Novel & Cerita Invaluable Hand Weakness

‘Nice to meet you, Ethan. There was an awkward moment when he offered his left hand instead of his right but then I realized he couldn’t use his right hand at all. It lay limply on his thigh. I noticed then that his wheelchair was a motorized one, no doubt because it would be impossible for him to wheel himself about without the use of both hands.

Stefan circled around, clearly unwilling to sit next to me, and squeezed in on Amber's other side instead. He chatted animatedly for the entire drive, smiling as if nothing in the world could touch him. "Strangest thing," he said with a laugh. "A few days ago, my hand suddenly hurt so badly I couldn't even play piano. My manager panicked and said these hands are worth millions. We ran through a bunch of top hospitals." He raised his hand and flexed his fingers. "Then it just healed on its own." I watched his hand in silence. 'So this was 30%. Then what will 65% feel like?' The thought had barely formed when a massive truck veered straight toward us.

Her fingers were just as slender as her figure, but the deformation of her joints was also more obvious because of this. He felt a fit of pain in his heart every time he saw her hands. He felt remorseful, regretful, and even helpless. He was wealthy and could get anything he wanted easily. However, he seemed helpless with her hands. Even though he had found her many relevant specialists, they concluded they could only relieve the pain in her hands. They could not get her hands to perform delicate movements as easily as a normal person. If she chose to treat them after a year, he would never forgive himself if anything happened to her hands. He would rather not have his three children than ha

"Is your internet down too? My whole house is going haywire." Mr.Hendricks didn't turn around immediately. He continued to tilt the watering can. "Bill?" I walked down my driveway, that's when I noticed his hands. He was holding the hose with two left hands. Not a left hand and a right hand. Two left hands. The thumbs both pointed inward, the palms faced opposite directions. They were otherwise perfectly normal—tanned, wrinkly, with clean fingernails. But they were both left hands. I stared. He didn't notice me. He just kept watering, his two left hands gripping the hose with identical ease, as if he had been born that way. As if the world had always been that way.

“Why does my hand hurt so bad?” I gazed at my hand and it had been bandaged again. Ghen entered the room. “Master, you are conscious now,” he fixed a bow. “How did I get here and why can’t I make use of my hands?!” I barked. “Master, we took you to the witch doctor and she said that you would be fine in a few days time if you had stopped making use of your hands. You got badly wounded on the wrist by those elastic strings when you struggled to kill Vladya. So the witch doctor had told me that someone would have to help you in doing every basic thing you normally used your hands for,” Ghen concluded.

She is shaking because she sees a childishness in Esteban. "Esteban..." he said in a threatening tone that stopped his wife. "Please put on the cast and do not appear embarrassed or else I won't let you hold my hand again... ever. You won't do housework with your hand either, do you understand me?" "If your hand is left untreated or not treated appropriately, Mr. Superman. Your hand fracture can lead to loss of hand mobility," dagdag pa ng doctor. "See? Do you want that to happen?" "Tsk." He snapped.

"Yeah..." my voice was mumbled as his thumb gently rubbed over the mess that was permanently on my arm. "And do you have full movement in your wrists?" I hadn't been asked that before. Thinking about it, it did feel like my skin was pulling everytime I pulled my hand back or leaned on it. But that was just due to how tight the skin had gone, and it was a known fact there was some nerve and muscle damage.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, the pain stopped him. "Why, ?" Mariana panicked as Handoko's hand trembled but refused to move. "What's happening to you?" She desperately inquired when Handoko didn't respond to her words. Handoko could only say Ana, and it was enough to bring tears to Mariana's eyes. She wished for her husband to return to the world as she had feared all along. "Brain bleeding from before has damaged several nerve systems. As a result, Mr. Handoko can no longer move his hands and feet. He can only speak and blink his eyes to communicate," explained a middle-aged man, briefly describing Handoko's current condition.

ODETTE I glared at the piece of paper before me with my molars clamped painfully shut. The pen I was using slipped through my tired, trembling fingers and landed with a clang on the wooden table. Physical therapy was going as well as it could be but the nerve damage on my hands was irreversible. No amount of physical therapy would be able to help my situation. I just needed to get used to it. The ugly scrawl of my handwriting only had hatred simmering in my gut. No matter how much I wanted to feel bad or guilty for what had happened to Parker, it was times like this I was grateful he was dead. He couldn't do to anyone else what he had done to me.

I felt him touch my hand carefully. I shut my eyes and gulped, trying to pull out my voice to answer him. I was having a hard time producing a sound but I still tried. "I... I-I'm fine," I weakly answered. I saw in Zadkiro's eyes that he was relieved upon hearing my answer. He looked at the woman behind him and I saw them looking at each other. I roamed my eyes around and that's when I noticed that there was an IVF injected into my left hand, it may be the reason why it felt numb.