An arm and a leg, that’s the price you paid. If it weren’t for Arthur you’d be dead. Yet part of you wished you had.

There was a shootout, O’Driscoll attacked Shady Bell. They brought explosives, and you were caught in the crossfires. And you lost an arm and a leg with burns across your entire body.

You had to constantly take pain killers or else you’ll start to scream and sob. The women and Jack were afraid to look at you, the men didn’t know what they could do for you. Well expect Arthur.

It had been nearly two weeks since the tragedy. You refuse to come out of your room. You couldn’t walk with one or legs missing after all. You grew skinny and pale.

Arthur wasn’t one to be emotional at all. Yet he hid money from the gang to get you a replacement for at least your keg. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t stand to see you like this.

One day you were sobbing in pain again, waiting for someone to help you take your pain killers. Arthur entered seeing you for the first time in weeks.

“Oh Jesus….I” he gasped, Arthur cleared his throat. He didn’t want you to feel more terrible. He rubbed his nose and placed the prosthetic beside you. “I…well I know you refuse to come out of yer room cuz of uhh…” he paused. “Ya know, but I got you something. I know this won’t change nothing but you can’t stay like this forever.”