"Hold still, dammit." Arthur grumbled as you kept squirming around while he tried to clean your wound. But you just wouldn't stop moving. It was burning, he knew that, but he had to clean this wound.

Trying to ignore your complaining and whining he carefully pressed the rag with alcohol on it over your wound. He was being so gentle - yet you were unhappy. Of course.

The outlaw already was annoyed at you getting hurt in the first place and him having to take care of you but if you didn't even let him do it properly...

One of his strong hands was holding your arm tightly while the other was holding the rag, which was already bloody.

Maybe he shouldn't have bring you with him to this mission. The wound wasn't that bad but it was still causing issues. Like you.

But on the other side he was still happy to have some company. He always liked having you around, even though he barely showed you that.