My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 6

I nervously squeezed the stranger's phone while listening to the waiting signal. Finally, someone took the call.

"Master?! Where are you?! Everyone's looking for your highness!" The man's voice feverishly shouted over the phone.

"Um… h-hello?" I muttered hesitantly.

"Who is this?" The person on the other side of the phone changed his tone, "How did you get Master's phone?" he asked harshly.

"Am I talking to… Leo?" I waited for the reply, but the silence made me realize it was a dumb question, "Your… friend, master or… whatever, had a car accident. I found him. He told me not to call an ambulance, and call you instead…" I explained nervously.

Leo became quiet for some time. I even checked if he didn't hang up the phone.

"H-hello?" I mumbled, impatient for any kind of response.

"I tracked the phone. Wait there. We will be there in 20 minutes tops," he stated coldly and ended the call.

I wanted to say something, but I merely opened my mouth and gasped when I heard the clicking sound of the phone hanging up.

"Seriously?! How about "please wait" or "thank you for calling me"?! Who does he think he is?!" I muttered, annoyed.

Then I looked at the car and an unconscious silver-haired guy. I sighed, then clenched my teeth. I found calling some "Leo" instead of getting an ambulance here completely insane. Besides, that guy in the car looked like he was already dead.

"What if this Leo gets here and blames me for his "master's" death?!" I wondered frantically.

In an instinctual reaction, I decided to at least get him out of the car and try performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation. No matter how the silver-haired opposed bringing him to the hospital, leaving him without not even trying to rescue him seemed inhuman.

I walked back towards the car and opened the door on the driver's side wide. Then I grabbed his arms and bit by bit tried to move him out of the car. I kept looking for any signs of a major injury, but his bleeding occurred solely around his nose and mouth. Then I also noticed blood under his fingernails.

"What the hell?! Is he sick or something?!" I wondered frantically while pulling out his unconscious body.

Finally, I managed to get him out of the car and lay him down on the ground on the side of the road. I took a closer look at his face. He was amazingly handsome. He truly looked like an angel. He wore a black, fitted suit and a dark grey shirt, which additionally made him irresistible. I couldn't understand myself, but somehow I found every detail about him amazingly alluring…

"Should I check if he doesn't have any injuries under that shirt…?" I wondered hesitantly while taking another deep breath.

Certainly, I slapped my own face for having weird thoughts towards an innocent victim of an accident. Then I clenched my fists, trying to tell myself to focus on switching my brain to rationality.

"I should definitely check his pulse again, and then perform CPR," I decided.

I reached out my trembling hand towards his neck. I didn't even know why I was nervous so much. Perhaps, it was because his aura was overwhelming even though he was lying on the ground unconscious. I touched the side of his neck, pressing the carotid artery. His skin was cold as if his body temperature was way below 36.6°C. Then I felt his pulse, but it was strange… It was unnaturally slow. As I counted, it was less than twenty beats per minute.

My mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts, "I shouldn't perform CPR merely because his heartbeat is slow, right? Even if his heart beats weakly, it is still a beating heart, right? What if he is hibernating or something? Should I warm him up, or is it his normal temperature? What the hell is he?!"

Suddenly, I saw some weird blue lines painting themselves across his veins and arteries on his neck. I followed my unrestrainable curiosity and unbuttoned his shirt. The blue lines were more visible on his chest, making every one of his blood vessels clearly visible. His condition obviously wasn't caused by an accident. It looked like some kind of disease. I only hoped that this Leo would be really able to help him…

I had no idea about his condition. His state could be contagious, but even though I felt illogically drawn towards him. I gently touched the skin on his perfectly muscled chest and ran my fingers across the blue line on his jugular towards his heart. I did it unconsciously. When I realized I was touching him, I quickly moved my hand away, giving myself a mental slap.

"Lilith, you really are a horny pervert!" I rebuked myself, unable to understand my own actions.

I buttoned up his shirt again and additionally covered his chest with his jacket. I did it solely to prevent myself from doing something awkward again, but inside my mind, I used the excuse that I was doing it to keep the patient warm…

Suddenly, I saw some cars heading in our direction. One of them looked like a limousine, the other one was a larger van, and the third one looked like a car transporter. They were all black, and the car lights almost blinded me. The limousine stopped right beside the unconscious guy and me. Two other cars parked right behind it. Some men started walking out of those cars. They were all wearing black suits which made them resemble government security agents. It was hard to see their faces because of the cars' headlights. They moved in silence, completely ignoring my presence. A few of them immediately rushed towards the silver-haired man. The rest surrounded the whole street, securing the area around the accident. Those who went towards the silver-haired carried armored, aluminum briefcases. I wanted to see what they were about to do, but one of those men hurriedly walked towards me and blocked my view.

"Are you the one I talked to on the phone?" he asked coldly.

"I-I guess… You are Leo, right?" I smiled nervously.

The man stepped closer. His demeanor resembled a kind of ancient noble posture and gestures. His fair skin and perfectly combed dark-brown hair made him look even more sophisticated, yet his overpowering expression made me feel uncomfortable.

"My name is Leonard Gotha. I would appreciate it if you called me respectably," he hissed. "Do you mind introducing yourself, Miss?"