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

a response, Karl gently scoops me up, his arms cradling me close. The scent

the aromas of the kitchen, is

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

but shiver.

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

We’ll be there soon.”

burnt arm. The pain is unbearable, but having

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

gonna be okay,” he murmurs, shooting me a quick glance before focusing

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

you weren’t there.”

comforting circles on my

did what anyone

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

but one thing

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

of his pulse against

inside the

it?” I ask, my voice

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

doctors will take care of you,

comfortable silence. The hum of the engine, combined

world outside

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

the moment.

have fostered a connection I

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

depth of emotion that’s

mere moments before the car comes to

of the situation hits

the car, the pain intensifies, but I grit my teeth,

whispers, guiding

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

about with practiced precision,

and concern.

however, cuts through the din. “She needs

a bed, the

filling out the

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

clutch his