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 me

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

air is a sharp contrast to the heat

but shiver.

me gently on the passenger seat, buckling me

We’ll be there soon.”

The pain is unbearable, but having Karl beside me

strange balm. novelbin

car, I feel his fingers intertwining with

vulnerability, it means everything.

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

you, Karl,” I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know

you weren’t there.”

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

just did what anyone

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

been nothing but one thing after another. Like he returned at just the

most. But it’s silly; I’m

I feel the reassuring rhythm of his pulse

the

I ask,

the concern etched

The doctors will take care of you,

a comfortable silence. The hum of the

outside becomes

all, the warmth of Karl’s hand is a

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

and ingredients, have fostered

me from time to

a depth of emotion that’s hard

comes to a halt.

gravity of the

the car, the pain intensifies, but I grit

he whispers, guiding me through the

of the emergency room are a stark contrast to the

about with practiced precision, their voices a blend

and concern.

the din. “She needs help.

bed, the clinical environment around me a

filling out the

as I am, he’s my anchor

I clutch his