The door lever did not turn, no matter how hard he pressed down or lifted.

She still had a hand on the door lever.

Sickle in one hand, he felt for the door lever with the other.

He stepped forward and tried the door lever, then turned to Galya.

Sometime later, at the click of the door lever, he opened his eyes.

He had just put his hand out to the door lever when it opened.

He turned, sitting upright, one hand touching the door lever.

He reached inside with his right hand, groped for the door lever.

He wiped the door lever and took a last wipe of the wheel.

The guy reached for the door lever behind him as best he could in the bulky suit.