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 here. I’ll take Abby to

gently scoops me up, his arms

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

evening air is a sharp contrast

but shiver.

he places me gently on the passenger seat,

We’ll be there soon.”

nod weakly, my gaze drifting to my burnt arm. The pain is unbearable, but having Karl beside me is

strange balm. novelbin

his fingers intertwining with

vulnerability, it means everything.

shooting me a quick glance before

voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know what I would’ve

you weren’t there.”

tracing comforting circles on my skin.

I just did what

moment, I know that’s not true. In my

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

most. But it’s silly; I’m

rhythm of his

the car,

it?” I ask, my voice

the concern etched on his features. “It’s not for me

doctors will take care

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

outside

of Karl’s hand is a constant,

the moment. Our shared experiences in the kitchen,

have fostered

to time, ensuring I’m still conscious. Each time our eyes

a depth of emotion

before the car comes to a halt. The glaring

of the situation

intensifies, but I grit my teeth, trying to put on a

guiding me through the

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

practiced precision, their voices a blend of

and concern.

through the din. “She needs help. She’s burnt her

being led to a bed, the clinical environment around me a

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

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

clutch his hand,