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.”

away, his face turning a slight shade of red. “No. I

my voice

going to keep me away. And

me tonight.”

eyes filled with a mix

his face,

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

you need to step back and take

beeping of machines and hushed conversations, provides

of nostalgia.

when our paths were neatly wound around one another. Now, it feels like

all mussed together.

restaurant is what keeps me going. When I face challenges, when things get tough, it’s

through. If I back down now, even for

myself? To my staff?”

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

hell out

chest. Without

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

is to understand.”

moment, absorbing my words.

he looks up, a determined glint in his eyes.

condition.”

raise an

going back to that restaurant, I’m staying by your

at my lips.

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

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

holds the door open for me, ever the gentleman. “You

asks, one last

I reply

with comfortable silence,

blurs into a cascade of lights and shadows, each

corner holding

into view, I feel a mixture of anxiety and excitement.

testament to

out front, his gaze fixed on the entrance.

reply

Servers move with purpose, the kitchen hums with activity,

of delicious food wafts through the air. I can see

tension in his shoulders.

as I enter, relief

promised, didn’t I?” I reply with a

amused smile on his lips. “You truly are something else,

would’ve given up,

chuckle. “That’s what happens when you find something

shakes his head in wonder.