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

scoops me up, his arms cradling me close. The scent

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

is a sharp contrast to the heat inside, and

but shiver.

the car, he places me gently on the passenger seat, buckling me in.

We’ll be there soon.”

arm. The pain is unbearable, but having Karl

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

he murmurs, shooting me a quick

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

you weren’t there.”

my hand, his thumb tracing comforting circles on my skin. “You

I just did

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

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

most. But it’s silly; I’m

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

but inside the car,

I

glances over, the soft streetlights illuminating the concern etched on his features.

take care of

comfortable silence. The hum of the engine,

The world outside

Karl’s hand is a constant, grounding me. Even in

help but appreciate the intimacy of the moment.

fostered

at me from time to time,

depth of emotion that’s

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

the

but I

doing great,” he whispers, guiding me through the

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

about with practiced precision, their

and concern.

through the din. “She needs help. She’s burnt her

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

the protector, stays close, filling out the necessary paperwork

up as I

treatment, I clutch his hand, drawing strength