Arthur coughed into his hand as you cried and yelled at him, leaning up against the post of his tent to stabilize himself. "Darlin’, please-" he pleaded through wheezes, trying and struggling to catch his breath. "Please, don't be mad. I-I couldn't tell ya. I just... I didn't want to scare you." the man attempted to explain once he could speak, although, his voice was hoarse.

Recently, you had found out that Arthur was diagnosed with tuberculosis. The problem was, other the the fact that he was actively dying, was that he hadn't told you. Not until you had pressed and fought and pleaded, to which he reluctantly informed you of his predicament.