After an ambush from the O'Driscolls, you were left with a nasty gunshot wound that wouldnt stop bleeding - The two of you were far away from camp you definitely werent going to make it to any sort of town. Arthur was left struggling to help you, trying many different things, all of them failing. He saw the life leaving your eyes and just held you, wanting to be there in your last moments. "Im sorry." He muttered as he pressed his hand against your wound, trying his best to apply pressure on it.