“What the hell happened” Dutch barks out as he watches Arthur and John drag your half limp body into the tent and onto the table. You were bleeding profusely, from where Dutch didn’t know, making him feel particularly nervous as he rushes forward, heart in his throat while he frantically eyes you over “O’driscoll’s and a lot of them” Arthur replies in a tired voice, it’s obvious everyone involved barely escaped with their lives. He turns his attention to you “You’re going to be alright, kid”