Invaluable Hand Weakness Novels & Stories

I stopped in my pacing and looked at him as I heard the others standing behind us. "Well, I have given her something to sleep. We needed to sedate her to keep her still and calm." He started, and I heard a door open and shut behind us. "Just tell us the injuries." I heard my father's voice. "Her wrist is slightly infected, but with how it was done, that was expected." He said, looking at me, I knew he was telling me this, so I didn't beat myself up over it. "Her immunity is shot as well; she is only five feet 2 and weighs 38kg. So she is well underweight for her age and height. We need to get her up to an ideal weight of between 45 and 69 kg." He took a deep breath before he continued. "Her

“I called you Mr Montgomery in front of Mrs Collins and she questioned me. I don’t think I can handle this any better” “Even if you kept your mouth shut, she would question you. You flinch every time I touch you” “It’s… I’m having a hard time wrapping myself up in all of this! I’m so not used to physical contact and all of this seems like a dream, I don’t know… I’m just scared I screw everything up” “We’ll have to change that, then” he stated at me briefly before gabbing my hand and pull me against his chest. I tried to avoid eye contact but his hand in my neck made me lift my head on instinct.

Thus, he chuckled and said indifferently, "Nothing. Just Kate's old friend." He then looked at Sean's hands. "I've asked the doctor about you, and he said with enough rest, your hands will be back to normal in a month or two. Under normal circumstances, it'll affect the maneuver unless you play the piano or are involved in delicate handwork." Sean scoffed at Luke's explanation. "I have a pair of rough hands. Do you think I ever played the piano or did any delicate handwork?"

Not that she couldn't decline the offer but she had to agree, given the fact that she needed to find the truth about her parents death. Almost two year ago, Alex was Lisa's private patient and she has done everything in her power to revive him after he got himself involved in a ghastly accident which almost cost him his life. Even though his life was saved, Alex did not feel as though he's alive since he's close to losing his most valuable assets —his hands. Alex learnt that he won't be able to use his hands for many months which break his heart more than any other news he has ever received. As a doctor, his hands are much more than gold to him since the fate of humans lives depends on it.

he said sadly. “It really doesn’t hurt my hands anymore. Eventually they will vanish completely, slowly get pushed out of my skin.” He brought my hands up and kissed my palms softly. It was sweet but not what I wanted. “Ivan, I’m not an invalid, don’t treat me like I’m fragile.”

“No way! You injured your right hand, and that’s a deep cut. You can’t perform surgery in this condition!” Surgery required precision, especially for internal procedures. For a doctor, their hands were as vital as their life. Wilfred was right-handed, and the injury was to his dominant hand. When Karina unwrapped the bandage earlier, she had been quietly alarmed. The cut was both deep and long, narrowly avoiding the veins and arteries, but coming dangerously close to the tendons. It was unthinkable that Wilfred had endured the pain this long without showing any signs of discomfort. The thought of him performing a surgery in that state made Karina’s heart race.

After returning from the club, I had walked into my bedroom. I remembered closing the door behind me and standing there for a moment, my body already feeling heavier than usual. The weakness had been getting worse. I had felt it before, but last night, it had become impossible to ignore. I walked toward the mirror and raised my hand to unbutton my shirt. My fingers suddenly felt weak again. I stopped and looked down at my hand, watching my fingers struggle with the button. The same strange weakness. Only this time, it felt stronger. I tried to force my fingers to cooperate, but the button slipped from my grasp. My jaw tightened as I tried again, managing to catch it between my fingers, but i

“You don’t need to feed me; I can do it myself.” After all, she had only lost her memory, not the use of her hands. As she reached for a dish, the spoon dropped with a clatter. Stunned, she stared at the spoon on the table and then at her trembling hands. Despite feeling strong, why couldn’t she move the spoon or pick up the food? Percival’s attempt to intervene was too late. The doctor had told him long ago that Eulalia’s hand couldn’t be restored to its former state; the disability would last a lifetime.

If only they had something to number my pain both physically and emotionally. “Now Claire, you had extensive bone and tissue trauma to your right hand. We were able to move things back into their respective places but you did show signs of muscular fiber damage. Your damage classifies as a Grade III. This means your muscles were torn during your attack and although we were able to repair the damage externally, your muscles in your hand seem to be showing signs of atrophy. Do you understand what that means?” He pauses to allow me to process. “I’ll never be able to use my hand again?” I ask quietly as I stare off into the distance.

ISABELLA’S POV I drew in my breath and wiped the tears off my cheeks after dropping the coffee I was preparing. My right hand was shaking uncontrollably, and I couldn’t stop crying. My heart pounded with frustration and anger. I couldn’t even make coffee anymore. I had lost the thing I loved most. After my wrist surgery, I still couldn’t use it the way I used to. I felt so worthless. I felt so useless. I sobbed harder, unable to hold it in. I slowly dropped to my knees and stared at my shaking right hand. This is so freaking unfair.