This I Promise You

Chapter Six

[VOTE PLEASE AND MAKE ME HAPPY!]

Isaiah's Point of View

Shock.

That's really an understatement of how I felt as I held an unconscious Keiran in my arms. I wondered if there was something wrong with her because of her surgeries but that thought was pushed out of my head when I smelt her breath.

Great. She was drunk.

And somehow she had stumbled into my brothers neighborhood.

With a sigh, I lifted her farther into my arms to get a better grip. She let out a tiny whimper but I ignored it as I carried her into the house, using my foot to shut the door behind me. 

I carried her limp body through the foyer and to the living room where my brother sat. At my entrance, he glanced up from the football game but then did a double take when he saw who I was holding.

I ignored his shocked look as I walked over to the couch and gently laid her down. Even while unconscious, there was a frown on her face. I know there's been something bothering her ever since the surgery, but of course she wouldn't tell me about it.

As I was studying her face, Ian had taken a place to my side and we both hovered over Keiran, studying her.

"Is she alright?" He asked, the concern evident in his eyes as he examined her body.

"She's good," I answered after a pause. "She's just drunk."

He groaned. "She just got out of the hospital! Why would she do something as stupid as drink."

I shook my head. I was wondering the same thing. If there was anything I knew about Keiran, it was that she wasn't a drinker. She only drank on special occasions and even then she sipped lightly.

Whatever it is that's been on her mind, is really eating up at her if it drove her to the point of drinking until she was drunk.

It was times like these when I wish she would just open up to me and talk to me. But if it's this serious, I know she'd never talk to me about it because to Keiran, and I quote, "We're only friends with benefits, talking about life problems will create feelings,".

Her words, definitely not mine.

I know I've mad it obvious (painfully so) that I love her and she's choosing to ignore that fact because she's saving herself until her precious Shemar gets home from the Marines. 

If she thinks she's just going to drop me like that, she's sadly mistaken.

He's not getting her back without a fight. Physically and mentally.

"I don't know," I murmured thoughtfully. "She's had something big on her mind for a while and she's not a big drinker so it must be eating at her pretty badly." I explained. 

I glanced at the corner of my in time to see Ian's guilty frown which was gone in the next second.

I turned to him suspiciously; arms crossed across my chest, and eyebrow cocked. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

Ian turned to me wide-eyed and sputtered. "W-Why....W-What would make you think...I know nothing!"

I couldn't help the smirk that graced my lips. Ian was always a horrible liar and it never changed as he got older. It was quite comical because you'd expect a doctor to always have cool, calm demeanor but that wasn't always the case with Ian.