Will Rick Lose His Hand Novels & Stories

" Rick , wait for what? I am telling you that these people are already leaving the scene and you are telling me to wait. For what reason exactly?" " I will send a backup team over to you." " If you wish to do that, send the men to my new location. You have your eyes on my every move." He coughed again and tried to stand. His abdomen hurt more than he thought. " That guy's fist is made of steel. " He muttered as he stood finally with his left hand clutching his abdomen . He looked straight. The ambulance was still in sight. He had not come with any car. Maybe he should have listened to Rick when he advised him to go with a vehicle. He looked around immediately. There was no hope of him gettin

Ingrid’s eyes lifted, wary. Without asking, Rick hauled her up out of the seat and into his arms. His rifle dug into her side, the cold steel of a sidearm brushed her hip, but he didn’t loosen his hold. If anything, he squeezed harder — like he could force the last month out of existence by sheer pressure. “You’re real,” he muttered against her hair. “You’re fucking real.” His voice cracked halfway through, low enough that only I caught it over the hum of the engines. “Thought we lost you for good.”

Cassandra and I exchange a look, then step outside to figure out what's going on. That's when I find out that Ryder hurt Ray. Badly. I watch Ray be moved through the hallway in a stretcher, countless people all around him, and what catches my attention is the fact that his right hand is missing all his fingers. Except for the thumb. Ryder.

Robin cried, her strength bolstered by her madness. Ricky was afraid of shoving Robin's hand because she might pull Irene's hair off, and he kept bellowing furiously, "Let go!" "Hahaha!" Robin laughed maniacally. "No, I won't!" Ricky narrowed his eyes, then suddenly leaned downward and bit down on Robin's hand! "Argh!" Robin cried out in pain. Ricky seized the moment to pry Robin's hand off and push her away, causing her to stumble backward in pain and knock into the windowsill.

Crack! Ricky’s shin bone was shattered by the impact, and he lost his balance, falling hard to the ground with a painful thud! "Ah—!!" Ricky screamed in agony, but before he could struggle any further, Ted slammed his knee down on him, pinning him to the ground and swiftly dislocating both of his arms! Sally tried to make another move, but Leo wasted no time. He raised his foot and stomped hard on her wrist, causing her to cry out in pain, tears streaming down her face.

Right now, all that matters is you. On the third day, I developed a post-operative infection. "If we don't control it, it could compromise the nerve repair," Alexander said, his brow furrowed. "I need to use a special antibiotic." He hesitated. "There are only three doses in the world. I was saving one for my mother." "Then you can't," I said immediately. "Your mother..." "There are other options for her," he cut me off gently. "For your hand, this is the only one. I've already made my decision."

She looked down and gently touched her injured hand. Wendy's eyes lit up. "Renee, what's wrong? Is your hand too injured to compete?" Renee glanced at her and let out a deliberate sigh. "The doctor said my hand might never fully recover its dexterity. I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in the competition." As she spoke, she allowed her hand to drop limply. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Wendy's gleeful smirk. In the next moment, Wendy put on a concerned expression. "Renee, don't overthink it."

I grabbed his hand and rubbed his fingers. “Don’t worry, his secret is safe with us. We trust our Alpha.” She smiled at me as she picked up her tray to leave the room. Suddenly, I felt something on my hand. I looked down to see Rick’s fingers were wrapped around mine. “Nurse!” She quickly turned and scanned Rick to see what was happening. “His hand! He’s grabbing my hand!” She put the tray down and went to the bedside. “Alpha! Can you hear me? Can you move your hand again?” We both stared at his hand and saw the fingers move again. I squeezed his hand, and I could feel him trying to squeeze back.

So both of us knew what the other was thinking. “Alpha kings,” Morris called, bowing his head. “He has lost a lot of blood,” he pointed out, his voice shaky, given the aura that was rolling off my brother and me. “And?” I raised a brow. “If you amputate him, he will die, and I know you want him alive,” he explained, and as much as I hated it, he was right. So with a silent exchange between Ronan and me, we agreed to do one thing. “No matter, we can amputate something else,” Ronan began, circling Rick, who was grunting.

before he could finish his statement, Rick had grabbed him by the leg, swinging him until his leg was out of his body. The man kept yelling, and with his hand he tried to hit Rick with his weapon, but Rick matched his hand, from where I stood I heard his bones break. “What the fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That hurts, you motherfucker!” He screamed. The other man fearlessly came to attack Rick but he smacked him with the back of his hand, throwing him against the wall. He forced himself to stand, again he came to attack Rick. However, he had his way, bruising Rick's arm with his knife.