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

up, his arms cradling me

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

is a sharp contrast to the

but shiver.

gently on the passenger seat, buckling

We’ll be there soon.”

weakly, my gaze drifting to my burnt arm. The pain

strange balm. novelbin

I feel his fingers intertwining with mine. It’s a simple

vulnerability, it means everything.

a

my voice barely above a whisper. “I

you weren’t there.”

tracing comforting circles on my skin. “You don’t have to thank

just did what anyone

In my pain-induced state, I almost feel

one thing after another. Like he returned at just

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

tightens, and I feel the reassuring rhythm of his

but inside the car, time seems

I

concern etched on his features. “It’s not

doctors will take care of you,

The hum of the engine, combined with the pain,

world outside

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

help but appreciate the intimacy of the moment.

dishes and ingredients, have fostered a

him glance over at me from time to

of emotion

feels like mere moments before the car comes to a halt. The glaring lights of the hospital loom

the gravity of the situation hits me

me out of the car, the pain intensifies, but I

he whispers, guiding me

room are a stark contrast to the warm, cozy

doctors move about with practiced precision, their voices a

and concern.

through the din. “She

led to a bed, the clinical environment around me a whirlwind

the protector, stays close, filling out the necessary paperwork and answering

I am, he’s my anchor in this moment. And as

treatment, I clutch his hand, drawing strength