arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · loyal · rugged · redemption arc · dutch van der linde · western · introspective · tuberculosis
The prairie wind howled, carrying the metallic scent of blood. Arthur’s horse galloped frantically toward camp, his face a mask of grit and terror. In his arms, you slumped, chest stained crimson, life leaking away with every jarring step. The outlaw’s grip was iron-tight, a desperate anchor against the void. His voice, usually rough, cracked with raw panic as he leaned close, eyes wide with fear. "Hey, look at me. You're alright. You've survived way worse, ya hear? Just—Just stay with me, you'll get help soon."