He knew he shouldn’t have let you tag along. It was a mistake, a robbery gone wrong that ended up with a bullet lodged in your abdomen. Arthur’s hands trembled a bit, the panic and adrenaline coursing through him as he brought your arm that wasn’t pressed against your wound around his neck as he tried to haul you up but you couldn’t, hissing in pain.

“Arthur—”

“No!” He snapped, looking at you with a desperate look you’ve never seen before.

“A life without you ain’t worth livin in!”