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

Karl gently scoops me up,

is oddly comforting. My head rests against

carries me out to his car. The cool evening air is

but shiver.

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

We’ll be there soon.”

The pain is unbearable, but having Karl

strange balm. novelbin

the car, I feel his fingers intertwining with mine. It’s a simple gesture, but in this moment

vulnerability, it means everything.

shooting me a quick

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

you weren’t there.”

thumb tracing comforting circles on my skin. “You

just did what anyone

not true. In

one thing

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

and I feel the reassuring rhythm of his pulse against my fingers. The city lights

but inside the car, time

it?” I ask,

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

The doctors will take care of

silence. The hum of the engine,

state. The world outside becomes a

the warmth of Karl’s hand is a constant, grounding me. Even in the

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

and ingredients, have fostered a

over at me from time to time, ensuring I’m still conscious. Each time our eyes

a depth of emotion that’s

moments before the car comes to a halt. The glaring lights of the

the gravity of the situation hits

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

whispers, guiding me

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

and doctors move about with practiced precision, their voices

and concern.

voice, however, cuts through the din. “She needs help.

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

stays close, filling out the

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

treatment, I clutch his hand,