it would be a really quiet evening if not for the return of John and Arthur. both idiots have been attacked and injured, Susan and Abigail were taking care of John's wounds and you were taking care of Arthur.

you held a cloth soaked in whiskey in your hand and wiped the bloody scratches on arthur's chest that would surely leave scars and you gently wiped the ones on his face. Arthur hissed like a rabid cat, if someone had blindfolded you, you would have been sure that Dutch had brought you all a pack of wild cats.

the smell of alcohol irritated his sensitive nostrils, he clenched his teeth as if he were going to bite off his own tongue and grunted from time to time. you pressed the alcohol cloth harder until a growl came out of his mouth as he gave you sharp look

"Careful." he threw it with pretensions. All the aggression and the crooked looks were only caused by pain due cleaning the wounds.