Tangan Sakit Ketika Menggenggam Novels & Stories

I just closed my eyes and played a sad tone. When some people are cornered, worried or anxious they tend to wash a part of their body especially their palm. And they wouldn’t stop even when it’s squeaky clean. They’d continue their vigorous movements apathetically and even when they bleed and inflict wounds they wouldn’t stop. Why? Because their hand isn’t the cause of the pain, so no matter how hard they tried to clean up the mess, it can’t be done cause it’s targeted at the wrong object.

I've been anticipating it, and soon, I'll have her singing it to me, endlessly. "Do you understand the damage going on right now?" I zeroed my eyes on the needle, finding delight from how it pierced into the broken skin of his fourth finger, drawing blood. "I'm hurting your tendons and ligaments. Soon, you'll experience swelling and won't be able to move your fingers. Know what tendons and ligaments are?" I tilted my head to the side, staring into his face, but the fucker was too busy whimpering to pay any attention to my words.

My muscles visibly stiffen, my breath hitching in my lungs as I fail at attempting to breathe through the pulsations. Oh…when does it end..? I’m reluctant, slowly balling my hand into a fist before extending my fingers, repeating the motion a couple of times as I wait for the strength to return to my hand. It’s useless, and instead of helping the pain subside, it only worsens it. Oh, my God…

The sweat mixing with the fresh wound on my head, stimulating another throbbing feel of the intense pain. The tips of my fingers were at the brink with fragmented pieces falling into my eyes, obstructing my vision and inflicting more damage. Everything was against me in the fraction of this second as it was displayed and I could feel my hold slip off but still, I toiled with exertion till the pain in my hand made it known that I couldn't hold on any longer and I let go.

"My little moon, what's wrong? Why are you screaming?" "It hurts Alex, these sharp pains in my arms feels like something is digging into my skin." I looked down to my arms to see blood coming from pin type holes in my arms. What the hell are these also why am I feeling like someone is grabbing and shaking my body awake.

I tell her while watching her apply ointment on my palms which were burnt from having to use them to handle the silver chains used on Hunter. My hands had been numb at that time because the chains had burned through. It was my fault that I did not use any form of protection before handling the chains but the issue at hand at that time gave me no time to even think of that. Even Ryu went through the same experience as I did.

This tасіt аvоіdаnсе makes mе еvеn more unеаѕу. Fеаr ѕurgеѕ аrоund thе jоіntѕ of mу fingers аѕ I hоld the phone. It swirls іntо my сhеѕt аnd I can barely brеаthе. Thіѕ is rеаl fеаr.

"But your shot is still far from the bullseye." Right. I never hit the center of the target even once. I bit my lower lip the glanced at the wood target again. A moment ago, I was so sure that I can hit it right. Working too much with my hands causes calluses. The pain has stinging sensation that only gets worse whenever I try to grip a blade. Looking down, I stared at my trembling hands with calluses and wonder if it is still okay to continue. But I don't want to complain to Wonwoo, knowing that he's giving his extra time when he's also a busy person.

It was instinct… when a crying woman lays bare her vulnerability, your body reacts before your brain does. “Lately… it’s been really hard,” I said. “My hand, you know, is healing slowly. The doctor said it might never be the same again.” I raised my right hand. The bandage had long since been removed, but my fingers still didn’t bend and straighten easily — especially my ring finger and pinky, which felt like two unruly, withered twigs. I held my hand out in front of him, letting the city lights fall on the scar.

He said, his voice has a tint of amusement "ok, go ahead" He retracted his hand but did not return his steps. He was still standing very next to me. His front was still contacting my back. I tried chopping the tomato with one hand, but it always turned around and slipped out of the chopping board. I tried several times with the same outcome. When it became too much for me, I let out a grating moan. He gave a gentle giggle at my reply. Because of this fracture, I am unable to conduct even the most basic tasks on my own.