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.

Jake. “Handle things here. I’ll

gently scoops me up, his arms cradling

of the kitchen, is oddly comforting. My head

evening air is a sharp

but shiver.

the car, he places me gently on the passenger

We’ll be there soon.”

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

strange balm. novelbin

his fingers intertwining with mine. It’s a simple

vulnerability, it means everything.

gonna be okay,” he murmurs, shooting me a quick glance before focusing back on

you, Karl,” I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know

you weren’t there.”

his thumb tracing comforting circles on my skin. “You don’t

did

true. In my pain-induced state, I almost feel

Karl’s return to me has been nothing but one thing after another.

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

rhythm of his pulse against my fingers.

us, but inside the car, time seems to

bad is it?” I ask, my voice

concern etched

will take

of the engine, combined with the pain,

outside becomes

the warmth of Karl’s hand is a constant,

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

dishes and ingredients, have fostered a connection

feel him glance over at me from time to time, ensuring I’m still conscious. Each

of emotion that’s hard

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

of the situation hits me

intensifies, but I grit my teeth, trying to put on

whispers, guiding me through the

white interiors of the emergency room are a stark contrast to

and doctors move about with practiced precision, their

and concern.

cuts through the din. “She needs

led to a bed, the clinical

the protector, stays close, filling out the necessary paperwork and answering

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

their treatment, I clutch his hand, drawing strength