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

response, Karl gently scoops me up, his arms cradling

the aromas of the kitchen, is oddly comforting.

evening air is a sharp contrast to the heat inside, and

but shiver.

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

We’ll be there soon.”

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

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

he murmurs, shooting me a quick glance

barely above a whisper. “I don’t know

you weren’t there.”

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

did what

moment, I know that’s not true. In my pain-induced

but one thing after another.

silly; I’m just delirious from the

of his pulse against my fingers. The city lights

the

I ask,

concern etched on his features.

will take care

The hum of the engine, combined with

state. The world outside becomes a hazy, unfocused

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

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

dishes and ingredients, have fostered a connection I never

me from time to time, ensuring I’m still conscious. Each time

of emotion

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

the gravity of the situation

car, the pain intensifies, but I grit my

doing great,” he whispers, guiding me through

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

about with practiced precision, their voices

and concern.

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

I know it, I’m being led to a bed,

close, filling out the necessary paperwork

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

I clutch his hand, drawing strength from