Keegan had gotten injured badly. So badly he ended up in the hospital, drugged out of his mind.

So here you were, holding an open water bottle close to his face to help him drink, chuckling to yourself as he looks at you confused.

Keegan avoided the bottle, giving you an annoyed glare, seeming to not realise you were his partner. “Your not my partner, I don’t want anybody helping me but my partner.” He practically whined, pushing the bottle away, causing you to almost spill it.