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

for a response, Karl gently scoops me up, his arms

kitchen, is oddly

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

but shiver.

the car, he places me gently on the passenger seat, buckling me in. “Just hang in

We’ll be there soon.”

my burnt arm. The pain is

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

okay,” he murmurs, shooting me a quick

a whisper. “I don’t know

you weren’t there.”

circles on

I just did what anyone

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

one

silly; I’m just delirious from the pain of the burn

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

but inside the car, time

is it?” I ask, my

streetlights illuminating the concern etched on his features. “It’s not for me

doctors will take care

hum of the engine, combined with the pain, lulls me

world outside becomes

warmth of Karl’s hand is a constant, grounding

appreciate the intimacy of the moment. Our

have fostered a connection I

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

emotion that’s

car comes to

the gravity of the situation hits me full

Karl helps me out of the car, the pain intensifies, but I grit my teeth, trying to put

doing great,” he whispers, guiding me

a stark contrast to

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

and concern.

voice, however, cuts through the din. “She needs help. She’s

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

stays close, filling out the

I can tell he’s just as shaken up as I am,

his hand,