Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 43: True Passion
Abby

The antiseptic smell of the hospital surrounds me, a cold, clinical scent that seems to hang in the air. I

glance down at my arm, now wrapped in white gauze, the skin beneath it red and angry. The pain

pulses with every heartbeat, but it’s a dull, manageable ache for now.

“Abby, you should be heading home to rest,” the doctor’s firm voice breaks through my thoughts. He’s

an older man, silver hair and a gentle, fatherly demeanor. “That burn needs time to heal, and you need

time to recover.”

“I understand, doctor,” I reply, doing my best to sound appreciative. “Thank you.”

Karl waits just outside the small cubicle, flipping through a magazine. The fluorescent lights highlight

the worry lines on his forehead. He looks up as I emerge, magazine forgotten.

“All set?”

I nod, reaching for my jacket with my uninjured arm. Karl moves quickly to help, his fingers brushing

against mine. The touch is unintentional, but it sends a rush of warmth through me.

“Thanks,” I murmur, avoiding his gaze.

He just nods, his expression serious. “I’ll drive you home.”

But as I step into the corridor, the weight of unfinished business pulls at me. “Not home. Back to the

restaurant.”

He stops in his tracks, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Are you serious, Abby? After what you’ve just

been through?”

“The night isn’t over,” I reply firmly, pain making my voice sharper than intended. “The restaurant needs

me.”

Karl shakes his head, clearly struggling to comprehend my determination. “Let’s sit for a moment,” he

suggests, guiding me towards a set of chairs in the waiting area. It’s relatively quiet here, a few people

sca ttered about, absorbed in their own world of worry and waiting.

He waits for me to get settled before taking the seat next to me. “Abby, talk to me. Why do you feel the

need to go back there tonight? It’s just one night.”

I turn to face him, biting my lip. “You weren’t there when I opened up the restaurant.”

turning a slight shade of red. “No.

murmur, my voice soft. “It’s

going to keep

me tonight.”

long moment, his brown eyes filled with a mix of

harsh lighting casts shadows on his face, making him look

carefully. “It’s not

that. But sometimes, you need to step

hum of the hospital, the beeping of machines and

our conversation. I feel a pang of nostalgia. It reminds me of the

around one another.

all mussed together.

me going. When I

pulls me through. If I back down now, even for a

myself? To my staff?”

hair. “It’s just that… when I saw that fire, when

the hell out of

send a pang through my chest. Without thinking, I reach out, placing a

your concern, truly.

is to understand.”

a moment, absorbing my words. The

determined glint in his eyes. “Fine,

condition.”

an eyebrow.

If you’re going back to

at my

leave the hospital, the night air greets us, a stark contrast to the

distance, the

parked nearby, and he holds the door open

asks, one

reply with newfound

the restaurant is filled with comfortable silence, the kind that comes with

into

corner holding a

restaurant comes into view, I feel a mixture of anxiety and

bustling, a testament to my

front, his gaze fixed on the entrance.

reply with a

electric. Servers move with

air. I can see Jake orchestrating

tension in his shoulders.

spots me as I enter, relief flooding

I?” I

on his lips. “You truly

would’ve given up, you

happens when you find something

shakes his head in wonder. “You never cease to