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

Karl gently scoops me up, his arms cradling

the aromas of the kitchen, is oddly comforting. My head rests against his

air is a sharp contrast to the heat inside,

but shiver.

passenger

We’ll be there soon.”

my burnt arm. The pain is

strange balm. novelbin

he starts the car, I feel his fingers intertwining with mine. It’s a simple gesture,

vulnerability, it means everything.

gonna be okay,” he murmurs, shooting me a quick glance

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

you weren’t there.”

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

did what anyone would

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

me has been nothing but one thing after another. Like he returned

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

rhythm of his pulse against my fingers. The city lights

inside the

bad is it?” I ask,

the soft streetlights illuminating the concern etched

will take care

a comfortable silence. The hum of the engine, combined

world outside becomes a hazy,

Karl’s hand is a

moment. Our shared experiences in the kitchen, the

and ingredients, have fostered a connection I never

him glance over at me from time to time, ensuring I’m still conscious. Each

depth of emotion that’s

to a halt.

the gravity of the situation hits me full

but I grit my teeth, trying to

great,” he whispers, guiding me through the

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

move about with practiced precision, their voices a

and concern.

however, cuts through the din. “She

I’m being led to a bed, the clinical environment

filling out

as shaken up as I am, he’s my

I clutch his