Arthur's senses were blurry to say the least. All he could see was a blinding white and all he could hear was some incessant beeping along with muffled voices. All over his body he felt an aching pain, especially around his chest. Arthur didn't really know what to make of it. Was this Heaven? Was this Hell? Wherever he was he knew one thing for certain. The afterlife hurt like a bitch.

"Where am I," he croaked out painfully, his throat feeling itchy and dry. He tried to get up, but he felt a firm but calming hand being placed on his shoulder that forced him back down.

"Please try and lay down, we don't want you to hurt yourself." Someone said to him.

His vision was starting to clear, and he could see that he was lying in a bed with white walls surrounding him. There were health posters littered across the wall, and a privacy curtain that went around the bed. Arthur lifted his head and saw two individuals in front of him. The one with their hand on his shoulder was a man that looked to be in his early to mid-thirties. He had hazel combed hair, a well-maintained moustache and emerald eyes behind square glasses. He was wearing a green coat that matched his eyes, as well as a white shirt. His jeans and tie were both a matching brown. The man removed his hand from him when he lied back down. Not like Arthur had the strength to try and get back up anyway.

The other individual was a young woman in her early twenties. She was wearing a nurse's uniform and circle rimmed glasses. She had dark skin, her hair looked to be a burgundy color, and her eyes were a soft hazel that showed kindness and sympathy towards Arthur.

"Who are you people?" Arthur asked before he went into another fit of coughing. When he was done, the girl held a glass of water up to Arthur's mouth. He drank it greedily, his throat feeling a bit better with the cool water passing through. "Thank you Miss."

"You're welcome." The woman replied in a comforting tone.

"To answer your questions mister, you're currently in my clinic. My name is Dr. Harvey Cohen, and this here is my assistant Maru Banks." Harvey introduced.

"I'm in a hospital?" Arthur asked, still groggy and tired.

"You are," Harvey began, "and we brought you in a couple of weeks ago. You were in terrible condition when we found you in the mountains."

"Yeah well TB tends to do that to you." Arthur said causing the doctor's eyes to widen.

"TB? As in tuberculosis?" Harvey asked for confirmation.

"Yeah," Arthur confirmed, "you familiar with-it doc."

"I've heard about it, never actually had to treat it. Maru could you get some antibiotics in the cabinet by the front desk." Harvey said

"Of course, Harvey." Maru said leaving the two men by themselves.

Harvey then took a seat on a chair beside Arthur's bed and pulled out a notepad. "May I also ask for your name Mister…"

"Morgan, Arthur Morgan." He heard the doctor scribble that down.

"May I ask you some more questions Mr. Morgan?" Harvey asked.

"Sure, if you can answer some of mine." Arthur had to be careful, he would need to omit anything referring to his time in the gang. He might still have a bounty on his head, and he'd rather not deal with the law or any more Pinkertons.

"Of course, let's begin. How old are you?"

"Thirty-six."

"Do you smoke?"

"Yeah."

"How long have you had TB?"

"Five or six months, I think"

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"Got in a fight with some bastard." Technically wasn't a lie.

"That explains the bruises. Any lung problems in your family history?"

"I wouldn't know, parents died when I was younger."

Harvey's scribbling stopped. "I'm sorry to hear that Mr. Morgan." He said with consolation.

"It's fine, it happened a long time ago." Arthur assured. "Now can you tell me which city or town I'm in doc?"

"You're currently in Pelican town which is in Stardew Valley." Harvey answered. This caused Arthur to go rigid. He remembered what the strange man said and what he offered.

Stardew Valley? Guess the man wasn't full of shit, Arthur thought to himself. He supposed that this was the start of his second chance and tried to reach for the deed but found nothing. In fact, he wasn't wearing his old clothes, he was in a hospital gown.

"Where's my stuff?" He asked Harvey. The doctor pointed to a dresser beside the bed.

"Right there, and before you ask no one went through any of it." The doctor answered. Arthur nodded his head in appreciation.

"Listen doc, I need a favor to ask of you." Harvey had his full attention towards Arthur and gestured for him to continue. He remembered what the strange man told him. "The reason I'm in this valley is to take up a farm near here, I have a deed for the place from my granddaddy." He thought he would simply go with the story the strange man said to him, cause at this point he couldn't think of anything better.

Harvey looked at him in stunned silence. For a moment Arthur was worried that the farm was already taken, or that the doctor didn't believe him. Then Harvey began to laugh.

"You wanted to take over that dilapidated farm while suffering from TB." He said as though the mere idea of it was impossible.

Arthur let out a chuckle. "Well, I thought that plowing fields and hauling animal shit would be a good couple of final days before the TB finally got to me." Harvey then looked at Arthur with a serious expression.

"Wait a second Mr. Morgan. Have you seen a doctor, before me, about your TB?" Harvey asked.

"Well yeah, there wasn't much they could do though." Arthur replied. Harvey looked down then muttered to himself, Arthur couldn't catch much of what he said other than 'incompetent doctors.' "Is everything alright doc?" Harvey looked back up at Arthur.

"Yeah, listen, if you want to take up that farm that's a conversation you'll have to have with our mayor. Also, as a doctor I will not allow you to work until you're in better condition or until we cure your TB." Arthur looked at the doctor in stunned silence.

"Cure my TB," Arthur repeated, "you can do that?" He asked with hope filling his voice.

"I'm not going to make any promises, but if you take some antibiotics and plenty of rest it should be cured." Arthur was silent as he looked at the doctor with a sense of appreciation. Tears were starting to form in his eyes.

"T-thank you doctor. How much do I owe you." He said with gratitude.

Harvey shook his head. "You don't have to pay me Mr. Morgan, it seems you've suffered enough." Maru entered the room again holding several pill bottles. "Ah, right on time." He grabbed one of the bottles and checked the label. He nodded his head and opened it letting some pills fall into his hand. He handed the pills to Arthur, and then left the room for a few seconds, then reentered the room holding a glass of water. "You'll have to swallow those if you want your TB cured." Harvey explained.

Arthur didn't hesitate. He popped the pills in his mouth, grabbed the water from Harvey and began to swallow. It was difficult due to his sore throat, but he managed it. "So, I'm cured now?" Arthur asked.

Harvey just chuckled. "Not exactly you'll need to take that medicine daily or else the bacteria will become immune to the antibiotics. You should be discharged in a couple of weeks just in time for the start of spring. I could also get the mayor right now so you two could talk about inheriting the farm, if you have the strength for it."

"I'm sure I can handle it." Arthur replied.

"Ok then, I'll be back in a minute. If you need anything Maru will be happy to help you." And with that Harvey walked out. Arthur then turned his full attention towards the young nurse.

"Would you like some more water Mister?" Maru offered.

"No thanks, and it's Arthur Morgan Miss Banks." Arthur said properly introducing himself to her.

"Pleased to meet you Mr. Morgan, and you can just call me Maru." Maru replied politely. She sat down on the chair where Harvey was just minutes ago. A dull silence fell between the two of them with the only sound being Arthur's breathing and the beeping of a heart monitor.

"When we found you in the mountains," Maru said breaking the silence, "we didn't think you were alive. You were so cold and pale even when we found a pulse we didn't think you'd make it." Arthur himself also didn't think he was going to make it, but apparently someone else had other plans.

"So, you were the one that found me?" Arthur asked.

"Well, it was actually my brother that found you first. He, my dad, and my mom managed to drag you down from the mountains to the clinic. I just checked your vitals to make sure you were actually alive." Maru explained.

Arthur nodded his head in understanding. "Well, I'll be sure to give your family my thanks when the time comes."

"You don't have to thank us Mr. Morgan, we were just doing the right thing." Maru replied earnestly. "In fact, they've been asking about you since you've come in here. However only me and Harvey have been allowed to see you, doctor-patient confidentiality I suppose. Actually, the entire town has been asking about you, we're a small town so we don't get much visitors, much less visitors on the verge of death."

Arthur wondered just how small this town was. He wouldn't mind living here if the place was the size of Strawberry, Valantine, or Van Horn. He much preferred the small towns over the big cities like Saint Denis. His thoughts were interrupted when Harvey came back with another man following right behind him.

The new man looked like he was in his fifties with silverish hair. He had a handlebar moustache and was wearing a brown cap a green shirt with a yellow tie, and brown suspenders.

"Well, if it isn't the mysterious mountain man himself. I'm Lewis Sinclair, the mayor of Pelican town. And I must say you gave the town a good fright when we found you." He said introducing himself.

"Your mysterious mountain man's name is Arthur Morgan. And I must apologize that my appearance frightened folk." Arthur said politely trying to make a good impression on the local authority.

"Now Doctor Harvey, Maru, could you leave us with some privacy?" Lewis asked. Harvey nodded his head leaving the two of them with Maru following suit. "Harvey told me you needed to speak with me."

"Yeah I have the deed for that farm nearby, inherited it from my granddaddy. I was hoping to get myself situated in it sometime soon." Arthur explained to Lewis, who just nodded his head with a look of nostalgia washing over his face.

"I remember your grandfather well; he was a great farmer and an even greater friend." Lewis reminisced.

"Sadly, I never knew him very well. He was practically a stranger to me." Which was actually the truth. Arthur never knew any of his grandparents from either side of his family; the only time he ever saw his grandfather was in an old photo his father owned.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Lewis said solemnly. "But I think you will manage to live up to his name." Arthur smiled at the man.

"Well, thank you for the confidence sir." Arthur said with genuine appreciation.

"No problem Mr. Morgan. The farm has mostly been abandoned since your grandfather passed away, so we'll tidy up the farmhouse and get it ready for you until you're discharged from the clinic." Lewis told Arthur.

"Much obliged." Arthur thanked him.

"I have to go Mr. Morgan. Duty calls, and I'll inform the town of our new permanent resident. Goodbye Mr. Morgan." Lewis said.

"Goodbye to you too Mr. Sinclair." Arthur replied to a departing mayor.

Harvey and Maru reentered informing him that if he needed them that he should push a button on the side of the bed. Apparently they needed to attend to other duties in the clinic, but this suited Arthur just fine. He needed a moment to process all that's happened.

The first being, did he die? He sure felt like he died on that mountain, or did the man do something else to him? There also came the problem of explaining his past. Would people accept him if he told them about his past? He decided he would try and keep that part of his life a secret for as long as he could, so he would need to come up with a believable back story while he was recovering. There was one more final problem for Arthur, he had no idea how to be a farmer.