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.

taking charge, nods to Jake. “Handle things here. I’ll take Abby to

up, his arms cradling me close. The scent

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

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

but shiver.

gently on the passenger seat,

We’ll be there soon.”

my gaze drifting to my burnt arm. The pain

strange balm. novelbin

intertwining with mine. It’s a simple gesture, but in this

vulnerability, it means everything.

be okay,” he murmurs, shooting me a quick

I manage, my voice barely above a whisper.

you weren’t there.”

squeezes my hand, his thumb tracing comforting circles on my skin. “You don’t have

I just did

this moment, I know that’s not true. In my pain-induced state, I almost

been nothing but one thing after another.

most. But it’s silly; I’m just

tightens, and I feel the reassuring rhythm of his pulse against my fingers. The

us, but inside the car, time

bad is it?” I

the soft streetlights illuminating the concern etched on his

take care of you,

of the engine, combined with the pain, lulls me into

world outside becomes a hazy, unfocused

hand is a constant, grounding me. Even in the

moment. Our shared experiences in the

dishes and ingredients, have fostered a connection I never

to time, ensuring

a depth of emotion that’s hard to

car comes to a halt. The glaring

of the

the car, the pain intensifies, but I grit

whispers, guiding me through

a stark contrast to the

practiced precision, their voices

and concern.

din. “She needs help. She’s burnt her

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

filling out the necessary

as I am, he’s my anchor in this

his hand,