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.

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

kitchen, is oddly

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

but shiver.

me gently on the passenger seat,

We’ll be there soon.”

weakly, my gaze drifting to my burnt arm. The pain is unbearable, but

strange balm. novelbin

with

vulnerability, it means everything.

a quick glance before focusing back on the

above a whisper. “I don’t know what I would’ve done

you weren’t there.”

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

just did

not true. In my

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

the most. But it’s silly; I’m just delirious from the pain of the burn on

rhythm of his pulse against

but inside the car, time seems

is it?” I

over, the soft streetlights illuminating the concern

doctors will take care of you,

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

state. The world outside becomes

a constant, grounding me. Even in the

appreciate the intimacy of the moment. Our shared

ingredients, have fostered a connection I

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

of emotion that’s

car comes to a halt. The

the situation hits

car, the pain intensifies, but I grit my teeth,

guiding me through the automatic

emergency room are a stark contrast to the warm,

practiced precision, their voices a blend

and concern.

voice, however, cuts through the din. “She needs

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

the protector, stays close, filling out

I can tell he’s just as shaken up as I am, he’s my anchor in this moment.

treatment, I clutch his hand, drawing