330. Was this the end?

“But how, Jimmy? How? What should I do?”

“Listen... heat this knife. Get it out.”

“No. No. I can't do this.”

“Get it out, Jemma. You will have to do it. I won't be able to get you home safely otherwise. You have to take it out.”

“No. No...”

“Get up... heat the knife. Go.”

Jemma gathered courage and heated the knife tip from the lighter. Noah kept smoking a cigarette, trying to breathe.

“Now… take it out…”

Jemma's hands trembled as she clutched the knife, her gaze fixed on the wounded man before her. Before she could make a move, he interrupted, "Wait..."

A look of tension crossed Jemma's face as she stared at him, awaiting his next words.

"Give me your scarf.”

Without hesitation, she removed her scarf and handed it over. He placed it in his mouth, a shocking sight that left her wide-eyed.

Closing his eyes and leaning back, he prepared himself for the imminent pain. Jemma tightened her grip on the knife, attempting to muster the courage to proceed. Her hands shook uncontrolla