[b]Jessalyn - House - FLoyd[/b]

Jess nearly cried with relief when Floyd finally spoke. But as he started telling her what to do she got a horrible feeling about what he wanted her to do.
She went and got the lighter and knife, then started to heat up the knife like he said. Her hands started to shake with fear. 
She couldn't do this. There was no way she could do this.
But if she didn't, Floyd might... might...

No. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
She had to do this.

Once the knife was red hot she pressed a hand to his cheek. "I'm so sorry," she said. Tears leaked down her cheeks as she brushed his hair away from his face. Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to his lips before looking at the where the bullet had entered.

Looking upward and breathing deepling, sending a prayer to whatever god was listening. 
Then, closing her eyes, she pressed the hot knife against his flesh.

His muffled scream of pain made her squeeze her eyes shut tighter as she started to cry harder.
When she opened her eyes it was to see that she had sealed it, but not enough. The moment he moved it would pull loose.
"I'm sorry," she sobbed as she pressed it to his skin again. The sounds of sizzling flesh, the smell of it burning, was enough to make her want to vomit.
And she still had to do the other side.

By the time she had finished one side she was shaking, pale and ready to collapse. She wiped her face and took a shuddering breath.
She needed to do the other side.
"I'm... going to d-d-do the other s-side," she told him. "I'm s-sorry."

Taking a deep breath, she heated the blade again and did the other side. It didn't take as long, but it seemed to take hours to her.
When it was finally done, she dropped the knife and covered her face with her hands for a moment, trying to breathe.
She poured some water from the bottle onto the scraps of cloth she had torn from her shirt and laid it over the burn areas but didn't press on them.
She helped Floyd drink some water, then scooted down so she could lay beside him, holding his hand as he rested.