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.

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

scoops me up, his arms cradling me close. The scent

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

his car. The cool evening air is a sharp

but shiver.

car, he places me gently on the passenger seat,

We’ll be there soon.”

to my burnt arm. 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.

a quick glance before focusing back on the

a whisper. “I don’t know

you weren’t there.”

thumb tracing comforting circles on my skin. “You don’t have to thank

did what

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

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

I’m just delirious from the pain of the burn

rhythm of his pulse against

inside the

bad is it?” I ask,

the soft streetlights illuminating the concern etched on his

doctors will take care of you,

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

world outside

of Karl’s hand is a constant, grounding me.

but appreciate the intimacy of the moment. Our shared

ingredients, have fostered a connection I never

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

a depth of emotion

the car comes to a halt. The

the situation

but I grit my teeth, trying to

great,” he whispers, guiding me through the automatic

of the emergency room are a stark contrast to the

doctors move about with practiced precision, their voices a blend of

and concern.

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

I’m being led to a bed, the clinical environment

out the necessary

as shaken up as I

clutch his hand, drawing