Invaluable Hand Weakness Novels & Stories

He won't look at any of us. "We pumped your stomach as the medicine and the alcohol hadn't done any damage yet. The cuts on your left wrist cut into your artery which is where most of the bleeding came from. Thankfully we got you stitched up before you lost too much blood," the doctor says. Marcus is looking at his hands that are still shaking a lot. "Why are my hands doing this?" He asks quietly. "You damaged a lot of the muscles and nerves. You'll have to have physiotherapy to regain the control of your hand movements," the doctor says with a sympathetic smile. I look down at Marcus' hands and can see him struggling to get them to move smoothly.

"It was affected pretty badly during your accident, we had to perform surgery in it. I'm sorry to say this, Mr Johannson but that hand is practically useless now." King was dazed. He remembered. He remembered Jamal smashing the heavy iron chains on his hand, he remembered screaming, he remembered feeling his Jones shatter...he gulped, tears burning his eyes. "Isn't there anything that can be done? Treatment, drugs, surgery, anything." Joan was desperate. He gave a grim smile, "We could try drugs to stimulate the nerves but it's not a sure guarantee. Also exercise, we have exercises for patients in such situations, it may help but it's also not a sure guarantee. As I stated earlier, the hand

Vincenzo's frantic voice came from the doorway. "Dr. Johnson, is there really nothing you can do about it? She's a surgeon! Her hands are her livelihood! If she can no longer perform surgery, how could she possibly... I really don't know how to break the bad news to her!" “Mr. Cursley, we have done everything we can. However, the nerve damage in her hands is severe, particularly in the areas that control small, precise movements. Even if she has the best medical care, the possibility of her returning to her work... is extremely low.”

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

Chadwick kept on insisting that he could stay alone in the house without anyone’s help. But as soon as Neil left, he’s having a hard time just pouring the cereal in his bowl. Using his not dominant hand, the left, the box shook within his grip and grains of cereal were poured clumsily inside and outside the bowl. “Damn it,” Chadwick cursed while looking at the mess. He swept the cereals to the side with his left. Next, he got the milk box and tried to open it. However, no matter how strong his left hand is, he still needs the help of the other side to do the task.

“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?"

RYAN "Will she be fine?" The doctor nodded and I exhaled shakily. "Just a mild concussion, she'll be fine." The doctor smiled and put his hand in my shoulder. "We should be more worried about your hand Mr Sylvarn," I swallowed looking down at my bandaged hand. "The knife narrowly escaped your tendons," he continued as I raised my head. "You would have lost the locomotive ability of that hand, endangering your entire arm." "What does that mean?" He demonstrates with his fingers. "You would have lost the ability to do this." He wiggled his fingers for me to see.

She asked, “Isn’t that hand alright?” “How can I do it with one hand? It’s uncoordinated.” Whitney gnashed her teeth in anger. If an ordinary person could not do it with one hand, perhaps she would take their words for it. However, as a martial arts practitioner, he should be able to stand against an army with one arm. “There are so many self-reliant disabled people in this world. You’re being much worse than them,” Whitney complained. However, she still brought a bucket of warm water over and began to wash his face and wipe his upper body.

“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.