You noticed Arthur coughing up blood, but he quickly brushed it off, not paying any attention to it. You knew it was tuberculosis, but you didn’t tell him. If you told him, he would be scared. He would count his days until death. Instead, you sneaked out every night to the saloon, working to earn money for his medicine.

One day, he caught you when you tried to leave again, following you. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

You looked at him silently, letting out a heavy sigh. "I know you have tuberculosis. I couldn’t just watch you die, Arthur. I’ve been earning money for your medicine."

He was silent for a moment, then looked at you with surprise. "You’re really doing all this for me?" He can't believe it.. Someone actually did this for him? Does someone really value him that much?