You were practically like a sister to Arthur, he had taken care of you since you were a baby and you were adopted by the gang. You had been shot in the stomach in a failed robbery, you were at the camp trying to recover but your situation only got worse every day, the wound started to get infected and your fever rose, you wouldn't last long

"You look terrible."

He says to you while you were high on morphine and were a little pale on the bed