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.

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

for a response, Karl gently scoops me up, his arms cradling me close. The scent

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

evening air is a sharp contrast to the heat inside,

but shiver.

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

We’ll be there soon.”

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

strange balm. novelbin

car, I feel his fingers intertwining with mine. It’s a

vulnerability, it means everything.

shooting me a quick glance before focusing back on

I manage, my voice barely above a whisper.

you weren’t there.”

my hand, his thumb tracing comforting circles on my skin. “You

I just did

true. In my pain-induced state, I almost feel as

one thing after another. Like he returned

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

and I feel the reassuring rhythm of his pulse

inside the car,

is it?” I ask,

the concern etched on

doctors will take

into a comfortable silence. The hum of the

outside becomes a hazy,

through it all, the warmth of Karl’s hand is a constant, grounding me. Even

appreciate the intimacy of the moment. Our shared experiences in

fostered a connection I never

glance over at me from time to

emotion that’s hard to

car comes to a halt. The glaring lights of the hospital

the gravity of the situation hits

Karl helps me out of the car, the pain intensifies, but I grit my teeth, trying to

doing great,” he whispers, guiding me

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

with practiced

and concern.

through the din.

being led to a bed, the clinical

close, filling out the necessary

up as I am,

treatment, I clutch his hand, drawing