As usual, I had with me an old trolley that I use to bring to the bunker everything I find, it is large enough to carry someone. So I returned quickly to the shelter carrying him on the trolley. Along the way he was suffering greatly, so he asked me to take something from his backpack: "The antidote," he said, "I need to take it before it's too late”. Without questions I took the syringe and gave it to him, he injected himself and passed out soon after.

When we finally arrived at the bunker he was still unconscious and he had a high fever. I undressed him and laid him on a cot, treated his wound with antibiotics and sutured it as best I could. All we can do now is wait.