Chapter 20

The school nurse was in her office when two boys burst through the door, one with a girl unconcious in his arms.

"What happened?" She asked proffessionally.

"I don't know, one minute she was fine, the next she was outcold. We were in Chemestry, working with gasses." Bertrand explained laying Ingrid on the table, stroking her hair softly.

The nurse went in her cupboard and brought out some smelling salts, waking them under her nose, suddenly her face scrunched up and she choked gasping for air. When she relaxed the nurse spoke to her. "How do you feel?"

"OK, what happened?"

"You passed out in Chemestry." Bertrand told her before anyone else could. She looked surprised, like she really had no idea.

"Do you know what could've caused this?"

"No idea." She shook her head as she sat up with help from her brother.

"I should go back to class. See you later Ingrid," Bertrand said leaving the room.

"Vlad, can I have a word with the nurse?"

"Sure. I'll wait outside."

"What's wrong dear?"

"Well, it's just i'm late on my period, and I was sick the other morning, and well I think i'm pregnant." She explained slowly, and a tear began to roll down her cheek. The nurse took her shakey hands in hers.

"Don't worry, would you like to do a test?" Ingrid nodded. "Here you go, go through there." She nodded to the bathroom. Ingrid nodded a thanks, took the box and went through the door, reading the instructions.

Shakily she washed her hands and took it out to the nurse who took it from her. As they waited Ingrid couldn't keep still. The nurse looked at the clock. It was time. She looked and showed it to Ingrid. That is when she really began to cry.

Vlad rushed back into the room, enveloping his sister in his arms. "Shhh." He said rocking her in his arms. "What is it?" He asked softly. She nodded to the nurse who showed him the white stick. When he saw what it read he sighed and hugged her tighter. "Everything will be OK. I'm here for you OK?" Tearfully she nodded and wiped her eyes careful not to smudge her eye liner. "Come on. You look tired, go to bed, and sleep." She nodded and he helped her up the stairs and to her room.

In the center of the room sat a coffin from when she went through a gothic phase and found it very comfortable, more than a bed anyway. He helped her lay in it and she pulled the duet around her shoulders. "Night." She whispered.

"Night Ingrid."