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 here.

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

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

air is a sharp contrast to the heat inside, and

but shiver.

passenger

We’ll be there soon.”

gaze drifting to my burnt arm. The pain is

strange balm. novelbin

fingers intertwining with mine. It’s a simple

vulnerability, it means everything.

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

a whisper.

you weren’t there.”

tracing comforting circles on my skin. “You don’t have to

did

this moment, I know that’s not true. In my

to me has been nothing but one thing after another. Like he

I’m just delirious from the

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

inside the car, time seems

bad is it?” I ask,

the soft streetlights illuminating the concern etched

will take care of you,

into a comfortable silence. The hum of the engine, combined with the pain, lulls me into

world outside becomes a hazy, unfocused

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

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

fostered a

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

depth of emotion that’s hard to

to a halt. The glaring lights of the hospital

gravity of the situation

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

doing great,” he whispers, guiding

are a stark contrast to the warm,

Nurses and doctors move about with practiced

and concern.

din. “She needs

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

out the

shaken up as I am, he’s my anchor

his