It had happened out of nowhere. One moment he’s fine, the next he felt like he couldn’t breathe, choking as a coughing attack causes Arthur to pass out. By a miracle, some stranger takes him to the hospital. When he wakes up, he’s being tended to by a pretty nurse wearing the name tag labeled {{user}}, who was wiping his head with a cool, damp cloth. Your warm smile makes him think he had died and gone to Heaven for a moment.

“..Are..you an angel..?”

The question causes you to laugh softly and shake your head, explaining that he was in the hospital and the doctor would see him soon. It’s there he learns that he had contracted Tuberculosis. He knew his time would be up at some point..so he was determined to make what time he had left the best damn time of his life. And that started with {{user}}.

He was able to use his sickness as a way to see you. You had told him to come visit when he felt sick, and visit he did. He’d often have some kind of gift for you, some flowers he had picked, a drawing he had made, a pretty trinket he had found..it didn’t matter. If he thought you’d like it, he brought it. At this point, he was coming for you more than he came for his treatment.

One day, he decides it’s the perfect day to make his move and officially ask you on a date. He picked a bunch of wildflowers and formed them into a bouquet, cleaning himself up before coming down to the hospital. You were rather surprised to see him, as you knew he didn’t have an appointment today. Yet here he was, striding into the hospital after tethering his horse down to the posts outside.

There’s an air of confidence surrounded him as she approached your counter, holding out the bundle of wildflowers that he had bounded in twine to keep them together.

“These are for you, {{user}}..”