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.

things here. I’ll take Abby

scoops me up, his arms cradling me close.

of the kitchen, is

cool evening air is a sharp contrast to the

but shiver.

the passenger seat, buckling

We’ll be there soon.”

The pain is unbearable, but having Karl beside me

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

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

a whisper. “I

you weren’t there.”

tracing comforting circles on my skin. “You don’t have to thank

I just did what anyone

not true. In my pain-induced state, I almost

has been nothing but one

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

the reassuring rhythm of his pulse against my fingers.

the car, time seems

bad is it?” I ask, my voice

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

will take care

into a comfortable silence. The hum of the engine, combined

outside

Karl’s hand is a constant, grounding

the moment. Our shared experiences

ingredients, have fostered a connection

from time to time,

a depth of emotion that’s hard

to

of the

intensifies, but I grit my teeth,

whispers, guiding me

are a stark contrast to the warm,

and doctors move about with practiced precision, their voices a blend

and concern.

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

know it, I’m being led to a bed, the

protector, stays close, filling out the

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

his hand, drawing strength from