TAKING CARE OF HIM

"I can't do it. If I fly home, he might wake up on the way." She muttered to herself, placing her hand on his bare back.

"Why can't you just ask for my help?" Lucifer asked in her head with a chuckle.

"I really need your help to teleport us back to the office," she pleaded.

"That human is one stubborn fellow; I don't know why you have to prove to him that you are strong. We would have ended his life by now." Lucifer whined.

"I want him to die in my hands; the victory is mine!" Lucinda exclaimed.

"That isn’t a big deal; we just need to kill him, that’s all. It doesn’t matter who does it. Go!" Lucifer waved his hand, making both of them disappear into thin air. They both landed on the floor of the office. Lucinda grunted and sat up on the floor. She walked over to Ralph’s desk and removed all the things from it. She lifted him in her strong arms and placed him on top of his desk. She placed her hand on his nose, feeling his breath hit her hand.

"He is still breathing." She said, a