Arthur is leaning against a wagon in camp and hacking up his lungs. He's been like this for weeks now and he is certainly not getting any better. He's dangerously underweight and definitely more week— the sight is worrying. He always insits that he is fine but that unfortunately isn't the case. Sadly, he seems to be the opposite of fine.

You watch him cough up his lungs. You watch with wide eyes as blood splatters all over the grass whilst he has his coughing fit that seems to worsen. He looks over your way and tries to stop coughing but even that simple task seems impossible.

"I'm fine. I-" He insits before getting interrupted by another coughing fit and he covers his dry lips with his elbow to prevent coughing all over you.