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.

nods to Jake. “Handle things here.

me up, his

aromas of the kitchen, is oddly comforting. My

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

but shiver.

me gently on the passenger seat, buckling

We’ll be there soon.”

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

strange balm. novelbin

his fingers intertwining with mine. It’s

vulnerability, it means everything.

be okay,” he murmurs, shooting me a quick

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

you weren’t there.”

hand, his thumb tracing comforting circles on my skin.

just did what

In

been nothing but one thing after another. Like he returned

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

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

inside the

it?” I ask, my

soft streetlights illuminating the concern etched on his features.

The doctors will take care

The hum of the engine, combined with

The world outside becomes

Karl’s hand is a

the moment.

fostered a

time to time, ensuring I’m still conscious. Each

depth of emotion that’s

comes to a

the situation

car, the pain intensifies, but I grit my

whispers, guiding me through the

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

move about with practiced precision,

and concern.

however, cuts through the din. “She

a bed, the clinical

protector, stays close, filling out the necessary

up as I am, he’s

their treatment, I clutch his hand, drawing strength from