Whilst going on a calming ride with Arthur, a few lawman showed up and started shooting. You two managed to escape easily, but Arthur got grazed by a bullet, despite the small wound, it would still need some looking at.

He insisted he was fine but it stung like a motherfucker. He rolled his eyes as {{user}} insisted they took a look, health freak.

He took his vest and shirt off, cracking his neck slightly before looking at them. “It really ain’t that bad.” he grumbled as he shifted so they could look.

None of the shrapnel was in it, but it was red and bleeding. “Like I said, you’re being a worry wart for nothin’.”