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

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

the kitchen, is oddly comforting. My head rests

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

but shiver.

he places me gently on the passenger seat, buckling

We’ll be there soon.”

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

strange balm. novelbin

fingers intertwining with mine. It’s

vulnerability, it means everything.

a

barely above a whisper. “I

you weren’t there.”

tracing comforting circles

did

true. In my

Karl’s return to me has been nothing but one

the most. But it’s silly; I’m just delirious from the

reassuring rhythm of his pulse against my fingers. The

the car, time seems

is it?” I ask,

illuminating the concern etched on

The doctors will take care of

hum of the engine,

state. The world outside becomes a

is a constant, grounding me. Even in the throes of pain,

help but appreciate the intimacy of the moment. Our shared

dishes and ingredients, have fostered a connection

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

emotion that’s hard to

comes to a

the gravity of the

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

great,” he whispers, guiding me through

are a stark contrast to the warm, cozy

move about with practiced

and concern.

voice, however, cuts through the din.

it, I’m being led to a bed, the clinical environment around me a whirlwind of activity.

filling out the necessary paperwork and

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

their treatment, I clutch his hand, drawing