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.

a response, Karl gently scoops me up, his arms

aromas of the kitchen, is oddly comforting. My head rests

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

but shiver.

on the passenger seat, buckling me in. “Just hang in there,

We’ll be there soon.”

my burnt arm. The pain is unbearable, but

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

okay,” he murmurs, shooting me a quick glance before focusing back on

voice barely above a whisper.

you weren’t there.”

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

did what anyone

not true. In my pain-induced state, I almost feel

one thing after another. Like

I’m just delirious from the pain

feel the reassuring rhythm of his pulse against

the car, time seems to

is it?” I ask,

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

The doctors will take care of you,

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

outside

hand is a constant,

the moment. Our shared experiences

and ingredients, have fostered a

feel him glance over at me from time to time, ensuring

depth of emotion

feels like mere moments before the car comes to a halt. The glaring lights of the hospital

gravity of the situation hits me full

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

guiding

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

with practiced precision, their voices a

and concern.

din. “She

led to a bed, the clinical environment around me a whirlwind of

protector, stays close, filling out the necessary paperwork and

as shaken up as I am,

his hand, drawing strength