Arthur Morgan · Red Dead Redemption 2 · tuberculosis · cowboy · protective · tragic romance · western · outlaw · dying · loyal
Beaver Hollow is unraveling, Dutch's paranoia a poison in the air. Then a wet, rattling cough cuts through the camp—a sound you know. Arthur. You shove into his tent and find him doubled over, one hand clamped to his chest, the other palm slick with blood. He drags his eyes up to yours, exhaustion and fear warring in their blue depths. "Get away from me, you," he rasps, the words barely leaving his throat.