Invaluable Hand Weakness の小説・ストーリー

“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, Quinn.”

Speaking of this, she even laughed self-mockingly, "You wouldn't be trying to pick on a 'disabled' person, would you?" For those who make a living with their hands, isn't an injured hand equivalent to disability? The blonde girl's pupils obviously shook a bit. She had heard that Maria had participated in the elimination round with an injury, but she hadn't taken it seriously, assuming the injury was somewhere else. Now, seeing Maria’s injured left hand, how could her heart not be shocked!? Even despite this, Maria could make Hamya and David fight, then Maria's strength was probably stronger than she initially thought.

After examining Mable’s two other reports, the doctor said, “Pain is the body’s defense mechanism. Since you can’t feel pain, you’ve been neglecting the injuries on your hands. If this continues, your condition will only worsen.” Mable looked at her hands and said nothing. Blair asked, “Is there any treatment?” “Starting today, you must do rehabilitation exercises regularly. You mustn’t exert force with your hands anymore, let alone lift heavy objects. Try to eat with a spoon as much as possible...” The doctor spoke while typing up a treatment plan on the computer. Mable was also a doctor and understood that her hand injuries had worsened when she saw the examination reports. It seemed like

I just wanted it all to end. Over the next couple of weeks, I began my therapy. Although I hated the therapist and snapped at him at every given opportunity, his lame sessions helped regain motion in my hand. It was partial because I couldn’t lift my hands to help myself with anything. I could only press buttons to call for help. How pathetic. Eventually, I regained full motion in one of my hands. I wasn’t excited because I felt the progress was insignificant compared to the fact that I would be spending the rest of my life in a wheelchair.