Hansel nodded. Maybe he could write something that made sense. He went to pick up the pencil but his hand shook and he couldn't quite get a grip on it. He took a deep breath, shaking his hand to see if that would help before trying to pick up the pencil again. He managed to pick it up but he couldn't sustain the position necessary to be able to write.
"Handle run face grape!" He slammed his hand on the bed, growling in frustration.