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

up, his arms cradling me close. The scent of

is oddly

The cool evening air is a sharp contrast to

but shiver.

the car, he places me gently on the passenger seat, buckling

We’ll be there soon.”

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

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

shooting me a quick glance before focusing back on the

barely above a whisper. “I don’t

you weren’t there.”

his thumb tracing comforting circles on my

I just did what

not true. In my pain-induced state, I almost feel as

but one thing

I’m

grip tightens, and I feel the reassuring rhythm of his pulse against my fingers. The city

but inside the car, time seems to

is it?” I ask, my

glances over, the soft streetlights illuminating the concern etched on his features. “It’s not

The doctors will take care

of the engine,

outside becomes a hazy, unfocused

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

but appreciate the intimacy of the moment. Our shared experiences

dishes and ingredients, have fostered a connection I

over at me from time to time, ensuring I’m still

a depth of emotion that’s hard to

the car comes to a halt. The

gravity of the situation hits me

Karl helps me out of the car, the pain intensifies, but

doing great,” he whispers, guiding me

a stark contrast to the warm, cozy ambiance of

about with practiced

and concern.

cuts through the din. “She needs

bed, the clinical environment around me a

stays close, filling out the necessary

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

I clutch his hand, drawing strength