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

response, Karl gently scoops me up, his arms cradling

kitchen, is oddly comforting. My head rests against his

air is a sharp contrast to

but shiver.

car, he places me gently on the passenger seat, buckling

We’ll be there soon.”

arm. The pain is unbearable, but

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

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

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

you weren’t there.”

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

did what anyone

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

nothing but one

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

but inside the car, time seems

it?” I ask,

the concern etched

will take care of you,

lapse into a comfortable silence. The hum 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,

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

ingredients, have fostered a connection

from time to time,

a depth of emotion

feels like mere moments before the car comes to a

the situation

pain intensifies, but I grit my teeth, trying to

guiding me through the

are a stark contrast to

move about with practiced

and concern.

voice, however, cuts through the din. “She needs help. She’s

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

out the necessary paperwork and answering

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

his hand, drawing