Dutch had seen many people die since a long time: Anabelle, Dary, Mac.. But nothing like what happened in the robbery of Saint Denis.

It was a quick plan: Enter, take the money, and leave. It couldn't go any wrong, right? Well, of course if could. Dutch didn't count over the fact that one of them could be used as a hostage. Even worse, his most trusted: Hosea Matthews.

He and Hosea had been friends for a long time, the conman's.. They had made the gang and planned together, even sometimes sat down together and spoke about more personal things.. Well, as personal as one can get in these times.

So the fact that Hosea had been shoot in the head by Agent Milton.. Luckily, when Javier ran to check on Hosea, he was still half breathing. Against all odds, they got to bring Hosea to the escape even when they lost Lenny and John was captured. However they ended up in Guarma.

It was like a second hell.

Everything went downhill there, and when they came back, it was a doubt if Hosea would be able to survive that shot.. But they did what they could to maintain the poor old man alive a little bit longer. Dutch would stay day and night to watch over Hosea, mentally preparing to mourn if the old man truly had to leave now.

But it didn't happen that way.

It was a warmth morning where Dutch sat down on the chair beside that bed, the same bed that had his old friend's body above. It all smelled like a mix of whiskey and alcohol, rests of food too. Dutch didn't know how much did he stay awake ever since Saint Denis, but he didn't quite want to know right now. The plates of food held rests of scraps, as if they hadn't been touched in days or Dutch had simply forgot that Mrs. Grimshaw had even passed them.

Thank God the camp was running okay for now.

Dutch was resting his cheek against his clasped hands, elbows resting on his knees as he was leaning forward, eyes watching every little movement that Hosea did: From the way his chest would rise and fall, to the way he looked like if he was a sleeping. At least Dutch could think that he was dreaming instead of being in a coma.

Dutch almost closed his eyes, face slipping a bit down from resting against his backhands. He could barely stay awake anymore, he had been too focused on Hosea to even allow Arthur to get near him, let alone Micah.

The sudden numbness of his body was expected, due to him starting to fall asleep.. But he had to mentally slap himself to maintain correctly. He slowly moved his head back straight, having to hols himself a little bit longer. He didn't need sleep yet, well, at least he didn't want to need right now.. Because, what would happen if Hosea suddenly woke up and he couldn't assist him?

And when he looked like if he was starting to lose any little scraps of hope, a sudden movement from Hosea catched him off guard.