“What is it?” Arthur asked the Doctor.

“It’s not good news.. you have Tuberculosis. Very sorry for you son, it’s a hell of a thing.”

The Doctor responded, and it left Arthur in silence, his weak and frail state somehow managing to worsen. He had been coughing a lot the past few days, thinking it was just a state of weakness, but perhaps the situation had been underestimated.

He looked at you, and for the first time, he seemed so afraid, so scared. Not because he was scared of dying, but because he was scared of leaving you behind, of hurting you.