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" I glanced through the proposal, which was quite detailed and professionally done. The rehabilitation was meant for those who were wounded and those who lost partial mobility due to earthquakes. Some of them were amputees, some had spinal cord injuries, while some others suffered nerve damage in their legs, just like I did. I agreed to do it, not because of Kenneth but because of the victims. It was because I understood that physical recovery wasn't the most challenging part after crawling out of the rubble. The most difficult part of it all was learning to believe that they could get back up on their feet once again.

Now, he was a shell of himself, and she moved to the seat at his side, wiping a tear off her cheek. “You look like shit,” she whispered to him and earned a smile. “I feel like it,” he whispered back, “I heard one of the doctors say something about amputating my leg. Don’t let them take my leg.” “Sonny, this is why you don’t fuck around with diabetes and wounds.” “Look at us, a pair of babies,” he muttered and reached a weathered hand to wipe a tear off his own cheek. “Ruthie would have beaten me into the dirt,” he admitted sadly.

He said in shock and i smiled and nodded in response. "I've never seen this in my entire life before." He said and i smiled. I've also never heard this before in my life. If anything, I've heard of people's legs getting amputated when they can't walk again but getting up in less than a month of being told that I can't walk again? This was definitely new and surprising and the fact that it happened directly to me was a true blessing. The doctor asked me to sit down which I reluctantly did and then he examined my legs.

In the stories of resilience, they found a tapestry woven with threads of courage, perseverance, and the unwavering belief in the possibility of a brighter tomorrow. In Chapter 88, they encountered Sophie, a survivor of a life-altering accident that left her paralyzed from the waist down. Through Sophie's journey of adapting to her new reality, they witnessed her unwavering determination to redefine her life and become an advocate for accessibility and inclusion. Her spirit illuminated the path of countless others facing similar challenges, inspiring them to embrace their own strength and fight for a world where everyone has equal opportunities.

Wayne sighs, “They ate most of the tissues and even through the bone. I promise you; I didn’t have a choice. It’s rare that limbs need to be amputated but, in this case, we had no choice.” Ryan puts his hand on my shoulder, “It’s okay Maddie. He’s going to be okay. He’ll still be able to shift he’ll just need to adjust.” I nod and Caleb smiles, “We can also talk to Peak Mountain Pack. They have a specialist that makes prosthetics. It’s going to be okay.” I finally release the breath I have been holding and sob. Ryan holds me close and I cry as he pats my back, “He’s okay, Maddie.” He keeps saying. It doesn’t feel real- how could this happen?

And was not certain that she would ever get used to it. Looking at the veteran in the wheelchair, she saw a very changed man. He had been humbled. It was a hard lesson to learn, and he had learned it in the worst way. He was still learning it. Big Jake, an army veteran who had lost his leg and now used a prosthetic, stood with his arms crossed his chest as he glared at AJ. The large muscular man could still intimidate people with only one leg and a wolf that rarely came out anymore. One of his mates placed a hand on his shoulder and he visibly relaxed as Electra approached them.

“Penny, the people from the Fergersons are terrifying. They wanted to kill me. They chopped off my foot with an ax. I was really scared.” A grown man like him was scared shitless. Penny could not deny her distress. Previously, when she was staying with the Eastons, she used to be able to talk to this cousin. Though Nathan had done many foolish things, he did not deserve this fate. “Pen, I... I’m so scared. My leg…” Nathan had already been amputated and would be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. It was an undeniable fact. Penny did not know how to comfort him and only asked, “Are you sure it was the Fergersons?”

“I was back there, helpless, knowing what was coming but unable to stop it from happening.” “Stop what?” Say the words. Say them out loud. “The amputation. I woke up in the hospital and the docs said my leg was gone. But I felt it. I knew it was there but no one would listen to me. They called it phantom limb pain but they were all a bunch of fucking liars. I fought so hard to get out of that goddamned hospital bed. I couldn’t breathe and when I finally sucked air in, all I could smell was dirty flesh and blood and antiseptic. Then the nurse put me in restraints. That much is true. That really happened when I woke up. But then the dream…changes.

Ever since that night, things started going wrong. Now I'm here, thrown into this filthy, stinking hell. And I didn't even manage to kill that idiot Alessandro. I shot him, and before I could pull the trigger a second time, I was hit in the leg. At the hospital, the doctor explained that the bullet fragmented and destroyed the nerve endings and vascularization in the area, making it impossible to reconstruct. So they amputated my entire leg, almost at the groin, making it impossible to fit a prosthesis. Now I depend on these damn crutches to walk.

I initially do go to the bathroom without my wheelchair, but I didn't want to come crawling out here like a baby later and have her sad again. Slowly, I gritted my teeth while staring at my reflection in the mirror. My heart felt like it was being ripped off my chest. My eyes glistened with tears, but I fought them back at all costs because I have promised myself not to be pathetic. I grabbed the sink and helped myself up from the wheelchair. It was tough before I could stand up, but sadly, I couldn't feel my legs. It felt as though they were just there. No, it didn't feel like it. They were just there. I was as good as an amputated person. I stared at my reflection, disgusted at myself. I h