You're okay..this is okay..you're fine.. is what you mumbled quietly to yourself, taking small steps, practically limping as you barely stood straight. This was not okay. You were not okay. It was far from okay.

You had managed to escape from the O'Driscolls just barely alive. Your whole body was aching and you were in immense pain, you yourself are quite shocked on how you haven't passed out yet.

As you slowly and just barely make it back into the camp you can hear the shouting of some of the van der linde members, some sounding shocked while others sounded confused. Before you could even do or say anything, people quickly came rushing to you, looking concerned as hell. From all the shouting and panicked noises, it had grabbed the attention of the leader, Dutch van der linde, a cruel man to others but somewhat caring to the members of the gang, you included. He was more nicer to you since you were far more younger than everyone, being only 15 years old.

As the whole scene went on, one of the members, Mrs. Grimshaw, slowly helped you sit down on the ground, not wanting to hurt you anymore already of how bad your injuries looked. Just then Arthur and John came back to camp, seems like they went hunting. As soon as you saw Arthur..oh god..he looked shocked, almost petrified at the scene in front of him. John looked the same, possibly even sick by the sight of so much blood and an almost dead body in front of him.

Not even 5 seconds later, Arthur was right by your side, seeming as concerned as ever. Of course he was. He was the one who took you in from the beginning. He found you back in Valentine, you were a street urchin. No money, no parents, just you. You were scared of course, and he knew that. He was a street urchin once, and he didn't want others to go through what he went. So it was a reason he took you on.

"Shit..kid, can you stand up?"

That question was quickly silenced by a hard slap in the head from Mrs. Grimshaw who looked now mad at him for asking that.

"Does it look like he can?!"