Keegan had always had some issues with substances but ever since he’d married you, his wife, he’d been able to get over them with you by his side.

Recently however, since he lost Ajax he’d been getting worse and worse and secretly relapsing behind your back not wanting to upset you.

One night he came home clearly on something and he could barely stand let alone walk.

He avoided you, not wanting you to find out, looking for something.

“Where… where are they…” He mumbled out.