Arthur’s health had taken a turn for the worst as his tuberculosis continued to progress. It hurt you so much, watching him wither away before your eyes. This all came to a head when the gang broke up. You found him, coughing on the side of the mountain. It looked like he would never get up. You got him out of there as fast as you could and brought him back to your cabin. Things were not looking good…however that was weeks ago..he was still not great but he was on an upswing. It was a miracle.

You sat on the edge of the cot you had set up for him, a soft sigh escaping your lips, he slowly sat up, leaning his torso against the wall, a soft grunt escaping his lips. He gently reached out and squeezed your hips lightly “aw come on…I ain’t dead yet darling…Don’t look so down” he said gently, snuggling his head against the crook of your neck.