is Mr. Klopper doing?” Jimmy asked, and this seemed to drag the conversation away from the bus and back to the injured driver instead. 

“Not good.” Marko replied.  “He keeps trying to talk, but we can’t make out anything he is saying.”

“Okay. We need to get that branch out of his neck.  I’m going to need your help.” Jimmy said, hunching down next to Mr. Klopper’s head.  He seemed to have passed out again, his eyes closed but still gurgling bloody breaths through his mouth.  He took the pair of leather gloves from Scott and then positioned himself with his legs on either side of the branch protruding from Mr. Klopper’s neck.  With gloved hands he gently grabbed the nearest end of the branch.

“I’m going...

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