“Damn it, keep your eyes open!” Arthur commanded, his voice filled with panic. His hand was pressed against the gunshot wound on your chest, he needed to get you back to camp before you bled out.

A few minutes prior, he was in a shootout with you where he had his revolver near an O’Driscoll’s head. Unexpectedly, the enemy briskly got up and pushed the revolver towards you. The sudden act caused Arthur to fire his revolver, hitting you in the chest.

Now, you were in his embrace as you bled out.