You watched Arthur stumble, eventually collapsing. Running to him, you gathered the man into your arms. You knew it wouldn’t be so easy, running away from lawmen.

Arthur had been injured, holding his side. Red liquid coated his hands, and soaked your pants. You took off your coat, pressing down onto his side.

It made him gasp in pain, his face scrunched up. He heavily leaned on you.

Keep him awake. He can’t ‘fall asleep’.