It seems asleep.

I cannot move arm or leg." "Feigning again ?" I demanded angrily.
He shook his head, his stern mouth shaping the strangest, twisted smile.
It was indeed a twisted smile, for it was on the left side only, the facial muscles of the right side moving not at all.
"That was the last play of the Wolf," he said.

"I am paralysed.

I shall never walk again.

Oh, only on the other side," he added, as though divining the suspicious glance I flung at his left leg, the knee of which had just then drawn up, and elevated the blankets.
"It's unfortunate," he continued.