A/N: This is my first Witches of East End fanfiction; I recently started watching the show and I love the characters of Ingrid and Dash, I wanted to see what it would be like if they had a bigger connection. Please review and I hope you enjoy it, thanks.

"Remember when you asked me about the MRI."

"Yeah" Dash looked so confused, he was probably wondering why I decided to come now to talk about this.

"Well I didn't exactly tell you the truth." He gave me a weird look and then his phone vibrated in his pocket.

"Sorry, one second." Dash looked down at his phone and there must have been a new text message. He open it up and there were two more bings indicating there were three texts in total.

I saw what you did to my car.

You have a nice house.

I'm upstairs.

I began to worry about what the texts were saying, "Is everything okay?" I asked and he quickly gave me a short answer.

"Uh, yeah, can you just wait here for a minute? I'll be right back."

Before I could even answer him, he was gone and out of the room. He was headed for the stairs, which completely caught me off guard because why would a text message make him go upstairs, unless there was someone else here. Why would anyone else be here, it doesn't make any sense. I went after him, even though he wanted me to wait downstairs I just couldn't leave it alone.

I went upstairs and didn't find him right away, that's when I noticed that the door to the attic was left ajar and knew that Dash must have went up there. For what reason, I have no idea but I had to figure out what it was. I enter the attic and could hear Dash arguing with someone but couldn't make out what they were saying until I got a little closer. Dash was the first one I heard say something.

"And what if I decide to do the same to you?"

"You won't," this was the other guy now that I heard and I could see from around the corner that he had just pulled out a gun and out of instinct I said the first thing that came to my mind.

"Dash?" he turned toward me and the thing I feared happening was just about to happen, the guy with the gun pointed it at me and he pulled the trigger. I didn't know who this guy was, but what I did know was that his bullet just entered my abdomen and I went down, pretty hard too. I could see the anger filling Dash's face and I was afraid at what he was going to do; he doesn't know how to control his powers and it could get a lot worse before it gets any better.

Dash's anger built up into electricity bolting from his hands, I could see the bright light when Dash's fist connected with the other guy's cheek. He hit him again and again and I couldn't stand it anymore. With the little strength that I had left I screamed, "DASH STOP!" In his wild rage he was able to stop long enough to look back at me and realize that I need more help than the other guy needs punishment at the moment.

I could feel the bullet inside of me and the pain was almost unbearable, I wanted the pain to just go away. The fact that Freya and I always die young resonated in my mind and my thought was that this was how I was going to go, I was going to die from a freaking bullet.

I started to feel myself drift out of consciousness, but I was shaken back by Dash. "Ingrid, hang in there, don't stop fighting." He started to pack my abdomen with something to stop the bleeding, his pressure on the wound was making the pain magnify and I just wanted it all to stop.

With the little breath I had left after that I scream I spoke to him, "Dash, it, it hurts too, it," I couldn't get anything else out, I was too weak and Dash could tell that.

"No, don't speak. You need to save your strength, don't worry I won't let you die." He started to look around us frantically, looking for anything that might be able to help him but there was nothing up here that could possibly help him. He looked back at me with an apologetic look, "Sorry this might hurt but I need to get you down stairs, all of my medical supplies are down there. Hang on." He lifted me up and he was right it did hurt, but I knew that he was doing everything he could to help me out.

When he spun around to head towards the stairs I could see behind him that the other guy wasn't dead, which I was relieved about but at the same time was worried. It was a matter of time before he got up and came after us. Dash wasn't too worried about it though, he quickly brought me down the stairs and into his room. He gently placed me on his bed and quickly grabbed his medical bag and rummaged through it for whatever it was he was looking for. He placed a pair of scissors, a scalpel, forceps, some gauze, and suture thread on the bed beside me.

"Alright Ingrid, you have to trust me." I nodded at him waiting for him to continue, "I have to get the bullet out as soon as possible. Now this is going to hurt a lot, I don't have anesthesia here." I nodded to let him know I understood. "Here, take this," he handed me his jacket from nearby, "bite down on this every time you feel pain." I placed the arm of his jacket between my teeth and initially bite down from the previous pain.

He began by cutting away my shirt to expose my wound underneath, and then he grabbed the scalpel to cut into my abdomen. When he cut into me I bite down harder on his jacket, but I knew that my pain now would only help later on. I could feel him digging around inside of me with the forceps to get a hold of the bullet, within a few seconds I could feel tugging on something and I soon felt the pressure of him pulling the bullet out. Some of my pain subsided so I loosen my clench on the jacket and let him finish what he was doing. "Almost done Ingrid, I just have to suture you up and then we can get you to the hospital for a formal checkup." He began the sutures and I had to bite back down on his jacket because of the pressure of the needle going through my skin; he could tell that I was in a lot of pain by how hard I was biting down on his jacket. He finished with the sutures as fast as he could without making things worse. "All done, let me just put gauze over this to keep infections out."

"Well, well what do we have here, a poor damsel in distress and the doctor to the rescue?" I knew that our luck was going to end sooner or later, the other guy from the attic was back and he looked angrier now than he did before. He held the gun back in his hand and pointed it back at the both of us.

Dash moved so that he was between the end of the barrel and me, he held his hands in the "don't shoot" position and tried to reason with the guy, "Don't do anything stupid now, I'll give you your money but for now let me get her to the hospital. She can't survive her much longer with this make shift job that I've done."

"You must think I'm stupid, don't you. You're not going anywhere until I get my money tonight, and the price has gone up to $150,000. Now go grab your check book or something and get me my money." Dash looked back at me and knew that if he didn't do what the guy said I might not make it.

He moved out of the way and went to grab something from the side of the room and that was when I took the only chance I had. With the very little strength I had left I lifted my hand and pointed it at the guy, with the wave of my hand the gun was knocked out his hand and I slammed the guy against the hallway wall and he was knocked out long enough for Dash to tie him up and stash the gun out of his reach.

That last bit of magic knocked the rest of my strength out, and Dash could tell that I needed to get to the hospital now more than ever. "Ingrid, can you hear me, INGRID!" I could hear him speaking to me but I had no strength left to answer him or to even open my eyes. The last thing I remembered before I completely black out was the strength of Dash's arms around me as he carried me down the stairs and out into the fresh air and as soon as we hit the fresh air I blacked out.