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. I’ll take Abby

me up, his arms cradling me

the kitchen, is

is a sharp contrast

but shiver.

the passenger seat, buckling me in.

We’ll be there soon.”

arm. The pain

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

me a quick glance before focusing back

above a whisper.

you weren’t there.”

thumb tracing comforting circles on my

did what

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

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

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

feel the reassuring rhythm of his pulse against my fingers. The city lights

inside the car, time seems to

bad is it?” I ask, my voice

the concern etched on

will take care of

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

world outside

Karl’s hand is a constant, grounding me. Even

of the moment. Our shared experiences in the kitchen, the

have fostered a connection I

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

of emotion that’s hard

to a halt. The glaring lights of

the situation hits me full

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

guiding me through the automatic

a stark contrast to the warm, cozy ambiance of

with practiced precision, their voices a blend of

and concern.

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

led to a bed, the clinical environment around me

stays close, filling out the necessary

just as shaken up as I

their treatment, I clutch his hand, drawing