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 here. I’ll take Abby

up, his arms cradling

aromas of the kitchen, is

evening air is a sharp contrast to

but shiver.

gently on the passenger

We’ll be there soon.”

my gaze drifting to my burnt arm. The pain

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

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

a whisper. “I don’t

you weren’t there.”

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

I just did what anyone would

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

but one thing

silly; I’m just delirious from the

reassuring rhythm of his pulse against my fingers. The city lights

the car, time seems to

I ask,

concern etched on his features. “It’s not for me

The doctors will take care of

comfortable silence. The hum of the

state. The world outside

of Karl’s hand is a constant, grounding me. Even in the throes of pain,

moment. Our shared experiences in the kitchen, the

dishes and ingredients, have fostered

to

of emotion that’s hard to

before the car comes to a halt. The glaring

the gravity of the situation hits me

me out of the car, the pain intensifies, but I grit my teeth, trying to put

he whispers, guiding me through

are a stark contrast to the warm, cozy ambiance of

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

and concern.

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

to a bed, the clinical

filling out the necessary paperwork

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

their treatment, I clutch his hand, drawing strength from