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.

charge, nods to Jake. “Handle things

me up, his

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

carries me out to his car. The cool evening air is

but shiver.

the passenger seat, buckling me in.

We’ll be there soon.”

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

strange balm. novelbin

with mine. It’s

vulnerability, it means everything.

me a quick glance before focusing back on the

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

you weren’t there.”

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

just did what anyone

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

but one thing after another. Like

I’m just delirious from the pain of the

of his pulse against my fingers.

inside the car,

bad is it?” I ask, my

soft streetlights illuminating the concern etched on his

doctors will take care

The hum of the engine, combined with the pain, lulls

world outside becomes a

hand is a constant,

but appreciate the intimacy of the moment. Our

dishes and ingredients, have fostered

me from time to time, ensuring

a depth of emotion

moments before the car comes to a halt. The glaring lights of the

gravity of the situation hits me

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

great,” he whispers, guiding me through the

are a stark contrast to the warm,

and doctors move about with practiced precision, their voices

and concern.

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

led to a bed, the clinical

stays close, filling out the necessary

I can tell he’s just as shaken up as I am, he’s my anchor

their treatment, I clutch his hand, drawing