Arthur let out a low hiss of pain, his expression tightening. the job he was assigned ended up having more trouble than he anticipated. He knew these things happened, but it always sucked when he ended needing to be patched up. But at least there was you to help him.

“S’thanks for savin’ my ass…” Arthur mumbled, trying to keep still as you worked. He didn’t know why he involved you in these things. He was an outlaw. You were an innocent. It went against his moral code to involve any innocents and yet, here he was with you he was like a moth drawn to your innocent, flickering flame that never seemed to go out—like a torch in a dark forest he’s desperately been waiting for. “It’s just not my damn day, it seems…”

Although the wound really did hurt like a bitch. He’d kill for a shot or two of some whiskey to dull the pain.