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.

“Handle things here. I’ll take

up, his arms cradling me

kitchen, is oddly comforting. My head rests against his chest

to his car. The cool evening air is a

but shiver.

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

We’ll be there soon.”

weakly, my gaze drifting to my burnt arm. The pain is

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

gonna be okay,” he murmurs, shooting me a quick glance before focusing

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

you weren’t there.”

tracing comforting circles

just did

not true. In my pain-induced state, I

to me has been nothing but one thing after another. Like he returned at just the

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

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

the car, time seems to

I ask,

glances over, the soft streetlights illuminating the concern

take care of you,

The hum of the engine, combined with the

outside becomes a hazy,

is a

appreciate the intimacy of the moment. Our shared

have fostered a connection I

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

emotion that’s hard to

comes to a halt. The glaring

the gravity of the situation

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

guiding me through the automatic

a stark contrast to the warm, cozy ambiance of

practiced

and concern.

cuts through the din. “She

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

the protector, stays close, filling out the

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

their treatment, I clutch his hand,