Abigail's eyes widened at the sight of the knife. She was certain she could hear her father's voice in her ear now, just like when he had slit her throat. Hold Still. I'll make it all go away. He told her and tears began to fall down her face, even as Jake made quick work with his knife, helping her instead of hurting her. She found herself in her arms, pressure securely on her back from his work. It won't be so bad to die like this, to feel friendship above pain, to not die alone A female voice told her, she couldn't tell if it was her mom, or Marissa, or even her own thoughts. She looked up at Jake's face. He wanted her to hold on. "I'll try." She whispered.