Novel & Cerita Invaluable Hand Weakness

Spear’s hand with little effort. “Oh!” Dr. Spears felt the strength in Corwin’s hand and exclaimed, “Your muscle strength is definitely on point! This is just too miraculous! You were bedridden for so many days, and you lost weight so quickly. Plus, there were so many serious problems accompanying your condition. Your muscles were atrophied, but now, there is so much strength in your muscles. It’s incredible!” Corwin was surprised. “Dr. Spears, is this strong enough?” Dr. Spears blurted out, “That’s definitely enough! Just so you know, many patients with end-stage kidney failure have a handshake strength weaker than those of a five- or six-year-old child!”

She chants something indecipherable and, in a few seconds, a hand grows in place where mine should be. But this new hand isn’t my original hand. It’s completely black. Like it was roasted and turned into charcoal. I never though I’d miss having a hand so much but as I flex my fingers, I feel a certain calmness that comes with not being disabled. Using my left hand was starting to get annoying.

“How’s your wrist?” “It hurts,” she says honestly. “And I’m not able to wrap it as well as you did.” “You can switch to a brace if that’s easier. The most important thing is to rest it as much as possible so it can heal.” “I’m trying, though I never realized how much I used it until I couldn’t. I’m right-handed, but I sure do use my left hand a lot.” “Playing with your sex toys, right?” “It is my masturbating hand.” “God, I miss you, Alyson.”

The whole hand looked dead. Barry's hand was rotting.

Paige’s POV I sucked my breath and wiped the tears in my cheeks after I dropped the coffee I’m making. My right hand is trembling and I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. My heart is pounding so hard in so much anger. I can’t make coffee. I have completely lost my chance to do what I love the most. My wrist had surgery but I couldn’t use it normally like before. I feel so useless. I feel so worthless. I cried harder, unable to take it anymore. I slowly fell on my knees and stared at my trembling right hand. This is so fcking unfair!

ISABELLA "Miss Sterling," the doctor said gently, "the examination reveals partial paralysis, specifically quadriparesis, or tetraparesis. This means you're experiencing weakness in all four of your limbs. It's a consequence of the severe accident you were in. Please know that in many cases, partial paralysis is treatable, and people can regain varying degrees of movement and strength. Recovery can take time, potentially several months, as your body heals and we work through rehabilitation."

The head surgeon walked up to Victor, trembling. "Don... the young miss is out of the woods. The cut on her face is deep, but we can fix it with top-tier plastic surgery. It's just..." Victor's tense muscles relaxed a fraction. "Just what?" The doctor swallowed hard. "Her right hand... was completely crushed by a heavy object. Comminuted fractures, severe nerve damage. Even with a successful surgery, she'll never get her full mobility back." "She... might never paint again. She won't even have the strength to hold a brush."

'She sensed anything amiss, right? The doctor said that she severed some major nerves and tendons in her wrist that left her hand disabled for who knew how long. She needed to undergo therapy to recover, but her hand might not return to its former state. Snapping out of her trance, Crista eyed Lewis and asked, "What's wrong with my hand? Why can't I use it?" "It's nothing serious, Chica. Your wound hasn’t healed yet. You'll be fine once it's improved." How long could he deceive her with this excuse? He hoped everything would turn for the better after he took her away.

He swore under his breath. "Doctor, can her hand recover?" The elderly doctor pushed his glasses up, his face grim. "It's difficult. The nerve damage is severe, and without proper rest… "Even with the best rehabilitation, she'll likely only regain basic grip function. It'll be impossible for her to use a knife or gun like before." I stared down at my ruined hand, emptiness settling in. This hand had been my pride once, and now it was gone. Leo suddenly stood, brushing aside the nurse bandaging him, and strode over to me. He dropped to one knee so his eyes met mine. It was an incredibly submissive position.

It was instinct… when a crying woman lays bare her vulnerability, your body reacts before your brain does. “Lately… it’s been really hard,” I said. “My hand, you know, is healing slowly. The doctor said it might never be the same again.” I raised my right hand. The bandage had long since been removed, but my fingers still didn’t bend and straighten easily — especially my ring finger and pinky, which felt like two unruly, withered twigs. I held my hand out in front of him, letting the city lights fall on the scar.