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 to the

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

with the aromas of the kitchen, is oddly comforting.

evening air is a sharp contrast to the heat inside, and

but shiver.

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

We’ll be there soon.”

drifting to my burnt arm. The

strange balm. novelbin

the car, I feel his fingers intertwining with mine. It’s

vulnerability, it means everything.

be okay,” he murmurs, shooting me a quick

barely above a whisper. “I don’t know what I

you weren’t there.”

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

did what anyone

that’s not true. In my pain-induced

to me has been nothing but one thing after another. Like

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

of his pulse against my fingers. The

but inside the car, time

it?” I ask,

over, the soft streetlights illuminating the concern etched on his

will take care of you,

lapse into a comfortable silence. The hum of the engine, combined with

outside

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

intimacy of the moment. Our shared experiences in the kitchen, the

have fostered a connection I

from time to time, ensuring I’m

a depth of emotion

to a halt. The glaring lights of the hospital loom

the gravity of the situation

out of the car, the pain intensifies, but I grit my teeth, trying

doing great,” he whispers, guiding me through

white interiors of the emergency room are a stark contrast to the warm,

with practiced precision, their voices a blend of

and concern.

din. “She needs help. She’s burnt her

being led to a bed, the clinical environment

filling out the necessary paperwork and answering

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

their treatment, I clutch his hand, drawing strength from