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.”

his face turning a slight shade of red. “No.

I murmur, my voice soft. “It’s a culmination of every dream I’ve

faced. One disaster isn’t going

me tonight.”

his brown eyes filled with a mix of admiration and

room’s harsh lighting casts shadows on his face, making him look

starts, choosing his words carefully. “It’s not about your determination or

need to step back and

hospital, the beeping of

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

wound around one another. Now, it feels

all mussed together.

what keeps me going. When

back down now, even for a night, what message am I

myself? To my staff?”

hand through his hair. “It’s just that… when I saw that

It scared the hell

through my chest. Without

his. “I know. And I’m grateful for your concern, truly. But the best way you can support

is to understand.”

absorbing my words. The m uffled sounds

a determined glint in

condition.”

an eyebrow.

back to that restaurant,

tugs at my

the hospital, the night air greets us, a stark contrast to the sterile environment

is alive, lights glittering in the distance, the gentle hum of

car is parked nearby, and he holds the door open for me, ever

asks, one last

reply with newfound

drive back to the restaurant is filled with comfortable silence, the kind that comes

the window blurs into a cascade of lights and

street corner holding a

into view, I

bustling, a testament to

gaze fixed

reply

electric. Servers move with purpose, the kitchen hums with activity, and

wafts through the air. I can see

tension in his shoulders.

spots me as I enter, relief flooding

I?” I

the exchange, an amused smile on his lips. “You

given up, you

what happens when you find something that really

in wonder. “You never cease to