If We Had 5 More Minutes Novels & Stories

"How does that happen? The pharmacy is staffed around the clock." "The tech stepped out for a minute. When he came back, one of the meds was gone. It's the one Mr. Crowe needs." The nurse looked pale, clearly rattled. My hands clenched. I didn't need to guess who did it. That call from Sandra had been a warning. "Do we have a backup?" Emma asked. "No. It's an imported drug. That was the last dose. The next shipment won't be here for five days." "What about other hospitals?" I said. "I'll go check."

I got into my bedroom singing and swaying my hips to a song by Sia, “I'm unstoppable!" I kept my laptop on the bed with my phone and I continued, clashing my palms together, “I'm a Porsche with no brakes. I'm invincible” “Yeah, I win every single game. I'm so powerful…….” I stopped when it struck my brain. I was given thirty minutes to be at the allocated venue and my heart flattered. I quickly picked up my phone and stared at the screen, “What the…” I cursed with my eyes widened when I saw that five minutes were already gone out of the thirty minutes and the clock was still ticking.

"Just come for ten minutes." My heartbeat quickened. He was definitely talking about sex. And he thought ten minutes would be enough? "Five minutes," he finally said, sounding almost desperate. "I just need five minutes with you at the house, and then I'll take you straight back." Five minutes? Was he serious? Did he really think that was enough time? Cora hummed awkwardly within me, equally perplexed by his apparent lack of stamina. "Five minutes?" I echoed, unable to keep the disbelief from my voice.

She felt that everything could be all right after all. “The only thing is, we don’t have much time if we’re going to make it,” he said. “We only have about five minutes. So I guess we’ll have to have that cup of coffee another time.” “That’s fine,” she said. “I’m just so happy that we didn’t miss the concert altogether. I feel like such a –”

"It'll take us several minutes to get there." My desperation masked the relief flooding through me. I had made a breakthrough. "I am not deaf. You said that before!! Oh wait, so it's no hours anymore? Great!! I don't care about the distance," I snapped. "We need to get there as soon as possible. Every minute counts."

"You have thirty minutes." The line went dead.

Roughly 15 minutes. The countdown began…

I read the message over Lucien's shoulder and understand, in the space of those two terrible seconds, that we have exactly four minutes to make a decision that determines whether this war ends today or whether it continues for as long as Volkov can remain free and untouchable in a jurisdiction beyond our reach. Four minutes.

“Five more minutes of this first.” I closed my eyes and let him be right about that.

“Alright. Give me five minutes and we'll be there.” -