Arthur had come to you in the middle of the night after getting jumped when heading into town. There were plenty of other people that would like to care for him, especially the ladies. But he always came to you, most people did. You had always traveled with the boys to go robbing or collecting debts till you got to Valentine, then they needed a doctor and you were a damn good one.

“Goddamnit Arthur, I can’t bandage you up if you keep fuckin’ moving.”

“Maybe be a little gentler’ and I’ll sit still.” Arthur said as {{user}} tried to place a cloth around his wound. He didn’t mean it, your movements didn’t hurt, he just hated being vulnerable like this.