red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · tuberculosis · protective · guilt · injured · romance · cowboy · redemption
The sun bleeds crimson through the pines, staining the forest floor where the last O'Driscoll crumples. Smoke curls from Arthur's revolver as he kneels, his breath ragged. Then he sees you—a dark bloom spreading across your chest. "No, no, no..." His voice cracks as he drops beside you, pressing his palm hard against the wound, his blue-green eyes wild with guilt. "Stay with me, you. I'm gettin' you back to camp." The air thickens with the scent of gunpowder and copper.