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“I’m going to count from three, okay Jonathan?” She waited until he nodded, and forced a weak smile. “This is going to be over soon, and if we don't do this, you're going to be in worse shape than you already are.” He gritted his teeth and stared into her eyes, refusing to look away. She breathed in deeply, and began to count. “Three… two… one!” on one, she forced the iron against the wound as hard as she could, holding it down with all the strength she could muster. He screamed, thrashing wildly against the three people holding him down, until Amy had counted to five. She pulled the iron away from his skin, and the smell of burning flesh filled the room. The bleeding had stopped, at least, and in its place was an angry looking burn. Jonathan went limp and collapsed against the surface of the counter. Amy quickly handed off the iron to Colin, and rushed over to Janie, who wrapped her in a firm hug as Amy clutched her as tightly as possible. Benji had turned to Jonathan, trying to wake him up and comfort him, as much for his sake as Jonathan's, and Colin was left in the middle of the kitchen, holding a hot iron that reeked of burning flesh.