Invaluable Hand Weakness Novels & Stories

"Your name's Yvonne, right? You're saying my husband choked you and ripped your clothes with his hands?" Yvonne straightened up and said with unwavering confidence, "That's right! His hands were shockingly strong and covered in calluses. They hurt so much! I'll never forget those hands!" "Good." I nodded, a glint of coldness in my eyes. "Hopefully, when we get to court, you’ll still remember what those hands look like. "Because my husband lost his hands in a fire five years ago. "You said he choked you? With what? His imaginary hands?"

"In the previous configuration. A cut like this... it would close in seconds." "Well, now you have to heal the slow way. Like the rest of us." "It is inefficient. I am losing blood volume. My grip strength is compromised." "You have another hand." "I am right-handed. This is my primary manipulator." Elion wrapped the gauze tight. "There," Elion said. "You'll live." Cale lifted his bandaged hand. He flexed his fingers. He winced. "Limited range of motion," Cale noted. "Pain spikes at extension."

He is getting annoyed by his continuous insistence to cure him. “Ok, let us massage your hand, so you will stop following me” he said. He gets oil and he massage the part of the hand, which according to Manny, is painful once it is force, in doing work. After Dexter, massage the hand of Manny, he leaves, only to return back only in the afternoon with some other people, who seek help and cure from what they are suffering. The hand of Manny, which is not ok, a while ago, is now functioning well, and he tell it, to any one, he can see around.

‘You better not use that excuse on me. ‘What? You’re my type. You know this.’ ‘Right. How about I de-age eight years and we can talk about it?’ Her cackle filled my head, and I shook my head. Putting my left arm down, I pressed my palm into the wheel handles. The issue with my left hand right now was that I couldn’t make a fist. It just refused to close all the way. I also couldn’t lift it up completely, but it didn’t matter when trying to use it to move the chair. My right hand and arm were weak, but able to move the chair for a little way.

It was the middle of the night and Mason’s ward was brightly lit. Cecil ran through a full examination for him, but the results didn’t look good. It was true. Mason had woken up, but his vital functions had all but stopped working. His limbs were unresponsive, especially his right hand. All of the nerves in there had basically died. Mason accepted his fate. He might have to be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. His right hand was basically unusable and he’d have to learn to make do with his left hand.

"I don't want your apologies! I want you to stand up to them! If they try to force you, you have to push back!" "I did push back, but they grabbed me." "You're a man, can't you push them off?" "I only have one hand and there were five of them." "What do you mean? One hand?" "My right hand, I can't exert much force with it. It was injured from a previous beating, and it still gives me trouble. It's fine for daily tasks, but when it comes to exerting force, it's weaker than a girl's." I thought I knew him well after listening to his childhood stories last night. Turned out, that was just scratching the surface.

Abel froze. His guess was correct. Ruth would never be so considerate all of a sudden. He pursed his lips and pondered for a moment. Then, he took away Ruth’s spoon. “Actually, hurting my left hand won’t affect my ability to use my right hand. I can still eat on my own.” Ruth stared at his hand in surprise. “Are you sure? The nerves of both hands are connected. How can you use your right hand when your left hand is injured?”

He asks. "The bad news first, doc," I said, and he agrees while opening the file he is holding. "The bad news is, there's a change that Kofi might not be able to walk again and not able to use his hand to write again. Due to his accident, his spiral cord got hit severely, and he lost the ability to move his hands or feet." We both got shocked by what we heard. I feel guilty and sad at the same time. It's my fault that he will be experiencing this. Guiltiness has eaten me as I listen to his explanation.

The eyes watching us restrained me from shedding tears. Fuck! Whoever invented this damn exercise did it to shame the hell out of me. Other than the stress it caused on my chest and shoulder blades, it darkened my fingers and made my once pretty fingers ugly slender twigs. Although Orvyn never minded, in fact, he kisses them every night before we make out in bed, yet, the sight of my hands upset me. 'It strengthens your core and gives you more power to strike your targets harder,' she'd reiterate, showing me her own calloused hands.

"Ah..." The intensive care equipment displayed that his vital signs were very unstable. His blood pressure was low and his heart was beating slowly... These were all signs of life weakness. Savannah walked slowly to the bedside as her tears kept falling down. She silently held his left hand. Callan's left hand was different from others', and no one could replace it!