Legs Shaking Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

I was losing control of my body My hands started to shake and I tried to grasp them to stop them but they continued to shake, my whole body trembling violently as it became harder to breath and it became even harder to keep my eyes open.My eyes snapped shut as I laid on the cold hard ground rolling in pain and trying to have any semblance of control over my body and mind and then suddenly I felt like I was not alone, I felt like someone was watching me and my senses never lie. I quickly raised my head and that was when I saw someone standing above me, looking down at me.

My whole body trembles, a low, uncontrollable shudder that seems to resonate down to my very bones. Lance sits on the edge of the bed, his head bowed, the muscles in his back coiled tight, each ridge standing out starkly in the dim light. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, fingers flexing as if he's trying to grasp the weight of his mistake.

I was shaking like I was having a convulsion attack. The floor was messy and slippery. They didn't stop. I didn't want them to.

Terror grabs me by the throat and squeezes tight when I try to get out of bed and find I can’t. “What is it, mijo? What’s wrong?” Mom asks, holding my hand to stop it from shaking. “I-, I . . . I can’t move my legs.”

My legs shake, my stomach churns, sweat and nausea mixing, but I don’t slow down. I reach the door and jam the key in the lock, fumbling slightly because my hands won’t stop shaking. Click. The lock opens. I throw the door wide and freeze for a second at the sight. He’s lying on the floor. Still. Pale. His chest rises in shallow, irregular breaths. My heart thuds painfully in my chest. “Kael… Kael!” My hands tremble as I drop to my knees, sliding him gently onto my lap. I cradle his head, running my fingers through his hair, shaking him lightly, desperate.

Glancing around for the watering can, I went about the small task of watering some of the pots. As soon as I tried to lift the can above the table, I was struck with a terrible tremor in my hand. I sucked in a sharp breath and bared through the struggling pain of not having total control over myself. My heart seized in my chest. I hoped that this wasn’t something that was permanent. I had a bad enough feeling that I was going to be dealing with other long-lasting issues.

My body twitches in small, uncontrollable spasms. Danika's footsteps soon rush back into the room. "Kaziel—" Her voice cracks. I look up, or at least, I try to. My neck wobbles, too weak to hold my head fully. Her eyes widen the second she sees me. I know what she sees: my blue lips and pale skin and the way I'm shaking so hard I definitely look like I’m possessed. "Oh dear," she whispers, dropping to her knees beside me. "Kaziel, baby, why didn't you tell me it was this bad?"

My legs tremble uncontrollably. “Make it stop!” I howl. Tears stream down my face. Hot. Unstoppable. I looked at Drake again. Desperate. Confused. Afraid. “Drake… please…” My voice cracks. Barely there. ”you will be fine trust me” his hands held on tight to mine I can’t focus anymore. Everything is slipping. My body convulses again, harder. Stronger. Then, a sharp, tearing sensation rips through my chest. And I scream. Louder than before. Raw. Broken. Uncontrolled. “HAAAAAA— And then—everything goes dark

Even his hands were shaking. 'What is happening to me? Am I cold? Why... Why am I shaking and can't breathe...' After a few moments, she felt a pain in her head that caused her eyes to blur. She felt someone touched her body but she was unable to respond. It's like she has no control over her own body and she doesn't know why.

He let go. One. Two. Three. The leg held. The pain started in the thigh and spread to the knee and up into the hip. Four. Five. Six. The leg shook. A visible tremor, the knee wavering. Seven. Eight. Nine. The place where the leg always stopped. It said no now with the same certainty it always said it. He didn't stop. Ten. The pain sharpened. Eleven. His fingers twitched at his sides. Twelve. The shaking moved into his hip. Thirteen. His jaw clenched. Fourteen. The woman in the courtyard pinned a sheet to the line. Fifteen.