Frail Body Novels & Stories

"What is?" "It’s ugly," she says flatly. "When the body starts giving up. When the hair falls in clumps, when the skin sags and grays, when bones start to show where they shouldn't. No one wants to watch the person they love turn into something unrecognizable. So they run. They always run." Atlas tries to picture it—the person you love most in the world crumbling in your arms, their body betraying them. Their face becoming less them and more corpse. He shudders.

And I wouldn't be able to contradict her. Okay, I have to work, I have to put my mind elsewhere, I can't torture myself, not because I'm capable of leaving here to go find her. + +ALEXANDRA+ (...) Ohh... I can't believe how much my weak and delicate body hurts. I can't resist it. Today was supposed to be cardio and some legs, but apparently, that trainer got his way and pounded me. I can't stand up straight, my legs wobble like jelly, and it hurts to take one step at a time. I can't stay steady, and the worst part is that I can't control my breathing. I feel like my lungs have stopped working, that I'm going to die slowly but with a lot of suffering.

I say. One small bite at a time. One bite turns into five. This is harder than I thought. Eating and counting bites and knowing the calorie amount is difficult to overcome. How will I ever overcome this mentality I've abused myself with for years? "Collin, I'm sorry I'm so... broken and weird," I say like a timid, fragile deer. "It's okay. I think we expect too much of ourselves. If only more people were willing to meet us right where we are," Collin says.

After speaking, Thomas coughed a few times. His body was so weak that he couldn't summon any energy. It was a far cry from the spirited figure he displayed a few days ago during his morning workout in the yard. Jessamine cried uncontrollably. She was reminded of her grandmother, whose health had deteriorated rapidly after a simple fall in the yard. Half a year later, they were separated forever. At his age, people's bodies were extremely fragile. They could leave this world at any time.

"I brought her in." He nods. That's apparently enough at this hour. He starts talking. I start translating. White blood cell count critically low. Near immunodeficiency levels. Physical baseline reading like a sedentary woman decades older. Chronic sleep deprivation. Borderline malnutrition. Anemia. Severe vitamin D deficiency. Bone density below normal for her age. Each item files itself. Catalogued. Cross-referenced. The way I process quarterly reports and due diligence packages. Except this isn't a company.

"Don't blame me, my dear sister." Yet, a sense of unease began to stir within me as I observed Fern more closely. Something felt amiss, unsettling my mind. --- In the hospital, after Dr. Eric meticulously examined Fern's frail form, he turned to me with a solemn expression. "Her body is extremely weakened, and malnutrition has rendered it almost unable to endure any external stressors. If this persists, she may..."

“The first person to approach on account of obtaining the packs is the culprit.” Frail lets Freck’s hand go and pushes him forward. The man nearly falls on his face if he didn’t catch himself with his hands. Rising to his knees, he stretches his hands, trying to adjust to the pain. Frail has indeed grown powerful. His strength just now felt like that of five men.

"Let's make a deal. I save him. In exchange, you give your immortal regeneration to me." "From today on, your body will be as frail as a human's. You'll feel freezing cold and starving hunger forever. You won't be able to take any physical damage. Every scratch will hurt a hundred times more." "Do you accept?"

The lord will have our heads if something as much as a cut is brought upon you’’ grace explained. ‘’I'm not that fragile’’ I did regret those words as soon as they left my mouth. I looked nothing but fragile. Malnured for years did have a toll on my body. I looked nothing like my age, unlike the fluffy bouncing hair girls of my age had, I barely had hair covering my back. My skin looked like it had been roasted over the fire, making it shiny and tainted. I did no hard work and my bones were so weak. Fragile should be my other name.

I removed my hand from my side rib cage and placed it on my lap. “You need to remember that compared to most, your body is fragile. Although you are much healthier than when I first arrived, you still have a long way to overcome the neglect your body has endured over the years.” Tessa smiled apologetically. “What can I do to strengthen my body?” I asked, although I felt as if I already knew the answer. “Keep eating healthy, increase your protein intake. Also, exercise regularly with strength training and stretching. You need some more meat on your body.”