Exit Wounds | The Script

Rescue

*Danny's POV*

It's been a long day. The lads and I have been up in the studio all day working on out fourth album and it's coming together nicely I guess. Really looking forward to what the fans will think of it!

"See ya lads, i'm heading home." I call out from the entrance of the studio.

"Bye Dan"

"See ya mate" I hear two voices call out from inside the studio.

I grab my leather jacket and sling it over my shoulder and head for the entrance. I hear the rain pelting down and hammering on the windows.

"Fucckkk" I say under my breath. Why does it always have to rain in Ireland? But deep down, I know that I love the Irish rain really. I grab Mark's umbrella from by the door as I have to walk home. Mark will be shit annoyed but it's better that then get drenched.

I speedwalk down the road and turn off down another road which is beginning to flood. The rain has got even more extreme now, it's bulleting down onto my umbrella and running down the sides into my hair. I huddle into my jacket and walk on.

Suddenly I stop. I can hear something. Something faint. A cry of help? I strain my ears but all I hear is the rain pounding on top of my umbrella. Pull yourself together Dan, I think to myself. Get a move on you're getting soaked!

I walk on feeling uncertain. I know in my heart that I heard something but I'm not sure what it was.

"Help please help". I hear the cry again but this time I definitely know that it was a plea of help. Someone's in danger. I run to the corner of the road and look beyond.

A girl is lying on the grass. She is completely soaked to the skin. She's shivering uncontrollable and a battered suitcase lies beside her.

"Please help me" she quietly cries.

My heart pounds. What is a young girl like her doing on the streets of Dublin at this time of day when it's raining hard? I rush over to hear and kneel down.

Her eyes flick open. From the dim streetlight I can see that they are full of sadness, anger and terror.

"It's okay" I reassure her. "I'm here to help."

Instantly her muscles ease.

"You will help me?" She says questionably. Her voice is shaky and her throat sounds parched.

"Yes" I state.

"Let's take you back to my home and sort you out."

Her eyes close and she curls up, trying to gain warmth from her body. I can't see her facial features to close detail, all I can make out that she is ghostly pale. I need to get her inside before she gets hypothermia.

She's shivering more now, her body jittering underneath my fingers. I take my jacket off and wrap it around her. I pick her up bridal style and she carries her suitcase on top of her. Emergency mode springs into me as I run down the street to the flat.

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I finally make it. I fumble desperately with the key whilst trying to hold her with my other hand.

"Shit" I curse, as the key doesn't click open the door.

Come on Dan come on Dan, I chant to myself.

The door springs open and I rush inside, I quickly lay the girl out on the sofa and rush back to close the door, shutting out the wind, rain and coldness. I lean against the door, a sigh rushing through me. I did it.

Panic suddenly jolts through me. What the hell did I just do? Did I Danny O'Donoghue just rescue a stranger off the street?

I internally smack myself. Stop being a prick Dan and get a move on. The girls freezing cold and soaked to the skin. Do a good deed and make your father proud.

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