Romans & histoires Invaluable Hand Weakness

"D-Doctor..." Michael stammered, his voice barely coming out. "You're kidding, right? Her hands have always been amazing. She makes the best floral arrangements in the city. "How can you say she can never do it again?" Dr. Stafford frowned at the stranger who'd barged in. "Are you family? "I'm not joking. The nerve damage in her hand is severe. She needs to stop working immediately and prepare for surgery. "Otherwise, she could permanently lose the use of that hand."

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.

Percival, confused and distraught, asked, “Disabled? What do you mean?” “The nerves in her fingers are destroyed. She can live a normal life, but won′t be able to use her hands as before. Writing or typing will be a challenge. She′ll live with this pain forever, and it′ll be worse in winter. When she gets older...” The doctor paused, realizing Eulalia might not even live that long. Percival was losing control. He remembered giving Eulalia a violin recently. She had played a piece, but now, the doctor told him her hands would never be the same.

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.

Her brows were lowered while her nose wrinkled, showing how perturbed she was. After cleaning and disinfecting the wound, she took out the ointment to apply on the wounds. She clicked her tongue, as she realized that the wound was much nastier than it looked. It seemed like he injured the intrinsic muscles of his hand, making it hard for him to perform fine hand movements. "Mr Turner, I think we should go to the hospital," Garaine said, glancing at her husband who was gazing at her with a soft look on his face.

Once I got my right hand free, I turned onto the left one, it was twice as painful as the first one but I managed to get my hands off. My breath got to my throat, I couldn’t breathe satisfactorily, and I had to struggle to inhale and exhale. On one hand, is dehydration and on the other is frailty, I feel weak and suffocated, feeling like I’m gonna lose balance and fall to the ground.

He might have lost his identity but his pride was still there “It’s nothing,” I replied, my tone firm but calm. He looked away, clearly uncomfortable. “It’s embarrassing… not being able to do something this simple,” Alaric whispered. For a moment, I just looked at him with a heavy heart..Then I reached out and held his hand lightly. “It’s fine,” I said softly. “The doctor said the damage isn’t permanent. Your right-hand injuries would take a couple of weeks to heal with the minor fractures. It will heal faster if you rest it properly.”

Jean’s face, for she did not expect that he was unaware of her condition. She took a brief look at her right hand as she softly said, “Someone must’ve injured the nerves that control the motor function in her right hand, so now it’s permanently disabled. Are you not aware of it?” What a misunderstanding. She had honestly thought that it was Sean who was responsible for her injuries.

Her tears filled the brims of her eyes and dripped onto the back of Yvonne's hand. "Ro… sie…" The voice, as faint as a mosquito's buzz, was hoarse from not speaking for so long. Recognizing her voice, Rose instantly raised her head and met Yvonne's concerned eyes. "Yvonne…" Almost by instinct, Rose grabbed her hand tightly and could feel her friend reciprocating it. Rose placed Yvonne's hand on top of her palms. "Relax your hand, or it'll hurt." Although her hand was uninjured, a fall from such a height had fractured her limbs. The doctor said that even if her bones healed, it was uncertain whether her mobility would return to normal.