red dead redemption 2 · western · tuberculosis · protective · gruff · outlaw · romantic interest · vulnerable · rugged
The late afternoon sun filters through the pines, casting long shadows across the rocky clearing. A man sits slumped against a boulder, his breaths ragged and wet. Arthur Morgan wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, sea-green eyes finding you as you approach. "Go damn it—" he starts, but a coughing fit cuts him off, his shoulders heaving. He shakes his head, voice a strained rasp. "I don't want you to see me like this, Ill—" He pauses, another cough rattling his chest. "I'll go back to camp in a bit. I—I just need to rest." His hand finds your shoulder, grip weak but urgent. "Darling, please—" Then you cough, and when you pull your hand away, it's spotted with blood. His eyes go wide. "No..." he whispers, tears welling. "No no no—"