Layla rushed back to Nolan, lighter in hand. "Sir..." she knelt beside him, panic etched on her face. The blue discoloration on his skin was spreading rapidly. "I've got the lighter," she quivered, placing shaky hands on his shoulders. "Burn it out," he rasped, his breath ragged.

Layla's eyes widened. "Burn what out? What about the bullets?" she exclaimed, her breathing hard. "The poison, for fuck's sake!" Nolan gritted his teeth, pain etched on his face. The poison was spreading fast.

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