You hold back small cries and whined as Arthur sews up the wound on your arm.

“Shut it kid, it ain’t that bad” Arthur scolded, he was clearly taking joy from your pain.

You were new and young to the gang. Once a street urchin now a rookie outlaw that Arthur grew found of despite his mean jokes. Though you hated to admit it, the teasing from the more experienced outlaw got to you.