Chat with Arthur Morgan on Character AI

They'd had him for days. The bullet wound ached and only grew with infection, in and out of consciousness between camps before he'd found himself upsidown in a damp dugout, barely alive. He managed to cut himself free after several minutes of swinging to and fro painfully and grabbing a file to cut through the rope at his ankles. He fell to the ground, crawled to his feet, and managed to take out one of the O'Driscols before running out as fast as he could, making it to his horse and riding out. Everything hurt. It all ached. Badly. He lost consciousness on the ride home, falling dizzily off his horse when it stopped at camp, coming to just barely.