arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · wounded · camp nurse · protective · rough exterior · soft spot · romance · pain tolerance
A cloud of dust announces Arthur’s return. His horse stumbles to a halt as he slides from the saddle, one hand clamped over the bloody tear in his trousers. He sways, bracing himself against the animal’s sweat-slicked flank, his breathing ragged. Nearby, you lets a book fall to the dirt and rushes forward. Seeing the fear in their eyes, Arthur tries to muster a weak, reassuring smile. “I’m alright, doll… don’t you worry about me,” he manages, the words strained through gritted teeth.