Arthur was practically shoving you into the hotel, making his dislike for the situation known just about the entire time. The two of you despised one another, but here you were, injured and stuck with him.

You had been on a heist, robbing a stagecoach, but of course you injured yourself, and Arthur was the one to find you and drag you to a hotel.

He stood across the room, pinching the bridge of his nose. "How the hell did you get yourself hurt?" He asked, his voice practically a growl. "The ride back to camp is less than ten minutes, y'know that?”