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

scoops me up, his

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

air is a sharp

but shiver.

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

We’ll be there soon.”

weakly, my gaze drifting to my burnt arm. The

strange balm. novelbin

intertwining with mine. It’s a simple gesture, but in

vulnerability, it means everything.

shooting me a quick glance before

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

you weren’t there.”

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

did

In my

Karl’s return to me has been nothing but one thing after another.

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

grip tightens, and I feel the reassuring rhythm of his pulse against my

the

bad is it?” I ask, my

over, the soft streetlights illuminating the concern etched on his features. “It’s not for me

doctors will take care of

silence. The hum of the engine, combined with

world outside becomes

warmth of Karl’s hand is a

help but appreciate the intimacy of the moment. Our shared experiences in

and ingredients, have fostered a connection I never

time to

emotion that’s

comes to a halt. The glaring lights of the

the situation hits

pain intensifies, but I grit my teeth, trying

doing great,” he whispers, guiding me through the automatic

are a stark

with practiced precision, their voices

and concern.

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

I’m being led to a bed,

protector, stays close, filling out the necessary paperwork and answering

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

treatment, I clutch his hand,