The Human {Editing}

Chapter 3

Victoria’s pov

“NO!” I shouted as I dived, sliding on my chest just in time to catch his hand.

I blew out a breath once my grip was firm around his wrist, but I already felt the bruise forming on my chest. After bracing myself, I grabbed him with my other free hand so I didn’t slide off the cliff with him. 

I peered over the edge at him, seeing that he was unconscious. That explained why he was heavier and quieter than I expected. He must have hit his head when I grabbed his hand. 

With a huff, I dragged him up over the edge, ignoring the shock of pain that ran through my chest.

Yep, it’s bruised.

After successfully pulling him onto flat land, I laid beside him to catch my breath. I felt like I ran a marathon. But, I didn’t mind, knowing I saved Luka. I glanced at him, seeing how peaceful he looked in his unconscious state.

Well, what now?, I thought as I hoisted myself up on my elbows to get a better look at him. I pondered on whether to take him to the hospital, but unlike any sane human being, I was sceptical about the idea.

After the brief encounter I had with him, I knew he wouldn’t like that very much. And there wasn’t anything major wrong with him, so it wouldn’t be that necessary. I’m a nurse, after all. I’ll treat his head and send him off good as new.

I spent almost half an hour getting him to my car. It was difficult to carry a grown 200-pound man, and I tried as much as possible to avoid dragging him so he wouldn’t get dirty.

The journey home was heart wrenching as I thought about all the plausible reasons Luka would try to kill himself. He looked like one of those people who had everything together, but as they say, it’s always the ones that seem like they have it all together who’s hurting the most.

When I arrived home, I rendered the effort to get him up the stairs pointless, seeing that it was much more complex than I thought. So I settled him on the couch.

I sat on the couch across from him, staring for about 20 minutes. My heart hurt for him when he shifted a little with a pained expression on his face. I did not know what was happening in his life, but strangely, I wanted to erase it. I hated that I couldn’t make it better at that moment—even if he was just a stranger.

I sighed, realising it was getting late, and exhaustion dawned on me. Guessing that he wouldn’t be waking up soon, I decided to take a shower and wash this horrible day away.

The warm water beat against my back in a perfect massage, and I felt all the tension, stress, and pain disappearing. The shower was lovely, and I realised it was what I needed. I hopped out, refreshed and much better than before, as I dried my hair and mumbled a song. 

But as if the universe couldn’t grant me peace, I heard a sudden loud crash. I dashed downstairs to see what had happened, and the sight in front of me had my mouth falling to utter shock. Luka was up and fuming. It was almost as if I saw the steam radiating from him.

It seemed as if he remembered everything, but he was not happy.

My eyes drifted from him to my purple vase, now shattered on the ground. My heart clenched at the sight.

Damn, I loved that vase.

He snapped his head to me with a deadly stare, and I shrunk back at the slight but effective movement. His eyes were dark as night; his gaze made me sure he was going to kill me. I had to resist the urge to run.

“You,” he growled in a venomous snarl as he pointed an accusing finger at me. “Why the hell did you save me!?” he shouted at the top of his voice, his body quivering. I stepped back even more into the wall as my heart rate increased.