Betty's POV

"Bertha!!!"

"Bertha!!" His voice sounded distant. I struggle to open my eyes. The image of Ivan, the rain and his screams calling for help faded in my ears.

"Bertha!" He gasped again, taking me towards his car, cradling me in his arms. "Get the car ready. She is already burning up." He ordered.

He was going to take me to the hospital. My breathing grew erratic, and panic tears rolled down my face.

"Don't... please..." I could barely say my body shuddered in his hold. ...