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.

“Handle things here. I’ll

up,

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

The cool evening air is a sharp

but shiver.

the car, he places me gently on the passenger seat,

We’ll be there soon.”

arm. The pain is unbearable, but

strange balm. novelbin

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

vulnerability, it means everything.

a

voice barely above a

you weren’t there.”

thumb tracing comforting circles on

I just did

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

been nothing but one thing after another. Like he returned

I’m just delirious from

rhythm of his pulse against my

us, but inside the car, time seems

bad is it?” I ask,

the concern etched on his features.

doctors will take

The hum of the engine, combined with

state. The world outside becomes a hazy,

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

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

ingredients, have fostered

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

depth of emotion

feels like mere moments before the car comes to a halt.

of the

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

guiding me through the automatic

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

move about with practiced

and concern.

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

being led to a bed, the clinical

close, filling out the necessary paperwork and answering

as I am,

clutch his hand, drawing strength