Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 42: Through the Flames
Abby

Just as I’m leaning forward to make sense of the strange spark in the back of the oven, something

ignites.

I jump back with a yelp just as the heat nearly consumes me.

My heart races as the orange flames dance menacingly from the oven, cutting off the symphony of our

dinner rush with its threatening roar. The scent of burnt food mingles with a more acrid, electrical smell.

An electrical fire.

Panic courses through me.

“Fire! Fire in the oven!” I shout, reaching for the nearby fire extinguisher.

My fingers barely grasp the cool metal before I feel the searing heat engulf my arm. A sharp pain

lances through me, and I draw back with a sharp hiss, dropping the fire extinguisher.

My arm pulses with intense pain, the skin red and already blistering.

“Abby!” Karl’s voice cuts through the chaos, and before I know it, he’s beside me, effortlessly wielding

the extinguisher to smother the flames. Within moments, the roaring fire is reduced to a smoky whisper,

but the damage is done.

I cradle my burnt arm, biting back the tears that threaten to spill. The pain is overwhelming. My vision

blurs, and my legs feel weak. The world tilts.

“Abby, look at me,” Karl urges, his voice lined with concern. His deep brown eyes are inches away, full

of worry.

“I… I’m okay,” I manage, although the quiver in my voice betrays me. The pain isn’t subsiding, and a

nauseating mix of fear and shock swirls within me.

“You’re not okay,” he insists. “We need to get you to the hospital. Now.”

The bustling sounds of the restaurant seem distant. Whispers and murmurs of concern ripple around

us, but all I can focus on is Karl’s steady voice.

“No, the restaurant…” I begin, my thoughts fragmented. The reality of the situation hasn’t fully sunk in.

to Jake. “Handle things here.

up, his arms

is oddly comforting. My head rests against his

is a sharp contrast to the heat

but shiver.

me gently on the passenger seat, buckling me

We’ll be there soon.”

to my burnt arm. The pain is

strange balm. novelbin

with mine. It’s a simple

vulnerability, it means everything.

he murmurs, shooting me a quick glance before focusing

Karl,” I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know what

you weren’t there.”

squeezes my hand, his thumb tracing comforting circles on my skin. “You don’t have to

did what anyone would

I know that’s not true. In my

Karl’s return to me has been nothing but one thing after another. Like he returned at just the

But it’s silly; I’m just delirious from the

I feel the reassuring rhythm of his pulse against my fingers. The city

us, but inside the car, time seems

it?” I

glances over, the soft streetlights illuminating the concern

will take

lapse into a comfortable silence. The hum of the engine, combined with the

world outside becomes

warmth of Karl’s hand is a constant, grounding me. Even in the throes of

moment. Our shared experiences in the kitchen,

dishes and ingredients, have fostered a connection

feel him glance over at me from time to time, ensuring I’m

of emotion that’s

before the car comes to a halt. The glaring lights of the hospital

the gravity of the

of the car, the pain intensifies, but I grit my teeth, trying to

he whispers, guiding

stark white interiors of the emergency room are a stark contrast to the warm, cozy

doctors move about with practiced precision,

and concern.

the din.

bed, the clinical environment around me a whirlwind

filling out the necessary paperwork and answering

he’s just as shaken up as I am, he’s my

I clutch his hand, drawing strength