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.

taking charge, nods to Jake. “Handle things here. I’ll take

Karl gently scoops me up, his arms cradling me close. The scent of

aromas of the kitchen, is oddly comforting. My

cool evening air is

but shiver.

passenger seat, buckling me in. “Just

We’ll be there soon.”

The pain is unbearable, but

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

okay,” he murmurs, shooting me a

above a whisper. “I

you weren’t there.”

circles on my skin. “You

I just did

In my pain-induced state, I almost feel as

nothing but one thing

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

grip tightens, and I feel the reassuring rhythm of his

us, but inside the car,

I

over, the soft streetlights illuminating the concern etched on

take care of you,

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

outside becomes a hazy,

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

the intimacy of the moment. Our shared experiences in the

have fostered a connection

to

emotion

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

of the

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

he whispers, guiding

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

practiced precision, their voices

and concern.

din. “She needs help.

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

protector, stays close, filling out the necessary paperwork

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

his hand, drawing