Nicole realized she was imposing a significant request on Jarrod, who likely preferred to rescue her without distraction. Yet, with his sharp knife, Jarrod could release Roscoe much quicker than she could.

The area teemed with parasites, as every nest had ruptured, continuously releasing more creatures into their perilous environment.

The sheer magnitude of parasites made it impossible for human efforts alone to prevail, and their only shield, the fire sticks, provided mere fleeting defense.

As the urgency mounted with each passing second, Nicole, with a softer tone, implored, “Help me save him, and I owe you one."

Despite his initial hesitance, Nicole's plea influenced Jarrod. He handed her an unlit fire stick for self-protection. "Keep vigilant and defend yourself," he instructed before moving to the rear of the lotus platform where Roscoe was bound. Jarrod swiftly severed the bindings, revealing his proficiency.

Roscoe was visibly surprised by Jarrod's aid, given their strained history. He managed a genuine, "Thank you."

However, Jarrod's response was chilling. He kept his knife drawn, pressing it slightly against Roscoe's throat with a menacing whisper.

"Stay away from my wife, or next time, I won't hesitate."

Roscoe remained silent, his expression stern.

Nicole, alert to the encroaching parasites, called out, “Are you done?"

Jarrod, after a final look at Roscoe, sheathed his knife and replied, "Yes."

Nicole turned and saw Roscoe, fatigued and pale, leaning against the lotus platform.

“Jarrod, carry him out of here," Nicole commanded.

Jarrod paused, a hint of reluctance in his voice. "Carry him?" He believed he had already done his part by not leaving Roscoe behind.

Nicole, noticing Jarrod's hesitation, urged, "We need to move fast. He's been drugged and can't walk."

She knew the drug's effects well, having experienced its potent but paralyzing impact before. It left the user incapacitated for a couple of hours while it worked. Recovery for Roscoe could take even longer, given the dosage he had been fed.

Jarrod looked at Roscoe, who showed no desire to be carried, and seemed conflicted.

Roscoe, not wanting to leave Nicole in a pickle, insisted, "No need. Get Nicole to safety and leave me."

Nicole quickly retorted, "This isn't the time for valor. We can't waste time."

The parasites were relentless, hunger driving them to attack. Any moment of hesitation would make them prey.