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 here. I’ll take

gently scoops me up, his arms cradling me

the aromas of the kitchen, is oddly comforting. My head rests against his

to his car. The cool evening air is a sharp contrast to

but shiver.

places me gently on the passenger seat, buckling me in. “Just hang in there,

We’ll be there soon.”

nod weakly, my gaze drifting to my burnt arm. The pain

strange balm. novelbin

I feel his fingers intertwining with mine. It’s

vulnerability, it means everything.

he murmurs, shooting me a quick glance before focusing back

barely above a

you weren’t there.”

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

did what anyone would

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

nothing but one

silly; I’m just delirious from the

and I feel the reassuring rhythm of his pulse against my

but inside the car, time seems to

I ask, my voice

concern etched

take care of you,

of the engine, combined with the pain,

world outside becomes a hazy, unfocused

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

of the moment. Our

and ingredients, have fostered

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

depth of emotion that’s hard to

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

the gravity of the situation hits me

out of the car, the pain intensifies, but I grit my teeth, trying

guiding

room are a stark contrast

move about with practiced precision, their voices a blend of

and concern.

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

know it, I’m being led to a bed, the clinical environment around me a whirlwind of activity.

the protector, stays close, filling out

I am, he’s my anchor in this moment. And

their treatment, I clutch his hand,