip both of them off as she stalks out to find the bathroom down the hall where she can cry in peace.

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