“Hello, Hans. Thank you for coming so quickly,” Alexander replied, more focused on me. “Do you have needle and suture thread? Skin patches and all that? I need them. And bandages, disinfectants, wound ointment…”
He turned just for a moment to give his fellow kind that particular greeting that consisted of gripping each other firmly by the wrist.
“I have everything. The idea was to operate on you,” the newcomer said, then looked at me. “Ma’am, my name is Hans Schneider, I’m a doctor,” he added, and I looked at him for a moment as well before returning the greeting with a slight nod of my head—something that, to my paranoid self, would have set off alarms. “Alexander, let me treat her and you go rest a bit. I need you strong for the procedure.”
The one in question was busy with something
