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.

scoops me up, his arms cradling me close. The scent of

aromas of the kitchen, is oddly comforting. My

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

but shiver.

passenger seat, buckling me in. “Just hang in

We’ll be there soon.”

drifting to my burnt arm. The pain is unbearable, but having Karl

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

a

voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t

you weren’t there.”

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

just did

this moment, I know that’s not true. In

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

the most. But it’s silly; I’m

rhythm of his pulse against

but inside the car, time seems

it?” I

the soft streetlights illuminating the concern etched on his features. “It’s

doctors will take care of

silence. The hum of the engine, combined with the pain,

The world outside

hand is a constant, grounding me. Even in the

of the moment. Our shared experiences

ingredients, have fostered

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

a depth of emotion that’s hard

the car comes to a halt. The glaring lights

of the situation

intensifies, but I grit my teeth,

doing great,” he whispers, guiding me through the

are a stark contrast to the warm, cozy

doctors move about with practiced precision, their voices a blend

and concern.

din. “She

bed, the clinical environment around me

protector, stays close, filling out the

he’s just as shaken up as I am, he’s my anchor in this moment.

their treatment, I clutch his hand, drawing strength