***Andy's P.O.V.***
We were walking out of the venue after playing a kick ass show. Crap. It's raining hard. Just great. Running to the door of the van trying to avoid getting any more wet, there was this alley right next to where the van was parked. I was in need of a cigg. Rain or no rain I wanted to light up a cigarette. I walked into the alley, not too far away so I could still see the van in plain sight. I leaned against the wall and sparked a light. Throwing out the match, I realized I hadn't put it out completely so the light from the match revealed fingers laying on the ground.
"What the hell?" I thought. I walked closer to where the match was but the rain put out the match so fast, I could barely see anything. So I used my cell phone to shine a brighter light. Looking down at the ground, the light making everything more visible, I was in complete shock. Without thinking, without losing my focus on what was in front of me, my phone collapsed to the floor from one hand and the cigarette dropped from the other hand.
"Woah..." I whispered loudly. I bent down to see if she was asleep or what was the deal. I saw blood had been drawn from her mouth. She layed there motionless.
"Hey guys! Get over here!" I motioned my hand for them to come to me and check out this girl here.
"What's up?" Ashley asked clearly unaware of the girl laying in front of me.
"Dude... there is a girl here bleeding and looks badly beaten and shes probably unconcious and you say what's up?" I asked him trying to get him to feel guilty for asking such a question.
"Well, here I'll open up the van we could get her to the hospital and maybe use her cell phone to call her parents or whoever to come and get her." CC had said something smart for the first time all day. It surprised me even more how whoever she did live with didn't even try to come looking for her when they realized she wasn't home.
I cradle my arms under her legs and on the back of her neck so that way when I picked her up, I was carrying her bridal style. The guys all rushed towards the van to open it and make a place for her to lay down. I ran but gently, in danger of hurting her more and making her condition any worse. Once inside the van, Jake had closed the door behind me and Jinxx had leaded me to the couch and I gently placed her on the couch.
"Step on it! We gotta get this girl to the hospital!" I yelled to our driver.
"You got it!" He went in his seat, buckled up, and pulled on the gear shift and drove off. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. The way she looked so lifeless, so weak, so destroyed. It brought tears to my eyes.
"Where's her cell phone?" Jinxx wondered. I carefully and slowly checked her pockets (I didn't want to check her back pockets on the jeans because to me that's considered sexual harrassment and I am not doing that to a girl that I don't even know. Not that I would do it to any girl but you get my point.) After searching what seemed like 10 different pockets, I found her cell phone.... broken... Just our luck. Now how are we supposed to tell her parents that she's unconscious?
