Novel & Cerita My Brain Trembles

Bluey asked, her voice sharp with concern. I nodded, forcing a casual tone. "I'm fine, it must have been my hand. It just... slipped." I tried to laugh it off and quickly tucked my shaking hands behind my back. What's going on with my nerves? Why's my hand shaking so badly? Bluey didn't believe me for a second because she reached out and firmly took my right hand in her own. The hand was shaking fervently. It was a visible tremor. Bluey looked at it, her expression turning professional and serious. "Since when have you noticed this, Anna?"

Chapter 11 Skye's POV I collapsed into my cubicle chair so hard that it rolled backward and hit the wall behind me. My hands were shaking. My legs were shaking. My entire body was trembling like I had just been electrocuted‚ and honestly‚ that comparison wasn't far off because what I had just witnessed had sent a bolt of electricity straight through my nervous system that fried every rational thought in my brain. I pressed my palms flat against my desk and stared at the blank computer screen in front of me‚ trying to ground myself‚ trying to breathe‚ trying to convince my body to stop reacting to something my brain was actively screaming at me to forget.

My hand shook as I pinned back my curl, I had developed such a bad tremor in the last years- perhaps due to my illness, or the countless medications I have to take due to it. Triston's voice cut through the silence of the bathroom, "What color are you wearing tonight?" I turned my head up,

It took me two tries, thanks to the tremble in my hand. I seem to have one nowadays. It’s the cold. I could blame it on that, or I can be honest about the fact that my hands tremble when I'm around him. The slight shake in my fingers when the memory of our shared night fills my mind or when he's nearby. Stop. Don’t think about it.

My fingers are trembling and my heart beta is frantic. What… what is happening to me?

Knees on the cold tile floor, palms shaky, chest rising and falling like I’d just come up from drowning. This wasn’t the first time it happened. In fact, it was the third time this week. At first, I’d blamed it on stress—on everything I’d seen, everything I’d done, everything I couldn’t undo. But today, as I wiped my mouth and sat back against the bathtub, something felt…off. Different. I wasn’t just tired or overwhelmed. My hand trembled as it settled over my stomach. No. No, it couldn’t be.

“And the tremors?” “My hands always have a bit of shakiness but it feels like it’s in my entire body.” “Is that unusual for you considering the stress, pain and anxiety of being here injured?” “Honestly, no. I just noticed that the migraine and full body tremors started about the same time after they had started to subside.” “When was that?” I join the conversation now that I’ve finished reading the document Angela gave me. “It started creeping in while at dinner. It hit me hard when you interrupted Dr. Pierce’s desire to do the lidocaine shots around my leg.”

“I thought I’d lost you before I even stepped in here.” I shook my head, fighting to still my trembling hands. “Jordan, I—I was sick. Still am. Dysmetria. It ruins my body, my mind. The days you called… I couldn’t talk. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I thought if you heard me like that, you’d think I was weak.”

He realized that she was grasping her hands in front of her body and could not stop trembling. John frowned in displeasure and used a heavier tone. “Lana, let’s tell everyone the truth.” He raised his voice, which people found terrifying. I tapped his shoulder and asked him to take another look at the screen. He froze. At some point, the video on the screen had been paused. Instead, endless photos were shown one by one. Consequently, the noisy hall fell silent again. “This…” Someone spoke up with a shaky voice, which was piercing in the silent environment.

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