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.

taking charge, nods to Jake. “Handle things

up, his arms cradling me close. The scent of

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

car. The cool evening air is a sharp contrast

but shiver.

the car, he places me gently on the passenger

We’ll be there soon.”

burnt arm. The pain is unbearable, but having Karl beside

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

he murmurs, shooting me a quick glance before focusing back

a whisper. “I don’t know

you weren’t there.”

hand, his thumb tracing comforting circles

just did what anyone would

I know that’s not true. In my pain-induced state, I almost feel as

nothing but one thing

I needed him the most. But it’s silly; I’m just delirious

of

but inside the car, time

I ask, my voice

glances over, the soft streetlights illuminating the concern etched on his features. “It’s not

doctors will take

The hum of the engine, combined with the pain, lulls me into

outside becomes a hazy,

through it all, the warmth of Karl’s hand is a constant,

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

ingredients, have fostered a

glance over at me from time to time, ensuring I’m still

depth of emotion that’s hard to

the car comes to a halt. The

the gravity of the

intensifies, but I

great,” he whispers, guiding

white interiors of the emergency room are a stark contrast to

and doctors move about with practiced precision, their voices a

and concern.

through the din. “She needs help.

to a bed, the clinical environment around me a whirlwind of activity.

out the

I am, he’s my anchor

their treatment, I clutch his hand, drawing