Invaluable Hand Weakness 소설 & 이야기

“You’re weak! This is nothing compared to battle! Get up and take your clothes off!” I try to stand on legs that barely support me. My hands are swollen from the relentless hits and my left is worse than my right. It’s a struggle to undo the button on my jeans with my right hand, considering I’m left handed, and I know I’m not moving fast enough when I feel the buckle come down hard against my neck.

I have also mopped the floor which was previously very dirty from the spilled wine. “I just nudged the wine bottle and glass that I put on the table. And unfortunately, when I was about to clean up the shards of glass, my head felt dizzy and my hand accidentally rested on the floor which was covered with shards of glass," he said while moving his injured hand up and down. Luckily the incident did not injure his right hand. He will find it more difficult to work if his right hand is injured. He couldn't sign billions of dollars worth of important project with an injured right hand.

Feeling my heart squeeze painfully, I begin to move forward but stop as my hand throbs, reminding me of my injury. Before anything, I needed to doctor my hand and take a shower. After a full clean and change, I head to my mother's bedside and take in her frail frame. "I'm back, mom," I murmur, touching her hand so she stirs. "How are you feeling?" She had always had a weak constitution since she was young, and since marrying my stepfather, it seemed to just get worse and worse. Despite many doctor's visits, we still didn't know what was causing the decline, so there was nothing to be done.

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.

Before again looking at her. “You’re looking beautiful. I wish you a beautiful future with Sinister. And don’t worry if he ever tries to annoy you I am here to beat him.” Valerie nodded smiling at him. Xavier had regained his body posture. After getting discharged he started working out again and now he had regained all of his muscles. But his one hand was artificial. That hand was given by Damien. And Xavier kind of doesn’t blame Sinister for cutting his hand. That’s good he lost that hand after all it’s the same hand he used to slap Valerie and also broke her 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.”