37 Days Ago Novels & Stories

he said vaguely. “For how long?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Three hundred and fifty-eight days,” he replied.

"One month. They want you to start at the beginning of February." One month. Thirty days. Four weeks. That's all the time we had left before everything changed.

The rain pours down heavily on us. The universe is weeping. Weeping for losing such an innocent cute little angel. Marisa died yesterday. Her death crushed Ramon. I have never seen a man weep so hard. It was so bad I started crying too. I couldn't help it. It's her memorial service today.

"Ouch again. Well, it is thirteen days from today." "On a fucking Saturday?" "Yes. And it also appears that my rut cycle shall me very, very close to that date."

No more making myself small. She stood up. She turned to Cass. How much time did I just lose? He was quiet. Tell me. The shift was almost full. The fight. The healing. He took a breath. Two weeks. Maybe more. She touched her temple. The grey streak was wider. Her hair felt brittle. Three hundred and thirty-seven days left, she said. Cass nodded. Her mother made a sound like a wounded animal. Three hundred and thirty-seven days, Regina repeated. That's all you have?

he explained. He tried to approach me again to take me in his arms. Before I could make a single sound, Lira exploded and pointed angrily at him as she accused him of being insane. The leader of the warriors hastily shielded Dylan and forbade me from getting too close. Dylan's voice trembled, and he looked very wronged. "The effects of the medicine wore off after 21 days, but why haven't you recovered? Why?" I turned away to avoid his gaze. "I don't know you. If you get any closer, I'll call the police again."

"So… was it good?" I bit my lip, a small smirk creeping onto my face. Madison’s eyes widened. "Yeah, it was, wasn’t it? Bitch, how long a go did this start?" "Once, like a month and a half ago… and then nothing until at this conference." I exhaled. "Four days. Straight." Madison sucked in a breath. "Wait. Four days?" I nodded. Her mouth fell open. "Damn, girl. He was blowing your back out, huh?"

Then Theo said, very slowly, "Thirty days." "Yes." "As in one month." "That is what thirty days means, yes." He stared at me. I stared back at him. He looked down at his notepad, wrote something, looked back up at me. "Okay," he said, in the voice of a man who had decided he was simply not going to process this information right now and would deal with it at a later time. Kate raised her hand like we were in a classroom. "Ma'am, when you say thirty days, do you mean thirty days from today specifically or is that like a general ballpark kind of thirty?"

said the Robot that was in the corner “Oh thank God! What date is today?” I asked quickly, getting up to sit down on the bed. “August 9th” answered the Robot “Oh, Heck nooo, this is 3rd July,” I said quietly Then I saw a cleaner nearby and asked her about the date, and she said also on 9th August. That’s when I realized that it was the truth. I spent 37 days in the induced coma! The next day, after being checked again, they allowed me to go home.

I ask after a while "Nah, you didn't, thankfully. It's in three days. Today is the 28th. It's happening on the last day of the month, the 31st. The Council already brought a notice to that effect, you woke up just in time." She says, flashing me a smile of relief. "A lot has happened while you were unconscious." She continued saying "Oh!... A lot like what?" I ask with a frown, already praying in my mind it wouldn't be something bad