71 - One More Day

                                    

                                          
Natasha could sense the end of the Van der Linde gang drawing upon her.
Everyone was going crazy.
Strauss was kicked out.
Dutch was screaming at Susan.
Javier was going around questioning everyone's loyalty, especially to Arthur, John and Charles.
Sean and Karen were never seen without a bottle in their hands.
Bill was also drinking but kept insisting that everyone should listen to Dutch and that everything was going to be fine but quietly, Natasha and himself knew something bad was going to happen involving Dutch and the two he claims as sons; Arthur and John.
Pearson was crying, claiming that everyone and everything was doomed.
Natasha was crying more than usual, screaming in her dreams as nightmares kept plummeting into her mind showing signs of betrayal, illness and death.
The only thing what was getting her through was knowing that Colm O'Driscoll had been killed. Hanged. Justice.
Then, the worse part came when she had a private conversation with Arthur. 
She was walking through camp when she heard a hefty cough coming from behind a tree, just a little outside of camp. She squinted her eyes, trying to get a better look and sure enough noticed Arthur's journal at the side meaning the cough would have come from him.
He had been coughing a lot recently, she just out it down to the flu she had a while back near Rhodes but she had seen the dangerous pink lines that surrounded his pupil, his skin turning yellow as the days go by. He looked in a pretty bad way.
"Mr Morgan?" She crept up on him, him flinching slightly but relaxing as the short-haired outlaw came into view.
"Hello." He grunted, sitting up more so he didn't seem rude but she raised her hand, insisting that it was fine and sat across from him, slightly to the side so the glare of the sun didn't completely blind her vision.
"How're you?" He asked before she could ask him, almost pacing himself of what he was going to tell her.
"I've been-"
"Up to no good from what I heard." Arthur gave her a doubtful look, cutting her off from speaking.
Her face faltered an expression, sighing softly as she too knew that she was making rash choices recently. Javier was still furious with her and she had been arguing back with camp members a lot more.
"You could say that." She started picking at the grass beneath her idly then looking back up to Arthur, his eyes now closed as he let the sun soak into his face.
"What about you? How're you?"
Arthur opened one eye and looked at her, seeing the worried look on her face which hurt his heart. He did really like Natasha like a sister, like a good friend of his and he knew it was going to hurt her.
"I'm... well, I'm not too good."
"Yeah I can see that." She chuckled softly, trying to make light of it all and played it off like it was a common cough.
"No I-" He cut himself off, sitting forward, his back hunched as he looked down at her hands, noticing them only slightly started to tremble, knowing something was wrong.
"I'm dying, Natasha."
Natasha processed the information fairly quickly, sucking on her left cheek.
"L-l-l-like a bug? Like just a cough?" She stammered, her heart dropping to the bottom of her hungry stomach.