Shawn is still dealing with feelings of anger and guilt and Jesse is the one trying to keep life going as good as possible. An upcoming job would take Jesse away from Shawn for a few weeks and the plan is to hire a live-in Personal Assistant for Shawn, which Shawn is fighting in every way and giving his brother Jesse grief.
“It would be o.k. for Uncle Randy to come and check on me sometimes.”
Jesse was leaning on the kitchen counter, arms crossed in front of him, looking at Shawn, “No, it’s not enough for me, Shawn. Randy works and is really busy, he may not always have time to come over and check on you. It’s for about five weeks and I feel better having someone professional come over here and look after you on a regular schedule.”
Shawn sat at the table and threw Jesse an irritated look, “I don’t need anyone to come by here…I can take care of myself.”
Jesse’s voice was stern now, “No, you can’t! Last week you had spasms almost every night…you need someone to look after you 24/7…I don’t care Shawn. I already picked someone and you are just going to deal with it.”
Shawn replied frustrated, “Of course you do…you make every decision around here without even asking me.” Shawn was angry at his brother, “…you know I can still think for myself, Jesse…I am not a complete vegetable, but ever since it happened you took over all the decisions concerning me. You boss me around constantly.”
Shawn placed his hands on the rims of his blue framed TiLite wheelchair, about to back up from the table.
Jesse sounded stern, “Well, you need it because all you do is sit around here drowning your self-pity with booze and feeling sorry for yourself. Yeah, I’ve been making the decisions around here, because half the fucking time you either lay in bed sleeping or you are lying on the couch wasted, destroying your body even more.”
Shawn backed up his wheelchair and turned around swiftly. While he rolled out of the kitchen he called angrily, “Whatever Jesse! No one is coming here touching me or telling me what to do."
