Perfect. Rain. Rain smacked the roof of the rusty red Peugeot so hard Kate couldnt even hear herself think. Let alone the corny advert blaring from the radio.

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        Rain. Rain smacked the roof of the rusty red Peugeot so hard Kate couldn’t even hear herself think. Let alone the corny advert blaring from the radio.

        All she could see were her windscreen wipers relentlessly trying to sweep the water aside, but to no avail. No lights, no people, no nothing.

        Not anything she corrected herself. She was right though you wouldn’t find anything on a country road. Even the only rod that leads into the isolated town of Twiggleton. Alone.

        She wished that the taste of that burger she had earlier she had earlier would go away. If she could just reach the water under her seat then - no she couldn’t take her hands off the wheel. Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink.

        Salty chips stank out her car. A mixture of types, “fish and chip shop” chips, “McDonalds” and “Chinese” chips. It had been her turn to be the chauffeur for her friends. She hadn’t been tense then despite the downpour but that wasn’t the case now.

        She clutched the wheel so hard that she could feel the sticky sweat on her clammy hands. Her knuckles were a milky white. She sat forward on the edge of the driver’s seat attempting to concentrate on the bumpy road she knew off by heart.

        Sighing, she rested her head back against the seat and tried to relax.

        “Relax Kate,” she murmured but she could hardly hear herself over the constant banging of water on the metal roof. If it wasn’t for the waterfall that fell from the heavens she’d f gone to sleep.

        Glancing left, she saw something she didn’t expect.

        There was a girl, of her age, in the bushes.

        She slammed on the brakes, spraying water everywhere from the puddles. She undid her seatbelt and flung open the door, forgetting to shut it again.

        The rain instantly pounded her face so she shielded her eyes as she ran towards to where she thought she had seen the girl. As she approached the girl, she could see that the girl was naked. She sprinted the last couple of meters and shouted, “Hello, can you hear me?” over the rain.

        She tried to lift the pretty blonde girl even though it was obvious that being about the same age, they were probably around the same weight. She muttered various curses under her breath, even though it was unbecoming of a lady like, as her mother would say., She heaved again and the limp body raised an inch, if that.

        She half carried, half dragged the girl towards her car.

        “Think,” she spoke imperceptibly, “DRABS”. She checked for response again, opened the airway, checked for breathing and then signs of life. She was surprisingly calm. She remembered all her first-aid training sessions.

        “I’m a firstaider. Don’t worry, I’m just going to put you in the recovery position.” She said it more to herself than to the girl. She never thought she’d ever be doing this for real. She gently placed her dogs blanket over the lifeless body.

        What next she pondered. She shut the back door and climbed back into her now sopping wet seat. She was surprised the heater was still working although the car was freezing cold. She turned the heater on full blast and then went through her training again. Phone.

        Her hands began to shake as she dialled the three numbers on her Nokia 3310. It was then that she began to panic like she had earlier when she was driving.

        “Hello Emergency Services, what service do you require?” asked the monotone voice of a bored woman.

        A..ambulance p..p..please.” Kate stammered, glancing back at the lump under the blanket.

        “What’s the problem?”

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        She froze. What was she supposed to say. How could she make it sound as if she’d found someone without sounding so stupid.

        “Hello?” asked the voice again.

        “Oh. I’ve found someone. An unconscious girl of about 17 in some bushes along the road to Twiggleton, about 3 miles off the M40.

        “Are they breathing?”

        “Yes I’ve put them in the recovery position. I’ve put them in the back seat of my car, put a blanket over them and put the heating on.”

        “Details. Do you know the casualties name?”

        “No.”

        “What is your name?”

“Kate, Kate Rawlins.”

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