Invaluable Hand Weakness Novels & Stories

"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!

I was in extreme pain that I couldn’t breathe when I saw Rosa sweating, getting pale, and trembling as she tried to heal my hand. “Never mind about my hand,” I told her. She must have used too much energy, and it weakened her.

“Do you need me to repeat myself?” He didn’t know me anywhere before today but like everyone else, he gave in to authority, especially seeing as I had the upper hand. He outstretched his left hand. I shook my head. He was right-handed so his left hand was already useless. He looked confused and I stared at his other hand. “Oh.” He mumbled and stretched out his right hand.

“But I can also tell you, John, that you have a place in Liv’s heart. However, she at the same time hates you, is wary around you and this is how complicated humans are.” Then, Ken looked at the wounds on his face and said, “Go to the ER and get these settled. I’ll tell her when I go to her room.” “Okay.” In the ward, Olivia was trying really hard to eat with her left hand. It was only when one’s right hand was injured only would one realize the importance of their right hand. It seemed like that was the same for humans as well. It would always be the person leaving for others to realize the importance of the person who left.

She had never seen such a thing before, and she didn’t expect that Gerald was actually this cruel, that he would twist someone’s hand so brutally. “Gerald, you…” The great pain made Sawyer nearly gnash his teeth. After suffering two consecutive severe injuries, Sawyer knew very well in his heart that his right hand was already ruined. Even if he received treatment after returning to the family, he would still suffer permanent disability. To a cultivator, a disabled hand was tantamount to a death sentence. “Gerald Crawford, if you want to kill us, just hurry up! Stop torturing us!” Arnold clenched his fists. If he wasn’t already aware of the wide gap between his and Gerald’s strength, he wou

It will take at least three to five months to recover, and even then, her ability to write or apply pressure with that hand might be permanently affected. Brian's chest tightened. His brows furrowed as he asked, "Is there no other solution?" Dr. Cooper hesitated before replying. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lodge. We could consult with an overseas team of specialists. With consistent rehabilitation, there's a chance for improvement. But the process will be long and arduous." "I don't care how difficult the process is—I just want her hand to recover." "Mr. Lodge, our hospital has long-standing collaborations with top specialists overseas. Leave it to us, and we'll ensure the best care possible," Richie ju

she informed, after coming back to the dining hall. “Can I join? I can't use my hand. I'll need someone to scrub me, you know.” “How about your other hand?” “The wound in my right affects the left. I can't move either of them.” She laughed in disbelief and rolled her eyes. Why does his explanation sound like a super story? “Fine. Just because I hit you lightly, you can't use your hands anymore. Maybe if I hit you more, you won't be able to use them forever,” she complained. “You don't want to join anymore? Stand up and let's go.”

After five minutes finally doctor cut that ring and I saw her relaxed face. " Keep ice on that place until the swelling gets down. Don't put such tight things on your hands again. Now look at your hand's condition why you have to destroy such a beautiful and soft hand." What is he doing right now ? I watched him closely because was intentionally putting medicine on her for a long time keeping her hands with his. " That's enough ......" I pulled back Nivi's hands before he can explore my wife's hands more. Nivi's hands are beautiful and soft I know that. Even after doing all house chores those hands never lost it's softness and polishness. Maybe be she got it genetically.

"These are my blood sample test reports from the past three months, taken weekly. These are my hair sample test reports. And these are residue test reports I extracted from the water cooler at home, my personal water bottle, and even the soup Mom made for me." I pointed to a large chemical formula highlighted on the screen. My voice was flat and cold as I said, "Every report points to the same substance—Neurotoxin X. It's designed to specifically attack the nerve endings in the hands, causing irreversible damage. That's the real reason my hand trembles."

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.