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

kitchen, is oddly

The cool evening air is a sharp contrast

but shiver.

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

We’ll be there soon.”

to my burnt arm. The pain is

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

a quick glance before focusing

manage, my voice barely above a whisper.

you weren’t there.”

thumb tracing comforting circles

just did

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

one thing after another. Like he returned at just

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

rhythm of his pulse against

the car, time seems

is it?” I ask, my

glances over, the soft streetlights illuminating the concern etched on his features.

will take care of you,

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

world outside becomes a hazy, unfocused

the warmth of Karl’s hand is a constant,

appreciate the intimacy of the moment. Our

dishes and ingredients, have fostered a connection I never

feel him glance over at me from time to

of emotion that’s

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

gravity of the situation hits me

intensifies, but I grit my teeth, trying to put on a

great,” he whispers, guiding me

white interiors of the emergency room are a stark contrast

move about with practiced precision,

and concern.

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

it, I’m being led to a bed, the clinical environment around me a whirlwind of activity.

out the necessary

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

their treatment, I clutch his hand, drawing strength from