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ceiling. Tracy had been worried that maybe Becky had gone
away and had accidentally left a tap running or something.
     
    Jenny had been deeply worried about Becky
because the whole day before she hadn’t even answered a single text
of hers. It was really strange, because normally they texted each
other at least ten times a day or so. They were closer than
sisters, although they couldn’t have been any more different from
each other.
     
    Jenny was a tall, slim woman who was not
overly beautiful, but her looks were on the pleasant side of
average, with green eyes and shoulder-length auburn hair that was
always in a mess.
     
    Everyone thought of Becky as a tomboy because
she did “boy stuff”. She fixed plumbing, cemented walls, built
sheds and rode a Ducati Monster motorcycle. She didn’t look like a
boy though at all; she had chin-length blonde hair and a little
petite sexy face. Her clothes were hardly boyish either; she always
wore tight faded jeans that hung low and sexily just below her hip
line, and her shirts always stopped just higher than her belly
button. This was completely the opposite of how Jenny looked. She
always wore a green-hooded Parker jacket from the 80’s, a tartan
skirt or dress, and a seriously out-of-date jumper too.
     
    When Jenny got the call about the water
pouring through the ceiling, it had tripped her mind and sent her
into panic mode. She’d dropped her shopping and run the entire
length of the high street to Becky’s flat.
     
    Even though it was past leaving for work time
on Monday morning, Tracy had seen Jenny arrive and watched her go
upstairs. She thought maybe she should have gone too, but it wasn’t
her responsibility. However, rather than getting ready to leave for
work, she’d waited instead, peering out of the window and
occasionally emptying the water from the catch basin under the
drizzle in her lounge.
     
    Suddenly there was a loud scream from
upstairs. Jolted into action, Tracy flew out her door. Luckily
Becky’s downstairs front door was unlocked; she threw it open and
charged up the stairs.
     
    ‘ Help! We are in here!
Quickly! Help!’ Jenny screamed as she heard someone
coming.
     
    Tracy turned at the top of the stairs and
stared into the bathroom, hardly understanding what was going on.
Jenny was leaning over into the shower cubicle, desperately trying
to lift Becky, who was unconscious, naked and, in places, quite
bruised.
     
    ‘Oh my god!’ Tracy said, running into the
bathroom as the realisation of the grave situation suddenly clicked
into her mind.
     
    ‘Who are you?’ Jenny said, giving Tracy a
quick glance.
     
    ‘I’m Tracy, darling. From downstairs. I’m the
one who called you about the water coming through my ceiling. You
are Jenny, I presume?’
     
    ‘Er, yes,’ Jenny said, her eyes and mind
still on trying to get Becky out of the shower. She paused ever so
slightly before saying, ‘Have you got a phone on you? Mine is over
there in my jacket pocket if you haven’t.’ She looked up at Tracy,
fear in her eyes. ‘I know she will kill me for this, but I have to
call an ambulance.’
     
    ‘I have mine, don't worry,’ Tracy said,
reaching into her jeans pocket and taking out her mobile. Without
waiting a second she dialled 999 and was immediately connected to
the emergency services.
     
    ‘Hello caller, do you need Fire, Police or
Ambulance?’ the calm voice asked.
     
    ‘Ambulance, and quick!’ Tracy said urgently.
‘There’s a woman here, and she is unconscious. I think she’s in a
very bad way. The address is 65b Top Flat, Portslade High Street.
Come quick!’
     
    Tracy clicked off the call before the
emergency call handler could answer. She had no time to talk
further. She knew some first aid, realized that they had to get
Becky lying on her side and warm, in the recovery position.
     
    Jenny had heard Tracy say she thought Becky
was in a bad way and she almost broke into tears. She loved her
mate so much, and couldn’t