"Josh," Danny breathed so low I could barely hear her. She sat on a dirtied cot, clutching a thin blanket to her bare chest and waist. Her shoulders shook as she gazed at me with dark eyes. She was enclosed in what looked to be a cell, but the door was ajar.
"Danny," I choked and pulled my sweatshirt over my head. I rushed to her, stepping inside the cell. She began to stand, but her legs gave out and she sank down onto the cot again.
She closed her eyes, frowning. She shivered as I touched her elbow. "Danny," I said softly. "Here, put this on."
She glanced up at me, her eyes broken and gloomy. "I-I can't. I-I'm too… weak."
"I'll help ya stand, baby. I'm here. Yer safe now." I assured her, giving her a soft smile.