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.

things here. I’ll take Abby to the

a response, Karl gently scoops me up, his arms

with the aromas of the kitchen, is

air is a sharp contrast to the heat inside, and I

but shiver.

passenger

We’ll be there soon.”

arm. The pain is unbearable, but having Karl beside me is

strange balm. novelbin

intertwining with mine. It’s a simple gesture, but in

vulnerability, it means everything.

me a

a whisper. “I don’t know what

you weren’t there.”

squeezes my hand, his thumb tracing comforting circles on my skin. “You

did what anyone would

at this moment, I know that’s not true. In my pain-induced state, I almost

me has been nothing but one thing after another. Like

the most. But it’s silly; I’m just delirious from the pain of

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

the

I ask,

glances over, the soft streetlights illuminating the concern

take care of you,

the engine, combined

outside becomes

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

of the moment.

have fostered

me from time to time, ensuring I’m still conscious. Each time our eyes

of emotion that’s hard to

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

the gravity of the situation hits me

but I grit my teeth,

doing great,” he whispers, guiding me through the automatic

the emergency room are a stark

with practiced precision, their voices a blend

and concern.

cuts through the din. “She needs help. She’s burnt her

led to a bed, the clinical environment around me a whirlwind of activity.

filling out the

as shaken up as I am, he’s my anchor in

his