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.

things

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

mixed with the aromas of the kitchen, is oddly comforting. My

me out to his car. The cool evening air is a sharp contrast

but shiver.

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

We’ll be there soon.”

nod weakly, my gaze drifting to my burnt arm. The pain

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

okay,” he murmurs, shooting me a

Karl,” I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know what I

you weren’t there.”

my hand, his thumb tracing comforting circles on my

did what anyone would

In my

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

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

rhythm of his pulse against my fingers. The city

inside the car, time

is it?” I

soft streetlights illuminating the concern etched on

will take care

lapse into a comfortable silence. The hum of the

world outside becomes a hazy, unfocused

warmth of Karl’s hand is a constant,

the moment.

ingredients, have fostered

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

depth of emotion

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

the gravity of the situation hits me

but I grit my teeth, trying to put on

guiding

emergency room are a stark contrast to

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

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 necessary

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

his hand, drawing strength from