48 Hours Novels & Stories

She rolled her eyes, "What are you going to do about them now?" I shrugged, "It's going to wear off after twenty four hours, they just have to be kept under watch." "What if it doesn't wear off? What if they have sniffed too much? Look at the last one I fought, he seems like he took a whole house full of it." She is actually right. But then, the minimum they can go is three days. If it surpasses three days then… My eyes widened in realization. "They'll die if it doesn't stop in three days." I blurted out.

My voice was calm, unnaturally so, but something dark and restless stirred inside me, clawing at my chest. The doctor hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line. “We can’t give you a solid time frame. However, we will keep her under observation for forty-eight hours to see how she responds. If she doesn’t wake up after that…” He paused, then continued carefully, “we can’t give you much hope of her waking up soon.” The words sent a cold shiver through me. Forty-eight hours. After that, everything would be uncertain. I turned my head slowly toward the bed.

“Has it taken a couple hours before?” “The longest someone has taken in his office was four hours.” “How long was that for?” I looked out the window. “Two weeks of lost memories.” She cursed and grabbed my arm. “Zach, maybe you shouldn’t…” Shaking my head, she let go of my arm slowly. “I have to, Stace, I have to try. He said he will pull me out if I hit eight hours, because then you’re getting into the danger zone of a self-induced coma. So, at the very most it will be eight hours. We will go from there after the appointment.”

This is the mess you got our people into, father. “DON RALPH… please… p-please… just give me one sniff… just one fucking—GIVE ME!” His arms shot out like a dagger—and our upper bodies jolted back, out of path, as those bony hands kept stretching desperately, grasping fruitlessly for us. “How much longer?” I asked. “About 12 hours—until he wears out and zonks out. Then he wakes and it’ll start all over again.” “Jesus Christ….” I sighed in exasperation.

The doctor asks. Silence! Andy is in a state of utter shock, perhaps beating himself over the fact that he cannot help his daughter at a time of dire need. I doubt he heard the doctor. "Doc, how much time do we have to gather the donors?" I ask you to break this moment of awkwardness. "I would say up to 48 hours, maximum." He responds nicely, albeit still in dismay. His eyes are on Andy even as he speaks. "Okay. Just give us a moment, doctor. We will just discuss it with my husband."

he announced staring at his wrist “I don’t understand,” I admitted. “ what happens in 47 hours, 59 minutes and 40 seconds.” Alex rolled back in his chair, a humorless smile playing on his lips. “You don’t even have that much time left anyway that’s how long you have to deliver a project that’s up to my standards. “ He paused, his gaze boring into mine. Or else consider yourself jobless.

You have thirty-six hours to reach the Final Destination. Any candidate who takes longer than that will not pass. We wish you the best of luck. I glance through the note one more time, my mind coming fully back to me now as adrenaline starts to pump through my veins. Once I’m sure that I’ve committed it all to memory, I crumple it and toss it into the corner of the box, sorting quickly through my supplies as I glance around the forest, eager to get on the move.

Remo barked, trying to lunge forward, only to gasp as his side flared with pain, "I don't have two goddamn days!" "You have forty-eight hours to get your strength back, or you'll be useless to your father anyway," I said, and then looked at the doctor, "Thank you, Dr. Vieri. I’ll make sure he stays put." As the doctor left, Remo slammed his fist into the mattress. "Forty-eight hours, Alessia. If we don't find a lead in the next two days, the trail goes cold. He’s gone."

I inquire, trying to verify something. But he growls at me in warning, his eyes glowing gold. “Please.” I implore him. He looks at me for a good second before answering briefly. “24 hours.” Then, he adds, his voice ominous. “Don't speak to me again if you cherish your life.” “What the hell is the meaning of that?” I ask, but he disregards me. 24 hours. Has Alpha Trevor figured out that his men aren't trustworthy like he believes, and right now I'm trapped in some sort of godforsaken sexual arena?

Two days. Rain had been running for the better part of two days. They’d taken a few breaks for a half-hour here and there, but since the shield Mist had activated would last for about forty-eight hours before it would power down, all four of them felt compelled to continue to run while they had the opportunity to take advantage of the safeguard.