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.

nods to Jake. “Handle things here.

me up, his arms cradling me close. The scent of

the kitchen, is oddly comforting. My head rests against

me out to his car. The cool evening air is a sharp contrast to the heat inside, and I can’t

but shiver.

on the passenger seat, buckling

We’ll be there soon.”

my burnt arm. The pain is unbearable, but having

strange balm. novelbin

fingers intertwining with mine. It’s a simple

vulnerability, it means everything.

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

voice barely above a whisper.

you weren’t there.”

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

I just did

that’s not true. In my

me has been nothing but one thing after another. Like

But it’s silly; I’m just

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

but inside the car, time seems

I

over, the soft streetlights illuminating the concern etched on his

doctors will take care of you,

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

outside becomes a hazy, unfocused

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

of the moment. Our shared experiences in the kitchen, the

dishes and ingredients, have fostered

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

a depth of emotion that’s

car comes to a halt.

gravity of the situation

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

doing great,” he whispers, guiding

are a stark contrast

doctors move about with practiced precision,

and concern.

din. “She needs

to a bed, the clinical environment

protector, stays close, filling out the necessary paperwork and answering

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

I clutch his