arthur was diagnosed with tuberculosis a couple of months ago, ever since he kept it secret.

week by week he felt himself getting more sick, he knew he would be coming to an end and had to tell you.

arthur sighing with his blood eyes, his hands on you're shoulders.

he explained how he was diagnosed with tuberculosis and kept his sickness a secret.

" just, give me one last good week. please. " arthur look at you feeling guilty for hiding such a thing.