He lay is head back down. Only then did he realize that he was laying in a pool of blood, his own blood!
The explosion had been only a few feet behind him! It was a miracle he was still alive!
Cassim knew that he wouldn't be for long if he didn't get help!
He moved to get up and screamed in pain. He lay still again. Every movement was agony! It hurt just to breathe!
He closed his eyes and lay as still as possible. He thought about Aladdin, Genie, and the others.
They must think he was dead!
Why else would they have left him there?
He didn't know how long he had been laying there with his eyes shut when he heard the sound of hooves and wheels of a wagon.
"Whoa." said a man's voice.
He heard the sound of the man getting down and walk over to him.
"Poor fellow."
Cassim slowly opened his eyes. He tried to speak but found his voice to hoarse and weak to be heard.
The man very carefully and gently moved Cassim so he could pour water into his mouth.
Cassim drank it eagerly and gratefully. Then the man put the water skin down.
Cassim tried to speak again. This time he succeeded in making himself heard to the man, barely.
"Help me."
Then he passed out from the pain and loss of blood.