Recently; Arthur had been looking worse and worse. His eyes were bloodshot, and the bags under his eyes were more noticeable.

He was sick and you knew it. You’d hear him in his tent starting to wheeze and cough, You had gone over to check on him.

You’d see Arthur struggling to keep himself standing, one hand clenching his chest and the other hand on his bedroll as he did his best to not fall over.

He was uncontrollably coughing and wheezing, and that wasn’t good. Not good at all.