Chapter 6
Ingrid awoke on the sofa, with something very warm underneath her. She looked what she was laying on. It was Bertrand. He looked to be in a fitful sleep, she placed a hand on his forehead. He was burning up.
"Dad!" The Count ran from his office hearing his daughter's call.
"What is it?" He asked standing behind the sofa Bertrand lay on.
"He's burning up. What do I do?"
The Count placed his own hand on the young man's forehead. "Right, get some wet papertowels. Vlad!" He shoputed waking his son. "Call an ambulance. Quickly." Vlad eased out of Erin's grip and pulled his phone from his pocket.
"They'll be five minutes."
"OK. Inform his parents he is burning up and to meet us there." Ingrid returned, brushing his fringe from his forehead and dabbing the cool towels on his head. "Vlad, take Erin and go keep an eye on your brother, I'll let you know if anything happens." Vlad nodded and took Erin by the hand taking her to find his younger brother.
When the ambulance arrived Bertrand was no better, he had sweat beading on his forehead and his head was pounding, worse when he moved it. Ingrid pushed past her father to travel with him, she knew more of what happened with the drinks and the throwing up then he did, she could explain it better. While explaining the events between Olga arriving and now Ingrid held Bertrand's hand, frightend for his life. She really would kill her cousin the next time she saw her.
In the hospital Ingrid was made to wait in the waitingroom while they treated him, she sat, wrapping her arms around herself, subconciously plotting her revenge and thinking on how this was supposed to be her.
His parents arrived half an hour later, his mother began to fuss and his father calmed her down. Her father had arrived long ago and began explaining. Ingrid just sat there thinking. Why would her cousin try to do this to her? Sure they played pranks, but it had never been life threatening. One thing was certain. Olga had gone too far, and she was going to pay.
