Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 121 Summary
In Chapter 121 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” Brad reaches out to a woman he cares about, inviting her to dinner. Initially cautious, she agrees, and Brad feels a surge of relief and anticipation at the thought of their meeting. However, just as he prepares to pick her up, he receives an unexpected call from Mira, who expresses distress and reveals that she is unwell. Despite his reservations, memories of a past relationship flood his mind, compelling him to help her in her time of need.
When Brad arrives at Mira’s home, he finds her in a vulnerable state, lying motionless on the floor. Instinctively, he rushes to her side, feeling a mix of urgency and concern as he lifts her onto the couch. Mira’s frail condition worries him, but she finds comfort in his presence, claiming that his Alpha energy helps her heal. This connection stirs conflicting emotions within Brad, especially as he recalls his past with Elle, making him question his choices.
As they prepare to head to the medical center, an accident occurs when Mira accidentally spills water on Brad’s phone, heightening the tension. Despite her apologies and tears, Brad tries to remain calm, though he feels frustrated by the situation. They make their way to the medical center, where Mira is quickly attended to, but Brad’s anxiety grows as he waits for news about her condition.
Inside the medical center, Mira expresses her fear and loneliness, pleading for Brad to stay with her until her IV treatment is complete. Though he feels torn between his responsibilities and his loyalty to her, he ultimately decides to stay, recognizing her vulnerability and the depth of her need for support. This moment reveals a complex emotional landscape for both characters, as they navigate their past and the present circumstances that bind them together.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 121**
**Brad’s POV**
“Get me? Where to?” Her tone was laced with caution, a hint of distance in her voice that made me wonder what was going through her mind.
“I haven’t eaten yet,” I replied, getting straight to the point. “Would you join me for dinner?”
A moment of silence stretched between us, and I could almost hear her weighing the options in her head, the internal battle evident even over the phone.
“Okay,” she finally said, her voice softening. “I’ll send you the address.”
A wave of relief washed over me, so intense that my wolf stirred within, practically howling with satisfaction at the prospect of seeing her. “Great. I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes,” I confirmed, a smile breaking through my earlier tension.
As soon as I hung up, I made my way to my sleek black Lamborghini, feeling lighter than I had all day. The anticipation of our dinner filled me with a sense of hope.
Then, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
Mira’s name lit up the screen, and I felt my jaw tighten instinctively. After everything that had transpired today, the last thing I wanted was to navigate more complications.
Yet, something compelled me to answer.
“Brad…” Her voice came through, soft and breathless, with that familiar melodic quality that had once sent my heart racing. Now, however, it filled me with a sense of wariness. “I’m really sorry to bother you.”
“What is it, Mira?” I kept my tone neutral, maintaining a professional demeanor despite the turmoil brewing inside me.
“I…” She hesitated, and I could hear the distress seeping into her voice. “I’m not feeling well…”
“Can’t you call someone else?” I asked, already knowing the answer but hoping for a different outcome.
“There’s no one else,” she admitted, her voice trembling. Then, I heard a soft, pained moan, followed by a sound that made my heart drop—a crash, like something heavy hitting the floor.
The werewolf within me instantly went on high alert at the sound of her distress. “Brad, I… I think I’m really in trouble here.”
Damn it. My grip tightened around the steering wheel as memories surged back—Elle. I couldn’t just leave her there, suffering.
“Brad?” Mira’s voice came again, weaker this time, a fragile whisper that tugged at my heart. “I’m sorry for asking, but I wouldn’t if I had any other choice.”
I closed my eyes for a brief second, battling my conscience. Elle would understand, wouldn’t she?
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” I said, already making a U-turn, urgency propelling me forward.
“Thank you,” she breathed, relief palpable in her voice. “Thank you so much, Brad.”
“Mira?” I called softly as I pushed the door open, my heart pounding with unease.
The sight that greeted me made my heart stop. Mira lay motionless on the floor, draped in a flowing white gown that gave her an ethereal, almost ghostly appearance. Her vibrant spirit seemed extinguished, and I could barely detect the rise and fall of her breath.
Without a second thought, I rushed to her side, gathering her frail form into my arms. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, and as I lifted her onto the couch, she felt alarmingly light.
“Mira, can you hear me?” My Alpha voice emerged, firm yet laced with concern.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, unfocused and glassy. “Brad?” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “You… you came.”
“Of course I came,” I assured her. “Is it happening again?”
“Yeah,” she murmured, attempting to sit up but failing. “I just suddenly felt so weak. And there’s this pain…” She gestured vaguely at her abdomen, her expression filled with discomfort.
I was already reaching for my keys, determination surging within me. “I’ll take you to the medical center right now.”
But her hand caught my wrist, and I paused, looking down at her.
“Brad,” she said, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks, glistening like diamonds against her pale skin. “Before you came, I couldn’t even stand. Now that you’re here, I already feel stronger. Don’t you remember? Your Alpha presence always helped me heal faster.”
Damn it. She wasn’t wrong.
I glanced at my watch, anxiety creeping in as I felt my stomach drop.
“Thank you,” she whispered against my shoulder, her breath warm against my skin. “I knew you wouldn’t abandon me when I needed you.”
“I’m still so dizzy. Could you help me get ready?”
I nodded, already standing. “Of course. What do you need?”
“There’s a bag in my bedroom with my medications,” she said, still leaning heavily against the couch. “And maybe you could help me to the car? I don’t think I can walk on my own yet.”
As I made my way toward her bedroom to retrieve the bag, I heard a splash followed by a gasp behind me.
“Oh no!” Mira’s voice was filled with genuine distress. “Brad, I’m so sorry!”
I turned to see her clutching my phone, water dripping from both the device and her trembling hands. A glass that had evidently been on the side table was now empty and lying on its side, a casualty of her struggle.
“I was trying to reach for my tissue box and knocked over my water glass,” she explained, tears streaming down her face, amplifying my sense of urgency. “Your phone was right there, and it got soaked. I’m so sorry, I tried to dry it off, but it won’t turn on.”
I took the phone from her hands, pressing the power button repeatedly, but nothing happened. The screen remained black, a void of frustration.
“Damn,” I muttered, though I made an effort to keep the irritation from my voice.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” Mira said immediately, her voice thick with tears. “I promise. I’m so sorry, Brad.”
“It’s fine,” I replied, though my wolf was howling in distress. Without my phone, I had no way to contact Elle, no means to explain the delay. “Accidents happen.”
But even as I said it, a nagging suspicion crept into my mind. The timing felt almost too convenient.
“Come on,” I urged, pushing the doubts aside for now. “Let’s get you to the medical center.”
Inside the medical center, the staff recognized me immediately and rushed to attend to Mira. They set her up in a private room, beginning to run tests, checking her vitals and blood work. I found myself pacing the small waiting area, anxiety gnawing at me.
“Mr. Rayne?” A nurse appeared, her expression serious. “Ms. Collins is asking for you. She’s been set up for IV fluids and medication, but she seems very anxious about being alone.”
I followed the nurse back to Mira’s room, where she lay in the hospital bed, an IV drip attached to her arm. Under the harsh medical lighting, she looked small and vulnerable, a stark contrast to the vibrant woman I knew.
“Brad,” she said, reaching out her free hand toward me, her eyes wide with fear. “Don’t go. Please. I know I’m being selfish, but I’m scared.”
I glanced at my watch, the minutes ticking away.
“Mira, you’re getting the care you need now. Maybe I should—”
“Please,” she interrupted, tears welling in her eyes again, shimmering like liquid glass. “I know I don’t have the right to ask anything of you anymore. But could you just… stay until the IV is finished? The doctor said it would only take about an hour.”
I ran a hand through my hair, feeling torn between competing loyalties. “Can’t you call someone else to sit with you? What about your friends from Frostclaw Pack?”
“Yara is busy with her mating ceremony preparations,” Mira said quietly, her voice trembling. “And Lester is dealing with pack business. There really isn’t anyone else, Brad. I’m more alone than I’ve ever been.”
The admission struck me harder than it should have. Despite everything between us, the thought of her feeling completely isolated tugged at something deep within my Alpha nature.
“Just until the IV is done,” I conceded at last, settling into the chair beside her bed, my heart heavy with unspoken words.
Her face lit up with relief, and a glimmer of something else I couldn’t quite identify flickered in her eyes. “Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me.”
Conclusion
As I sat beside Mira, the weight of our shared history pressed down on me, mingling with the urgency of the present moment. The hospital room, sterile and cold, contrasted sharply with the warmth of our past, a reminder of the bond we had forged and the pain that had driven us apart. Mira’s vulnerability in that bed stirred something deep within me, a flicker of the connection we once had, reminding me of the countless times I had rushed to her side, driven by the instinct to protect and heal. Despite the complications that loomed between us, I felt a fierce determination to be there for her now, to bridge the chasm that had formed in our relationship.
Yet, even as I offered her my presence, my heart remained torn. The image of Elle lingered in my mind, a ghost of my past that whispered doubts and insecurities. I was caught between the loyalty I felt toward her and the undeniable pull of my Alpha instincts towards Mira. As I grasped her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against my palm, I realized that this moment was not just about physical healing; it was a chance for emotional reconciliation as well. The waves of uncertainty that had threatened to drown me began to recede, replaced by a fragile hope that perhaps, together, we could navigate the stormy waters of our past and find a way forward, no matter how complicated it might be.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As the tension between duty and desire continues to mount, readers can anticipate a deepening complexity in Brad’s relationships. With Mira vulnerable and in need of his support, the chapter is poised to explore the emotional weight of his past with her, juxtaposed against his growing feelings for Elle. This internal conflict will not only challenge Brad’s sense of loyalty but also force him to confront the ghosts of his past—memories that may resurface in unexpected ways. How will he navigate this tangled web of emotions while ensuring Mira’s safety?
Moreover, the stakes are raised as Mira’s condition remains precarious, and the presence of the medical staff hints at potential revelations about her health that could impact their lives. Will Brad’s protective instincts lead him to make choices that could jeopardize his budding romance with Elle? As the clock ticks down on Mira’s IV treatment, the urgency of the situation will heighten the drama, compelling Brad to make decisions that could alter the course of all their lives. Expect heart-pounding moments, unexpected twists, and perhaps even a revelation that will challenge everything Brad thought he knew about loyalty, love, and sacrifice.
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