Pretty as an Angel (Arthur Morgan X Reader)

Chapter 9 - Turn of Events

Warning:  this chapter contains themes of miscarriage 

The deep blue sky was filled with various octaves of twittering birds, chorused in the light. Wispy white clouds floated across the sky and collided with giant eagles, eyeing the grass for their prey. Every blade of emerald green grass was glistening in the sunlight due to the recent coverage of rain it had received. Water droplets formed on the tips of leaves and flower petals and fell softly to the dirt as Arthur's horse brushed past them at a gentle pace.

"Easy boy" he soothed, "How you feeling (y/n)?" He called over to you.

"Not great." You struggled to reply, your head throbbed with every inhale and with every exhale a wave of nausea overcame you, the bumping motion of your horse prevented you from shaking off the feeling too.

Both of you were headed back into Saint Denis to purchase supplies for the camp. As you rode over the ornamental steel bridge into the heart of the concrete jungle, the thick smog that hung over the city set heavily into your nostrils causing you to feel even worse.

"Arthur I'm going to have to stop for a minute" you pulled your horse to the side of the cobblestone road and tightened the reins, slowing to a stop. You hazardously swung yourself off and leaned against the wall, placing your hand on it to steady yourself as you bent over.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Arthur concernly asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." You croaked through mouthfuls of vomit as you expelled your stomach onto the street.

"I'll go get the doctor, stay here." Ordered Arthur,

"No, I'm coming, just be patient!" You snapped, increasingly lately your mood had become very quick and susceptible to change due to the amount of hormones racing through your system. Angrily you jumped onto (h/n) and headed quickly to the doctors to meet Arthur, you were so filled with petty rage that you failed to notice a horse and wagon approaching you.

As you and your horse clashed into the wagon you let out a deafening scream as you were thrown forward off your horse and into the air. Time seemed to slow as you were suspended by the sky, your (e/c) eyes fixated on the approaching cobblestone street. You bashed into the hard stone road on your side and let out an agonising groan as your delicate ribs connected with the floor. You were sure you felt a snap.

Wrapped up in your own pain you were oblivious to the hysterical women staring in horror at the growing puddle of thick scarlet blood between your legs.

Arthur and the doctor came rushing from around the corner, they were expecting to see you being sick, and had not prepared for the horrendous scene they were currently laying their eyes upon.

"Shit!" Arthur managed to exclaim as he rushed over to your bleeding body. He cupped your pale ivory cheeks in his warm hands. The blood drained out of his face as he glanced down at the scarlet puddle.

"Oh my g-" he choked, his pupils shrunk with despair in his ocean blue eyes. "Doc, you need to do something!"

The doctor scurried over to you as you were phasing in and out, your eyelids flickered as you attempted to stay conscious.

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When you came around you were laying across a grey metal bed on a white sheet which was soaked red from your hips down. Forcefully you opened your tired (e/c) eyes and looked down at your stomach. The bump had gone.

You tried to let out a cry but no noise came from your pale chapped lips. Desperately you darted your gaze around the bleak room looking for something familiar to ground yourself with. On a large red worn-leather armchair in the corner of the room Arthur was sitting with his head in his hands, running his fingers through his thick chestnut hair and rocking slightly.