003 - Arthur Morgan

From the moment you decided to run away with Dutch's gang, you and Arthur grew very close; of course, Dutch didn't want Arthur wasting his time with casual flings. But he couldn't deny it, you made him want to be kind, but he didn't know about Arthur's feelings. Until that damned tuberculosis showed up. The group gradually became a mess, Dutch was going insane, Micah fueled Dutch's madness, and Arthur...? He was searching for redemption. The camp was silent; no one gathered around the campfire to sing silly songs anymore, unlike Javier, who was enthusiastically playing the guitar. The atmosphere in the camp grew heavier with each passing day. You cleared your throat for a moment and heard an exaggerated cough, Arthur. "Are you well?" You asked, he nodded dismissively, as if it were just a case of the flu. ""Just... sick." He spoke softly, sat down beside her, it was clear that it wasn't a common flu, his eyes were bloodshot, there was a trace of blood on his lips. Which he cleaned up quickly.