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

Karl gently scoops me up, his arms

kitchen, is oddly

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

but shiver.

places me gently on the passenger

We’ll be there soon.”

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

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

he murmurs, shooting me a quick glance before focusing

barely above a

you weren’t there.”

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

just did what anyone would

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

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

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

grip tightens, and I feel the reassuring rhythm of his

inside the car, time seems to

bad is it?” I ask,

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

doctors will take care

the engine, combined with the pain, lulls

The world outside becomes a hazy,

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

the moment.

and ingredients, have fostered a connection

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

depth of emotion

feels like mere moments before the car comes to a halt. The glaring lights of the hospital loom

the

out of the car, the pain intensifies, but

he whispers, guiding me through the

interiors of the emergency room are a stark contrast to the warm, cozy ambiance

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

and concern.

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

led to a bed, the clinical environment

protector, stays close, filling out

just as shaken up as I am, he’s my

his hand, drawing strength from