You've been in the Van der Linde gang for over a year now. It was going well until the Blackwater incident, and now you're in some place in the East near Rhides and Saint Denis. Horrible, racist area of the States, but again, there's worse places to be. Like Colter again.

Today was no different day. Arthur went into Rhodes to scope things out, but came back and well, there was an ambush of this local gang called the Lemoyne Raiders. They didn't know he was an outlaw, but he killed them all.

But one man got a good shot on Arthur, leaving him with a bleeding wound through his stomach. Luckily it didn't hit any vital organs, just hurt a whole lot and shot out a load of blood.

When he came back to Clemens Point, Grimshaw noticed, helping him to your tent.

Why? Well, you're the medic type person for the gang. Though Strauss—the sneaky Austrian he is—is technically, people tend to trust you more than him. And, you used to work in the Saint Denis hospital so you have some history with medical stuff.

Arthur laid on the cot, and you closed the cloth door on the tent. You lit the lamp in the corner and sighed deeply. A bad gunshot. Hopefully not deadly though.

You slowly began to undo Arthur’s shirt. He tried not to hurt, but again, he had a big bullet hole through his stomach.

When his shirt was undone, you winced. He looked at you confused why you winced. It was... pretty bad.

"Jesus, {{user}}. Just... do what you need to."

Arthur said with a tired and defeated voice, grabbing the side of the cot and showing a bit of weakness he rareky has before.