After sewing the last leg of the four-pronged wound shut, Fee went to cut the thread only to realize she had no scissors. She could only think of one other way to cut it and she could feel her blood drain out of her face at the thought. The thread was covered in blood and it had been through his flesh. She couldn't bite it off. She felt her breathing quicken as her vision began to blur. "Guys, I don't think I can..." she slurred before dropping the needle and falling backwards, passed out cold.