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.

Jake. “Handle things here. I’ll take Abby

scoops me up, his arms cradling me

with the aromas of the kitchen, is oddly

his car. The cool evening air is a sharp contrast to the heat

but shiver.

passenger seat, buckling me

We’ll be there soon.”

burnt arm. The pain

strange balm. novelbin

with mine. It’s

vulnerability, it means everything.

he murmurs, shooting me a quick glance

voice barely above a whisper. “I

you weren’t there.”

squeezes my hand, his thumb tracing comforting circles on my

just did what

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

been nothing but one thing after another. Like he

needed him the most. But it’s silly; I’m just delirious from

the reassuring rhythm of

us, but inside the car, time seems to

is it?” I

glances over, the soft streetlights illuminating the concern etched

doctors will take care

the engine, combined with the pain, lulls

outside becomes a hazy,

a constant, grounding

but appreciate the intimacy of the moment.

and ingredients, have fostered a connection I

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

depth of emotion that’s hard to

the car comes to a halt. The

the gravity of the situation

but I grit my teeth, trying to put

doing great,” he whispers, guiding me through

a stark contrast to the warm, cozy ambiance of

Nurses and doctors move about with practiced precision, their voices a blend

and concern.

voice, however, cuts through the din.

I know it, I’m being led to a bed, the clinical environment around me a whirlwind of

out the

as I am, he’s my anchor in this

treatment, I clutch his hand, drawing