Roscoe, unfazed by the blood and urgency, corrected Jarrod. “Your angle is off. There's a joint between the bones that has shifted from the impact."

Roscoe felt around with his hand and after a brief search, directed, "You need to cut from here."

Such precision typically required a professional doctor. Ordinary people might find it challenging, given that doctors had a far deeper understanding of human anatomy.

Jarrod followed the direction indicated by Roscoe, pursed his lips and was about to make another cut when a groan erupted. “Ah... Ugh.."

Alec awoke to sharp pain. As his eyes fluttered open and settled on Jarrod, he blurted out, "Sir... Damn it! That woman didn't pull you... She pulled her lover... Ah..."

Alec's words trailed off into a grimace of pain. Glancing around, he realized everyone was gathering around him. He had been unconscious and thought much time had passed.

Nicole's face blanched upon hearing Alec's words. She remained silent, acknowledging that she indeed hadn't helped Jarrod.

Roscoe's lips parted as if he was about to speak, but Nicole pressed down on his arm, silencing him before he could defend her.

Jarrod seemed unaffected by Alec's comment, his attention elsewhere.

The pain refocused Alec's attention on his own condition. He stared at his arm, which was drenched in blood and numb, and after a long pause, he asked, "What happened to me?"

"Your arm was crushed," Jarrod responded calmly. “It needs to be amputated."

Alec was struck silent, the gravity of the situation rendering the surrounding deathly still.

Alec's complexion turned ashen, his expression unreadable, but it was clear he struggled to come to terms with the loss.

The arm in question was his right, and Alec was not left-handed. He faced a daunting future without the use of his dominant arm.

Amidst Alec's prolonged silence, Jarrod was the first to speak again.

“There's no anesthesia here. You'll have to endure it.”

Jarrod's tone, steady and seemingly cold, might appear cruel to some.

However, those familiar with him understood better. It was not indifference but concern. Jarrod was focused on ensuring Alec did not lose his life over this.

"Okay." Alec didn't protest. At this juncture, he knew that any hesitation would only heighten the risk.

Yet, internally, Alec grappled with a profound fear. If he lost his arm, he felt he would rather die. To him, losing an arm and becoming disabled was an unacceptable outcome.