“Where are we? Volker exclaimed, suddenly coming awake.

Erika put her hand on his shoulder.

“We’re in the back of a cart. They are taking us to someone who can help you,” she said.

Volker groaned.

“You’re going to be okay,” she insisted.

“I guess I passed out?”

“Yes, you passed out.” She added, “But you didn’t lose that much blood.”

“Yeah,” he said, “I’ve always had a problem with the sight of blood, especially my ...