Victoria's pov
 

"NOOOOOOOOO!" I shouted as I dived down, sliding on my chest just in time to catch his hand.
 

Those years of track in high school and college actually paid off. But my chest is gonna be so bruised.
 

I grabbed him with my other free hand after bracing myself so I didn't slide off the cliff with him.
 

Gosh this man is heavy.
 

I peered over the cliff to see him unconscious, making him heavier and harder to hold. He must've hit his head when I grabbed his hand. I slowly pulled him up over the edge, ignoring the shock of pain that ran through my chest.
 

Yep, it's bruised.
 

After successfully pulling him on flat land, I laid beside him to catch my breath. I took a glance at him, seeing how peaceful he looked in his unconscious state.
 

There was blood at the back of his head so I guess that's where he took the blow. If he had jumped instead of stepped off the cliff, maybe his head wouldn't have gotten hit.
 

But if he had jumped, maybe I wouldn't have caught him...
 

'Well what now?', I thought as I pushed myself up on my elbows so I could get a better look at him. I guess I have to take him to a hospital then. Maybe?
 

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

Home it is then.
 

I spent almost half an hour just getting him to my car. It was not easy to carry a fully grown 200 pound man, and I tried as much as possible to avoid dragging him so he wouldn't get hurt and dirtier.
 

Imagine waking up to find his clothes gone in a stranger's house... I don't think so.
 

***
 

The journey home was somewhat heart wrenching as I thought about all the possible reasons why Luka would try to kill himself.
 

He looked like one of those people who had everything together. Well you know what they say, it's always the ones that seem like they have it all together that's hurting the most...
 

The effort to get him up the stairs was rendered pointless, as it was much harder than I thought it would be, so our guest had to settle for the couch.
 

I sat there on the couch across from him just staring for about 20 minutes. My heart hurt for him as I saw him shift a little with a pained expression on his face.
 

Guessing that he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon, I decided to go take a shower and wash this horrible day off me.
 

I got out of the shower and was drying my hair when I heard a loud crash downstairs, so I quickly ran to see what happened.
 

The sight in front of me made my mouth fall open in shock. Luka was up and fuming. I could literally see the steam radiating from him.
 

It seemed as if he remembered everything, but I couldn't just make him die... Yes he's a stranger but his life is valuable. All lives are. My eyes drifted from him to my purple vase that was now shattered on the ground.
 

Damn I loved that vase.
 

His head snapped to me and I swear I had to shrink back a little. His eyes were dark as the night and I swore he looked as if he was about to kill me. I had to resist the urge to run.
 

"You" He said in a venomous growl as he pointed an accusing finger at he. I gulped.
 

"Why the hell did you save me!" He shouted at the top of his voice, his body shaking vigorously. I stepped back even more into the wall as I felt my heart rate pick up.
 

"Well?!"
 

I snapped my eyes to him, feeling a little irritated at the way he's talking to me.
 

I mean I get that he doesn't want to live and stuff but what kind of human being would I be if I watched him kill himself? I shook off the fear and sized up somewhat to him. I fear no one.
 

"Well I'm sorry for ruining your plans Luka but I couldn't just stand there and watch you kill yourself!" I shouted back just as loud.
 

My neighbours were probably awake and wondering what was happening. There was never noise coming from this house.
 

"Why the hell not Victoria? You don't even know me!"
 

"Because that's not moral Luka. I'm sorry but I just couldn't let you go through with it when I'm standing right there" I gritted out, lowering my voice a little. I then realized I had a headache. Great.
 

He sighed, closing his eyes for a bit as if trying to calm himself down. I relaxed when I saw his eyes back to normal as he opened them again.
 

How did he even do that? It's scary as hell.
 

"If I wanted to be saved, I would've done it in a place with a lot of people" He croaked out as he looked away.
 

I felt guilt rush through me but quickly push it away. I did the right thing, I had to believe that. And I would do it again in a heartbeat, even if I don't know him.
 

I sighed. "Luka.." I whispered taking a hesitant step closer to him. I didn't know how unstable he was, so I had to be careful.
 

He looked towards me and his eyes roamed down my body as if just noticing what I was wearing. I consciously glanced down at my body, seeing I was only in my towel from my shower earlier.
 

I held tighter to the towel as if it would betray me and fall any moment.
 

"I'm gonna go put some clothes on. You can sit on the couch while you wait, I wont be more than five minutes. I left a glass of water on the..." I stopped as I saw that the glass was no longer there, but on the floor with my vase. "On second thought, I'll get you some when I get back."
 

I saw a small smile playing on his lips as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. " Uh yea sorry about that. I lose control sometimes"
 

I flashed him a smile letting him know it's okay and made my way to my room to get my clothes.
 

I wonder if he'll let me help him. Can I even help him? It took me so long to even get a hold of myself over the years, not to mention helping a complete stranger.
 

It broke my heart to think that he isn't content with life. I could see so much potential in him by just looking at him. It's wrong to let it just be stripped away from earth like that. After all, you can't kill purpose.
 

Making my way back down stairs, I saw Luka picking up shattered glass pieces from the vase that was broken. Graphical image of what I was planning on doing soon. Just not with the vase.
 

"I picked up most of the pieces, since I was the one that broke it" He muttered while looking away slightly.
 

So the suicidal serial killer has a conscience. Good. I can lean on that first to get through to him.
 

I walked over to the couch and sat close to him, motioning for him to sit beside me. He followed.
 

"So why do you want to kill your self?" I asked, getting right to the case. He look slightly taken aback before his expression turned cold. He pursed his lips and looked anywhere but me.
 

"Why would I tell you that? All I know about you is that your name is Victoria and you kidnap strangers who tries to jump off cliffs" He muttered meeting my gaze with a 'matter of fact' look. I sighed, realizing that this would be harder than I first intended.
 

"Well my name is Victoria Deslandes. I'm a 21 year old nurse at Newsome Hospital. I live alone and I have a cat. Now, why do you want to kill yourself?" He looked at me, then blinked a couple times.
 

In a second he was doubling over in laughter as if someone has just told him the funniest joke in the world. It was so contagious that I couldn't help but smile too. His laugh is beautiful.
 

His laughter died down after a while and he looked at me as if I had grown another head. "Do you really think I'm gonna open up and pour out my soul to you?"
 

I sighed as I saw that this wouldn't go as planned. I never wanted it to come to this but...
 

I got up and held onto his forearm, pulling him towards the stairs.
 

"Um what are you doing?" he asked in a serious tone. I simply nodded towards the stairs with an innocent smile on my face.
 

"Oh no no no no Victoria. I'm sorry but I'm not like that" he said sounding a little pissed of.
 

I don't get it. I'm just being hospitable. No way I was making him go home now at 11 in the night while he might have a concussion.
 

"I'll never understand men', I thought while shaking my head.
 

Men...
 

Ooooohhhh... Oh shit!
 

Realization hit me and my eyes widened in horror.
 

"Oh no no Luka! I wasn't trying to sleep with you" I said half laughing. " I'm just offering you a room to stay till morning since you might have a concussion and it's late in the night"
 

"Oh" He looked slightly embarrassed at his accusation but I simply wave it off.
 

Speaking of his head..
 

"Let me take a look at your head. I can assess the damage and see how major it is" I took a step closer to him and attempted to check the wound, but he jumped back quickly.
 

"No need for that. My head feels completely fine" He said looking faintly panicked.
 

He's one of those men who are afraid of doctors, isn't he? I smiled.
 

"No I insist. What kind of nurse would I be if I didn't at least check" I quickly grabbed him and turned him around abruptly.
 

He seemed shock by my strength, causing me to giggle a little. They're always shocked.
 

To my utmost and terrified surprise, his head had no opening, bust or even scratch. Only thing that made me know I wasn't hallucinating was the dried blood matted in his hair. How is that even possible?
 

"How did you-"
 

"I think I'm ready for bed now. Thank you for your hospitality and concern. You're really a nice person Victoria" He rambled out quickly, cutting me off mid sentence. I simply nodded slowly and made my way up the stairs with him on my tail.
 

Something was up with this guy. Knowing my curious mindset, I wouldn't stop until I find out what is it. I'm not even sure if I want to find out, but for some strange reason, I fancy him.
 

Or maybe I'm just delusional and horny. Yea that's it.
 

I stopped in front of my room and turned the nob. I decided to let him stay here tonight since the other bedrooms belonged to my parents and my aunt and nobody goes into them but me.
 

He could've stayed in the guest room, but it is currently my personal storage room. Once inside, I mentally applauded myself for being a tidy person. Imagine how embarrassing it would've been if my room was a mess?
 

"Is this your room? Your scent is everywhere in here" He asked as we entered.
 

What?
 

"Uh yeah this is my room. I'll be staying in the room down the hall if you need anything and I'll bring you some water, pain killers and a snack before I go to bed"
 

He smiled a genuine smile and opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off by talking first.
 

"What did you mean by my scent is everywhere in here? I don't wear perfume" I didn't miss how he stiffened at my words.
 

"I-uh-you smell like soap" He said, avoiding eye contact.
 

"Riiiight... So do you have anybody to call to tell them you wont be coming home tonight? I looked for your phone when you were sleeping and I couldn't find one"
 

"Shit" He muttered. "It must've fell off the cliff. Caleb is gonna kill me for real this time. Can I use your phone?" He looked genuinely scared and I had to try really hard to mask my amusement.
 

"Just give me the number and I'll call them for you. You need to rest after the day you've had"
 

"Thank you Victoria. For everything since I got here"
 

"Well it's the least I can do after stopping your suicide mission" I laughed but he looked unamused.
 

"Too soon? Yea okay I'll just go then" He nodded as I made my way towards the door.
 

Looking around one last time to ensure there were no sharp objects or ropes, I exited, leaving the door slightly open so I wouldn't wake him if he falls asleep before I bring his water.
 

I dialed this Caleb guy's number and he picked up after the first ring. Someone's worried.
 

"Hello?" A gruff voice laced with worry answered through the phone.
 

"Hey Caleb, my name is Victoria. I have your friend"