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 of

is oddly comforting. My head rests

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

but shiver.

he places me gently on the passenger seat, buckling me

We’ll be there soon.”

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

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

he murmurs, shooting me a quick glance

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

you weren’t there.”

comforting circles on my skin. “You don’t

just did what anyone would

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

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

needed him the most. But it’s silly; I’m just delirious from the pain

tightens, and I feel the reassuring rhythm of his pulse against

us, but inside the car, time

it?” I ask,

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

will take care of you,

of the engine, combined with

state. The world outside becomes a hazy, unfocused

through it all, the warmth of Karl’s hand is a constant, grounding me. Even in the throes of

but appreciate the intimacy of the moment. Our shared experiences in the kitchen,

have fostered a connection I

to time, ensuring I’m still conscious. Each time our

emotion that’s hard

the car comes to a halt. The glaring lights of the hospital

of the situation

the pain intensifies, but I grit my teeth, trying to put

whispers, guiding me through the automatic

white interiors of the emergency room are a stark

move about with practiced precision, their voices

and concern.

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

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

protector, stays close, filling out the necessary paperwork

up as I am, he’s my anchor in this moment.

treatment, I clutch his